‘Why don’t you come back there and I’ll show you.’
‘Show me,’ I repeat, though I’m not asking. I’m imagining. Imagining the last time we were together there.
‘Because some things are better experienced, rather than explained.’
I lick my lips and I can see in his eyes the bastard knows that he has me. That I know that he knows means nothing to me. I can’t think of anything beyond the riot of intensity this man causes in me. I want to smack him and kiss him. Pull his hair and... nothing. We both freeze, as somewhere upon his person, his phone begins to ring.
Slipping it quickly from his back pocket, he appears to be switching it off before glancing at it with a frown. It’s then he answers it, stepping a few paces and turning away, all without saying a word.
I’m slightly mollified to see his body heaving in the confines of his t-shirt. It’s an abstract notion that barely registers, mainly because I’m now majorly pissed, as behind his back, I cover my mouth with my hand. I’m not angry that he’s answered his phone. No, that was probably a good call.A safe out.I’m angry at myself. Angry that, despite him annoying me to the point of aneurysm, I was about to spend the day with him getting my brains fucked out.
I try to regulate my breath while trying not to listen to his call, not that I can tell who he’s talking to, though it’s totally obvious he’s guarding his words. He slides his hand into his pocket, then quickly out again, dropping a bundle of what appears to be twenty pound notes to the ground. As he bends forward to pick up the cash, his jeans hug the back of his thighs and ass. I can’t blame them, the jeans I mean. I’d hug his ass in a heartbeat.Yes, still.As he stands, I study the breadth of his strong back, of how his shirt hugs one strong bicep as he lifts his arm to rake his fingers through his hair.
It’s so unfair.
And it shouldn’t be allowed.
He shouldn’t be here, not with his level of perfection.
Like porn in the office, the man is not safe for work.
I swing my bag over my shoulder, and even though my eyes seem glued to his ass, I force myself to turn and stomp away.
