“In college, I was doing that, all the time, even if my class required only one room. But I only did it on paper… so I’m not so sure if reality will be as fun.”
He nodded as he sat on my desk, next to my chair. I didn’t need x-rays to know the wheels were working on his mind.
“This music academy project… they were begging me to do their interior design as well, but I didn’t accept it because I couldn’t do both at the same time and their time frame for this wasn’t enough. But they wanted me to think about it until our next meeting. And now, I want you to think, too. Can you do that? I will help you, of course. We will work together on this. But I need to know if you’ll be able to handle most of it,” he offered.
I searched his face for a hint of mockery, but he was serious. He was really offering me this great chance. I was giddy with excitement, “Kellan, would you really let me do this? Make it my own project?”
“Of course I would. You graduated with an architecture degree, you’re an architect. There is no difference between us except some experience. So yes… I would let you do it if you’re up to it,” he told me. His words were sincere, encouraging. His eyes were captivating, excited, and intense. It was too late before I could stop myself from hugging him.
“Yes! I want this. Thank you!” I said into his neck.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he sighed and repeated the same vulnerable words I gave him, I wasn’t sure if he meant the project, “Don’t make me regret this.”
The next day we started working on project. Despite my fears, working with him was fun. We worked in his office all day and he treated me as an architect not like his assistant, like we were on the same level. He was encouraging whenever I became nervous and insecure about my ideas. He might have been an asshole sometimes, but as we worked he was the best help I could ask for.
For two days we worked like that, in his office… side by side, but the tension between us was getting stronger each second. My eyes were staying on him a few seconds longe
r than necessary, his hands were touching me more than it could be explained as an accident. Whenever we leaned down, focusing on the designs on table our breathing became shallower, my panties got wetter and my vibrator worked overtime those two nights.
Finally, at the end of the two days, we both had some good drafts on exterior and interior design of the music academy. I sighed in relief when Kellan decided to continue working from home till the meeting.
The following days went by without any action since Kellan mostly worked from home. He only sent me some emails for the things he wanted me to prepare in the office. I was bored, to be honest. Being alone on the floor made me feel uneasy and no matter how ridiculous it sounded, I enjoyed working with Kellan when he was in the office. In this short amount of time, I saw how much talent he had and how important this job was to him. I loved the exciting thrill whenever I was near him, enjoying the way his eyes roamed over my body, making me feel naked and wanted when he looked at me.
I was twiddling my thumbs to fight the boredom, after the fun lunch with Stacey. I was running through ideas for the interior design of the music academy, I was doing research, taking notes, trying to create the best I could. But mostly I couldn’t wait to see him at work…
***
On Sunday morning my phone woke me up. I groaned when I saw it was just eight in the morning, but seeing it was Kellan calling put an end to my frustration.
“Melody Crown,” I answered the phone, biting my tongue with the silly habit.
“Do you always answer your phone like this? You have a businesswoman inside you,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, a habit I cannot get rid of,” I groaned.
“It’s hot,” he said. His voice was husky, making my already sensitive body –thanks to overused vibrator- alert.
“Good morning, by the way,” I murmured.
“Come to me today.”
“What?” I lifted myself by my elbows.
“Come to me. My house. Today, Melody,” he repeated.
“But… why?” I breathed out.
“We’ll work. You gave me this clef idea, now I want your help with it.”
“Oh…”
“Oh? Were you expecting something else?” he chuckled. His voice held a hint of cocky amusement. My body was definitely expecting something else.
Taking a deep breath to cool my body, I asked, “When do I need to be there?”
“By the sound of your sex operator voice I assume I woke you up. So, just take a shower, get dressed and come,” he said, before I could say anything else he added, “On second thought… why bother with shower and clothes? Just come here naked.”
“Kellan,” I gasped, causing him to laugh, “Relax… nothing I haven’t seen before. I was just giving you options, but I need you to be here as soon as possible.”