Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 28

My god... tomorrow.

Tomorrow I´ll be with him, in the office.

Will be strange?

Uncomfortable?

My colleagues could notice that something was going on between us, if my behavior would give me away. Nahhh... impossible. None could even think that I'm with the big hot client.

And Monday finally arrived, Ethan showed up for a meeting and greeted everyone as usual, except he gave me a crooked smile and a wink. Good lord.

Somehow, contrary to everything I thought and all my worries... I was relaxed, even the atmosphere in the office was better. Ethan was almost charming, in a great mood, and as I felt calmer, I had better ideas, so that was very positive. He seems... happy.

He sat next to me and we talked happily.

"Ethan..."

"Don't worry... everyone knew we had known each other for years, it was normal for us to talk, be close, spend more time together, right?" he says touching my leg. Damn.

It was really pleasant, really, not to feel this tension, this rejection of him, as if being by his side, talking to him without restrictions, not running away from him... was the most normal thing in the world. And the caressing, also the caressing.

I even felt that my creativity was flowing more and more, I had a thousand ideas and I even believed that I could work on three or more projects at the same time. I was on fire!

Maybe my mind felt relaxed, maybe I felt supported. I definitely feel different.

But at the end of the day, something changes. I was still in the meeting room, talking with Clark and another colleague, working, checking the list of suppliers, saving ideas that could be useful for us, even thinking about future projects.

"Sorry to interrupt," I hear a voice after he clears his throat as if to get our attention.

I look up and see Ethan leaning against the door frame of the conference room. For a company with an interior design department... our office is quite old, not modern at all, the meeting room is hideous like the other rooms.

As they say, the shoemaker's son always goes barefoot. His gaze is intense, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms, his hair slightly disheveled. He seems to enjoy watching us, or me, I don't know. He looks breathtaking.

"Oh! Ethan, what are you doing here? I thought you left already. Did we have a meeting?" Clark says worriedly.

"No, no, I just agreed to have a little meeting with Priscilla to eh... look at a topic... rather to give her some recommendations... and obviously I need her opinion on something... relevant to the style of the client in Seattle" he says as seriously as he can. He seems to be making up reasons as he speaks, which is unusual for him.

Weird.

"Ooh! I'm very glad, I'm sure you can give Priscilla a lot of recommendations, especially about the client, and she can update you on how we're doing," he says enthusiastically, alternating his eyes between me and Ethan. He seems happy that we're finally getting along. If only he knew...

"Indeed" Ethan answers smiling and happy.

"Wonderful!" my boss says delighted.

I watch him carefully, and it seems to me that he is up to something. Obviously he's up to something.

"Well then, Priscilla, I hope you learn a lot from Ethan, take advantage of whatever he can share with you" Clark tells me, I say goodbye and go with Ethan.

"Come with me"he says.

We walk halfway down the hall as he drags me to a door and into a small room as he slams the door shut. As he turns on the light I look around, it's a small storage room, it's clean and it must be spacious, but it's cluttered with papers and office supplies.

"Why we..." I'm about to ask him where we are, but he grabs my face and pulls me towards him, kissing me with hunger and desperation.

I quickly kiss him back and feel my breath quicken. His hand comes down to cup my almost bare shoulder, pushing my sweater a little to caress my exposed skin there, while I grab his waist and hug him.

"God... Prissy..."

His mouth runs over mine, his tongue tracing every inch and I let out a soft moan of pleasure. As I caress his back, I feel him tremble as I also attack his lips without any discretion.

I don't know what's the hell is happening to me. It's like I'm an addict who can't let a minute go by without the object of his addiction.

He continues desperately, running his hands down my sweater, covering my chest with his hands on the fabric, his other hand on my butt, massaging as he pushes me until we hit a wall. I feel the bulge in his pants as he comes closer.

“You feel so god…” he whispers.

The fact that we are supposedly in a meeting, hiding from the others, knowing that others are in the same office, actually working, makes it better... way better.

No one would suspect that Priscilla, the quiet, shy, calm and unattractive chubby girl, is here in the office making out with the new blond client who everyone finds fucking hot.

He leaves my lips for a moment to whisper in my ear, resting his chin gently on the crook of my shoulder, I hear him inhale as if he's smelling perfume on me. A sweet and sexy gesture that melts me.

"I've been wanting to do this all day," he tells me, and I think it's the most sensual thing I've ever heard in my life, knowing that he's been looking for me, watching me, to have me like this one day.

The fact that he lied to my boss makes him even more adventurous. Damn it. He continues to caress me over my clothes until his hand slips under my sweater and caresses my back and continues to kiss my neck, and I'm sure he'll leave a mark there.

I move my chest and body closer to him, trying to get a little more friction, he welcomes the movement very much.

"I thought we were going to have a meeting," I say, giggling.

"We're actually in a meeting, don't you think?" he says, speaking against my skin and leaving a small tingling sensation at the base of my neck.

"Weren't you going to give me... some recommendations?" I say playfully. If he wants to play, we can play this game.

He lifts his face to look at me, and he's flushed, his lips swollen from our kiss. His expression of madness and desire drives me crazy. He kisses me on the cheek.

"Oh Miss Prissy... I will..." he adds, and I trembled.

"The purpose of this meeting is to tell you" he kisses me on the other cheek.

"That you have really been an essential worker in our dear team" he kisses my forehead and I laugh.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah... and I even that I have been really difficult to work with" he kisses one of my eyelids. "A pain in the ass some may say..." I adds and he presses my butt.

"You have managed to change everything and handled the whole situation very well. You don't need a recommendation from me" he tells me and kisses my nose.

"Good to know. So... Mr Fairfax...do you usually look for these rooms in every office you go to... to have meetings of this nature...?" - I ask, looking into his eyes.

"Of course not," he replies quickly. Again, almost offended.

"Then... tell me, how do you know this place?"

"Let's just say that after our agreement... I started looking for places where we could meet. This is clean, few people use it, it's ... a perfect meeting room" he explains and I laugh.

"You are really very responsible with your arrangements... or a pervert" I tell him, and he seems very pleased with himself.

His hands go from my hips to my waist, as if he's tracing my curves. He stops at my chest, touches me, then pulls my sweater down a bit to kiss me between my breasts.

"I'm a businessman. And I wanted to start our arrangement as soon as possible, Prissy," he says simply as he continues his torturous kiss.

"Ethan... how does this work? You... will tell me when we... you know" he lifts his face to see me.

"It's up to both of us, Prissy. If someone feels like it, we can talk, and if we want to, we can get together. It can be just to talk, to eat, to be in bed... or all at the same time" he says seductively. I feel my knees shaking.

"But the truth is... I want you all the time" he tells me and kisses me again. I feel his bulge getting harder, his hands squeezing me tighter against him.

What a day at the office! It was the best meeting of my life. And I... wanting him more than ever.