Trevor
A week had passed and Jasmine was right, it did seem like she needed at least that much time to go through my filing system. I found that I didn’t care that she had to take that much time, because I would look up at her and her back would be to me, and I would get more intrigued by this woman.
She was there pretty much every time I was. During the day, she would go into her normal job, then come to the club and be there late until the night. She was putting all her energy into helping me out and I was appreciative of that. She even came in on the following Saturday, when I was sure she would typically have been off.
As I watched her on that Saturday, organizing the drawer into files, with papers spread out all over a table, I couldn’t help but stare. Her neck was peeking out from under her ponytail and for a brief moment, I considered what it would feel like to kiss that beautiful neck of hers. My eyes ran down her back and landed on her ass and I twitched in my seat, getting uncomfortable in the crotch of my pants.
I bit back a groan, then looked down, needing to get her off of my thoughts. However, I then looked back up and she was now massaging her neck, then tossed her head back and twirled her neck around, cracking it to become more comfortable. I’m sure it was the fact that we had been working so close to one another, nearly non-stop over the past four days, but suddenly I was drawn to this woman like a magnet and it took every ounce of my control not to go to her and pull her into my arms, beg her for sex, and then ultimately fuck her on my desk. The mere thought had me excited from the waist down. I gasped as the vision overtook me and barely missed the knock on my door.
“Boss?”
I quickly looked towards the door and Sam was staring at me. His eyes went from me to Jasmine and he smirked as if he knew. By this point, Jasmine looked up and she smiled, catching me off guard once more.
“What?” I snapped.
Sam widened his stare. “Well, um…you’re needed out in the bar.”
I quickly stood up. “I’ll be right there.” There was so much pressure building in my boxer shorts, that I worried she could tell the amount of arousal I had right now. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
She nodded and again smiled. “Of course!” She looked back at her paperwork and I headed out of my office and further away from her. It was the best thing anyway, because I wasn’t sure how much more I could take to just sit there and feel the desire creeping up inside of me.
When I got out to the bar, I walked over to Sam. “What’s up?” I asked.
“The stupid cash register is acting up again and is stuck.” I looked at Sam. It seemed like such a trivial thing that needed fixing, but I went over to it. Usually a few forceful pushes on the drawer and it fixed the problem. This time I did it three times, but to no avail. I grabbed a knife from a drawer and moved it over the lip of the drawer and then pushed the drawer and it popped open. I glanced at Sam and he smirked.
“Why didn’t I think of that?” he asked.
I laughed. “Next time you’ll remember.” I tossed the knife in the dirty tray, then looked back at the club. I really didn’t want to go back in there, especially when my erection had finally subsided. As I was looking around the bar area, I spotted the table with my friends and was quick to make my way to them.
“Heya boys,” I said, putting my hands on the back of Marcus’ and Damon’s chair.
“T
revor!” They all yelled in unison.
I laughed. “How’s the staff treating you today?” I asked.
“Well, I wasn’t going to complain, but I’ve had an empty glass for at least a minute,” Marcus said.
I laughed. “I’ll get someone right on that.” I then looked back around the table. “Where’s Daxter?” I asked.
“His girlfriend and he went out of town for the weekend. He had a photoshoot and he thought he could also use it for a romantic getaway,” Dylan said.
“Well, that’s nice,” I commented.
The rest of the table and myself started talking about maybe he would use the time to ask Jenna to marry him. I was enthralled in talking about that, that I hadn’t noticed Jasmine approach.
“Well, hello there,” Dylan said.
I looked up and saw Jasmine standing beside me. I flushed and then shot a look at Jasmine. “You need something?” I asked.
“Yes!” She looked up from the paper she had in her hands. She looked around the table and a touch of pink appeared on her cheeks. She then looked at me. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but I’m confused by this order for two hundred dollars.”
I took the paper from her and looked it over. “Oh, these were decorations for a Bachelor party that the club hosted. They were paid for by the club, but then reimbursed by the guest.”
She nodded, grabbing it back from me. “Oh. Okay. I just wasn’t sure if it was out of your pocket or theirs, so thanks for that,” she said. “Sorry again!” she mumbled.
“It’s alright, Jasmine. Anytime!” I said.