“Uh….” she opened her mouth and closed it again.
Nick looked satisfied that she was stunned. “Uh…. what?” He mocked.
She straightened her spine and stood up taller meeting his eyes hoping that her hurt wasn’t evident.
“Thank you.”
He furrowed his eyes in confusion. “Thank you?”
“Yes.” Kalilah said, getting some of her voice back. “Thank you for erasing any guilt I’ve ever felt about not trying to get to know you. And for showing me why no one talks to you."
Kalilah turned on her heel and typed her security code into the back door. She let it slam after she entered the building. She didn’t look back. She didn’t care if he was watching her walk away nor did she care if her words affected him. He was a first-class asshole and no longer her issue.
Nick stalked to his office not bothering to speak or make eye contact with anyone. If the office thought he was an asshole, an asshole is what they would get. He was so disappointed and pissed off; the woman he wanted was just another gold digger. Nick stomped into his office and closed the door.
He looked around; his big desk was covered with neat stacks of paperwork next to his desktop with two screens. He put his laptop bag and briefcase on the leather sofa in the corner of his spacious office. He sighed and sat in his big leather office chair and powered on his computer. He leaned back in the chair, his fingers drummed on the desk as he stared at the blinds.
The tech offices were on the first floor because all the extra equipment was stored in the basement, and the techs needed to be near the locked storage. Nick chose to be with his team and had requested that his office was on the same floor; the other Vice Presidents were on the third floor. He didn’t have much of a view, but three out of the four walls were made of glass like all the other offices of the department Vice Presidents.
Each office had floor to ceiling blinds for privacy. Nick remembered how his dad complained about the cost of installing self-frosting glass in the VP offices. Instead, his dad had opted for blinds for the VP offices and self-frosting glass for himself, the executive conference room, and the CFO’s office. Nick didn’t mind the blinds, so he did not try to offer his opinion about the process. He knew his dad could afford the glass; he just didn’t want to pay for it.
Today, the blinds were a Godsend. He was in a foul mood, and he didn’t open the blinds like he usually would in hopes that his techs would get the hint. His phone rang and he ignored it; he unlocked his desk and grabbed the Walkie-Talkie and turned it on. He laid it on his desk. He wanted it close in case there was an emergency.
Nick usually felt the urge to start working right away, but he was not in the mood today. Despite what Kalilah or others thought, he loved his job, well, the technology part. He wasn’t too fond of the intricacies of being a VP.
He didn’t want to do personnel paperwork or disciplinary actions, and he definitely didn’t want to go to endless meeting and conferences. All he wanted to do was make sure everyone’s equipment and functions worked. What people thought was him being a recluse, he thought it was him being engrossed in his work.
He leaned further back in his chair and crossed his legs on his desk. He used his remote control to dim the lights in his office and after sending a quick text to his director letting her know that he didn’t want to be bothered for the next hour, he closed his eyes. Nick wasn’t sleepy. He knew his body well enough to know that if he didn’t relax, he would get a tension headache.
But from the moment he closed his eyes, all his thoughts were of Kalilah. He let out a frustrated sigh. He couldn’t believe that she had the nerve to act like he was the problem. She was the one stalking him and trying to learn family secrets. Nick knew that the thing that bugged him the most was the fact that he’d gotten his hopes up. He dared to hope that the woman that starred in his fantasies for the last two years would return a modicum of his feelings.
A small part of him knew that she was oblivious to his affections because he’d never spoken to her before today. Hell, he didn’t even know what she did at Sinclair Enterprises. All he knew was that she made him look forward to casual Fridays. Every pair of jeans she owned seemed to be made just for her.
Nick remembered one of the first times he’d seen her in them, he’d been talking to his dad in cafeteria when she walked in talking on her phone. It was winter. She wore knee-high heeled white boots, her jeans were dark blue with white accents, and under her while blazer was a matching white V-neck tank top that hugged her breasts and gave her just enough cleavage to be sexy yet work appropriate. He’d never been jealous of an inanimate object until that day.
Nick had wanted to be her jeans. They’d clung to her shapely thighs and stretched over her hips making her ass look glorious. She had a nice ass in anything but seeing her in her jeans always made him hard. The memory had him shifting in his chair, her ass had looked like it was begging him to touch it. It was the perfect size. It wasn’t huge or exaggerated, and it wasn’t small. It was nice, round, and enough for both of his hands to get a good handful.
His dad had waved a napkin in his face and told him to wipe his drool. Nick hadn’t been drooling, but he knew that he’d been caught ogling a subordinate in front of his dad/boss. He knew it wasn’t the professional thing to do so he avoided her and started eating in his office.
He shifted in his chair to get more comfortable as his mind moved from her ass back to her breasts. Nick had spent the last two years wondering what her breasts looked, felt, and tasted like. He thought her skin looked smooth and soft from a distance and seeing her up close today confirmed that she was smooth. Now he needed to know how soft her skin would be if he touched her. Nick shook his head; he knew he was supposed to hate her, but his hormones were not cooperating.
All he could do was think about her big expressive eyes and wonder how those lovely lips of hers would look wrapped around his cock. He groaned low in his throat; he couldn’t believe that he was in his dim office at 7:30 in the morning with a full-blown erection.
Nick got out of his chair. “Get a grip!” he whispered to himself. “You are supposed to be relaxing.”
He stretched and shifted his erection because it was straining hard against the zipper of his jeans. He moved to his couch and relaxed on his back. His new position took some of the pressure off his current issue. He closed his eyes again attempting to relax. Unfortunately, his mind was intent on focusing on his new nemesis.
He’d seen a hint of black lace covering her breasts when he’d first approached her car. Nick wondered what else she was wearing underneath. Her legs looked well-oiled and smooth. She wasn’t wearing any stockings. What if she is only wearing a bra? His mind taunted. Nick imagined pushing her up against her car and finally finding out what flavor lip gloss she wore. He imagined slowly sliding his tongue between her lips. Would she like that?
He wondered what she would have done had he slid his hand under her dress to see if she was wearing panties. In his fantasy, she isn’t wearing anything under her dress and she begs him to touch her, right there, in the deserted parking lot. He happily obliges her and she moans her satisfaction in his ear. Would she moan or whimper? She grinds against his hand until she throws her head back and cums on his fingers. What does her face look like when she cums?
Nick wasn’t consciously aware of what he was doing until he came all over his hand and shirt.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
Nick whispered as he jumped off his couch. He sent his dad a silent “thank you” for giving the VPs their own adjoining bathrooms. He flicked on the bathroom light and ripped off his shirt and used it to wipe off any extra spillage. He washed his hands and used a damp towel to clean himself up and dry off. He grabbed his backup polo shirt. It was white with the company’s logo embroidered in navy blue on the left side of his chest.
All the techs wore them in an assortment of colors, but he was the only one that could get it in white. He guessed it was another way to determine who’s who in the company’s hierarchy. Nick leaned on the bathroom counter and looked himself in the eye and let out a heavy sigh. It was 8:00 AM and he was officially a pervert.