Abigail turned toward him, and he watched as she removed the clip that bound her hair to the back of her neck.He loved her hair.Roman didn’t say a word as she closed the distance between them, and when she moved between the desk and his body, he still didn’t touch her.
“What are you doing, Miss Gardner?”he asked.
“I’m breaking my rules,” she said.
“You are?”
“Yes.”She straddled his waist, and he still didn’t put his hands on her, even though it was proving difficult not to.All he wanted to do was touch her.
“What’s the matter, Mr.Brown, don’t you want to fuck me?”she asked.
“Always.”
But for some horrible, godforsaken reason, he couldn’t seem to move his hands.Why couldn’t he move his hands?
“Roman!”
That was Abi’s voice, but her mouth wasn’t moving.
“Roman!You’ve fallen asleep.”
Abi disappeared from his vision and as he opened his eyes, he saw the desk beneath him, then he saw Abi, only she wasn’t straddling his lap.She was still dressed in her suit.
“You’re burning up,” she said.
Ah, that was right, Abigail’s menstrual cycle had been nearly two weeks ago now.She was due another one soon, and he’d get to watch new movies with her.He wasn’t watching movies, though.There was a nasty bug going around the office, and now that he was awake and not in his dream world, everything felt a little shitty.
Abigail wasn’t breaking their office agreement.
“Come on, you’re not working today,” Abigail said.
“I’ve got to work.”
“Roman, do you even remember the last person you saw today?”she asked.
“You.You came into my office, closed the blinds, locked the door, and you were going to have your way with me.”
“Okay,” Abigail said.
He groaned as she helped him up off the chair, and it felt like someone had put the thermostat up.
“We need to turn the thermostat down.It’s way too hot.No wonder we’re all going to die with global warming.”
“The thermostat is not on.We don’t put it on until it’s cold enough, but you’re burning up.”
She forced him out of the chair, and everything ached.Roman just wanted to collapse into a ball and be left alone, not touched.
“I’m getting you home.”
“I need to stay here.”
“You’re not staying here,” she said.“Come on.”She let out a little grunt, and he groaned.
This didn’t feel so good.
Abigail put him back in his seat and grabbed his cell phone.She put his thumb to the phone, and it scanned his identity, giving her access to his cell phone.He had nothing to hide.
“Carl, can you come up?We need to take him home.He’s burning up, and he’s way too sick to continue.I’m struggling to lift him, and I don’t think he’s well enough to make it to the elevator.”
