Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 40

And suddenly... everything started to be all right.

"I mean... I obviously know that you can do it, babe! I'm so proud of you!" Tommy tells me when we have dinner together.

"I still can't believe it, I swear, it was a huge surprise" he makes a small sound of disapproval.

"Of course not! You obviously deserved it and more! You worked harder than anyone else for this stupid client, like day and night, like a workaholic! "

"Well yes... but you are also a workaholic" I say and he laughs.

"What matters is that your boss love you, the client and everybody else... like they should do. I mean... you are great, babe!"

"Ohhh you are such a great friend!" I say happily.

"Babe! You even make stupid Kate jealous and should be having a heart attack when she heard the news. You… with a new position and a rise! What an achievement. I hate that woman and I don't even know her!" he says..

It's true that Kate didn't know what to say, she had no idea what I had proposed, she desperately look between the pages to see what I had done, to take the credit.

So it was pretty obvious that everything was my idea. And Clark told me that about a new person is coming in next week, so yayyyy!

"She is awful! You should see her face when the client specifically told me: It was like you read my mind Priscilla, even better... I didn't even know I wanted this so much until I saw it, this is it!" he laughs out loud and it's contagious.

"Well, I have to accept that my dear cousin motivated you, I'm really surprised. I know, I know... I'm not his biggest fan..." he says half jokingly, half seriously. It's true, it was partly thanks to him.

"Ethan... really helped me..." I murmur. It was true... he gives me what I need when I needed the most.

"Wait, wait, wait...although it was a great help, let's not ignore the fact that it was you that came up with these ideas. I don't understand anything about design, babe, but it was beautiful. Like you."

"Thanks babe. I love you"

"And I love you. Now go celebrate, be happy, and then take a break. But don't forget our brunch tomorrow. Remember, I need your moral support to talk to Lily"

"Of course I'll be there with you, I have a good feeling that everything will work out". Tommy will come out to her, following my advice. I really believe this is his best chance.

Everyone in the office is in a great mood, except for Kate of course, but no one cares. Clark made a little toast in the office:

"To Priscilla and a happy client!" he says, and everybody applauded. This all feel unreal.

Of course, there was Ethan, who had accompanied the client and prepared the details of the trip to Seattle. Throughout the meeting, he looked at me with a big smile, and after everyone congratulated me and hugged me at the end, he continued to give me space, watching me from a distance.

"Hi..." I say, and he looks happy that I made the first move. I need to do it. I have feelings for him, I can't deny it. And he helped me.

"I guess congratulations are in order," he says pleased.

"Thank you, Ethan... I don't know if I could have done it without... your amazing gift".

"Of course you would have. You will always get what you want, Prissy," he says, and his words make me feel ecstatic. For a moment, we smiled and laughed like fools.

"I have to admit that it is not only that, you have always helped me, or at least tried to, and for a few months now you have been there for me. Whether I like it or not" I say, and he stares at me with a satisfied expression.

"And I always will be...my princess."

"Hey, hey, what do you say we continue the party somewhere else?" says one of my colleagues.

"Yes!"

"It's Friday and my body knows it!" says another. They suggest going to a bar.

"Go with your friends, you deserve time to celebrate. Also for the new position and the rise..." he encourages me. I think that maybe... he has also something to do with that new improvement.

And I don't know if it's because that I feel gratitude for his help, or maybe because of the alcohol, probably both, although I feel that the alcohol pumping through my veins has more to do with it, that I almost flirtatiously ask him.

"Are you coming?" I ask. He seems surprised.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asks in a sensual voice. Damn it... he provokes things in me.

"Ummm... yes"

"In that case... of course, I will go with you. With you all, I mean...," he clarifies.

Half an hour later, we are drinking more and trying to talk while loud music plays in the background. We laugh and talk about work, office gossip, Clark, and how annoying Kate is, and I feel a new camaraderie that I find very pleasant.

In between drinks we start to joke around, some get lost, others suggest going to a nearby disco.

"I would love to dance..." he says. He? Dancing? Sweet god!

He takes my hand and I follow him wherever he goes. Today he is wearing a blue shirt that shows off all of his wonderful muscles. I don't know if it's the night, my luck, or the moment, but he looks like a greek god that I just want to worship.

At the disco, for a few seconds we were sitting next to a table with my colleagues, who were gradually getting up to dance. Ethan never stops looking at me, however he gives me space when we are around other people.

My colleagues started to go to dancing and one of the girls convince me to dance.

"Come on Priscilla! The night is young!" she says.

"Go... enjoy the night..." Ethan says, and I follow them, leaving him there alone. The disco is full and the music is so good. And I pretty sure nobody is going to notice the chubby girl dancing.

Suddenly I feel so in sync with the music, moving without the slightest self-control, like a don't give a damn who's around, dancing with my eyes closed and letting my body move completely free.

I move my legs, my hips, my arms, enjoying myself. The songs change again and the place gets a little more crowded. At some point I realize that I've lost my colleagues, but I don't care, I'm having a wonderful time.

I suddenly stopped when I felt someone behind me, following the flow of the music, I felt a hand on my waist in a very subtle and natural way. I didn't flinch, I knew inside who it was. But he confirmed it by whispering in my ear.

"Princess..." he said, caressing my earlobe with his lips. I continue to dance, my skin flirting with his, our bodies in sync with the flow.

I've never felt so sexy in my life, but to feel him like this, his warm skin, his movements, his breathing, the way he enjoys this, raises the temperature to the roof.

The music changes again, but we don't stop, we dance together, his body against mine, his hand running up and down my thigh, his fingertips under my skirt. I feel his upper body against my back. He puts his other hand on my stomach, holding us close, like he doesn't want to be separated from me.

"God Prissy... you really know how to move, baby. You need to teach me those moves..." he whispers again, and I shiver.

I start to press a little against him and feel his hard behind me. I feel like I'm trapped in this dance with him, and the music doesn't matter to us, nor the other people, nor our work.

He feels so good behind me, his moves are sexy, seductive and really hot. His hands dare to touch my naked arms, press my hips, his crotch hard in my butt. I'm so turned on I can barely breathe.

"I think you are doing pretty well..." I say.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" he suggests, and before I can say a word, he suddenly grabs my hand and takes me with him.

In a few minutes we are in the taxi and I feel the tension between us in this small space. I didn't ask where we were going, I trusted him completely and... I just wanted to be with him. He just smiles at me and starts to touch my knee in a seductive way. Tempting me.

We arrive at the building where he lives, and he is still holding my hand, in a hurry to take me to his apartment. When we got to the elevator and the doors closed, and we were finally alone, he immediately took me in his arms, strongly, madly, passionately, and kissed me.

"Fuck... I wanted to kiss you so much..." he says, and I moan. It was as if he had put all his desire to be close to me into that kiss, as if it had been there for days.

I feel his hands on my back, on my ass, pulling me closer to him until we crash against the wall of the elevator. I run my hands up his back as he presses me against him, I feel his hard one under his clothes. Ethan takes his time with my lips, teasing me, biting me, running his tongue over me, I taste the wine in his mouth, his delicious perfume.

I feel something delicious in my stomach, and it seems my skin burns at his touch, and I feel him flinch when I whisper in his ear.

"I want you, Ethan. I really want you... right now"