“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll talk to him after work. He’s got a couple of sessions with the defense line today, and I’ve got a lot of clients. Everyone’s going to be in and out today.”
“Well, do it soon. Otherwise you two are going to tie yourself up in knots.”
“I’ll do it. But get a massive tub of ice cream ready for me in case it goes wrong?”
Rita laughed.
“I’ll do that, but it’s not going to go wrong, okay? Trust me.”
“Fine. Bye.”
Chrissie hung up, wishing she had Rita’s confidence. She was putting her cell phone down when the door opened. Glancing at the clock, Chrissie saw it was barely eight-thirty. Her colleagues were probably coming in about now.
She turned in her chair, getting a smile ready for whoever was coming in. Only for it to die when Drake entered the room. He leered at her.
“Hey, Chrissie. I was beginning to think we wouldn’t get any time alone.”
“What the hell?” Chrissie shot to her feet. “What are you doing here, Drake? I thought I made my position clear about us last night. So unless it’s to apologize for putting your hands on me, you can get out of here.”
“Why would I apologize for wanting to have a taste of that sweet body of yours?”
Drake started towards her, and Chrissie darted towards the massage table, putting it between them. Her heart was racing now. Where was everyone else? Was no one else in the building?
“I like playing games, Chrissie.” Drake sauntered towards her, an evil glint in her eyes. “But I’m done playing them. I’m fed up with doing the cat and mouse runaround.”
“You think this is a game? That I’m doing this for fun?”
“No woman can resist me.”
Chrissie barked out a harsh laugh.
“Are you fucking serious? Do you not understand the word ‘no’? Even my mom cutting you to shreds hasn’t stopped you. When are you going to stop?”
“Once I get my girl.”
“Your girl? Since when have I been your girl?”
“Since you started working here.” Drake rested his hands on the massage table. “I fell in love with you as soon as I laid eyes on you. I’ve wanted you for so long, and that sweet virgin pussy.”
Chrissie’s mouth dropped open.
“How did you…?”
“I heard you talking to your friend a while back. You’re waiting for the right one.” Drake smirked. “I knew you were waiting for me.”
“You’re an egotistical prick if you think you’re the one I’m waiting for. Egotistical and delusional.” Chrissie shook her head. “Why would I be waiting for you when I don’t like you? Also, you’ve been with other women since I came here. You can’t have been waiting for me.”
“And every woman I was with I pretended was you. I wanted to wait until you were ready, but…” Drake cupped his crotch. “A guy has needs.”
Chrissie felt sick. And she was beginning to panic. She glanced at the door, wondering if she would be able to get there before Drake grabbed her.
“You’re disgusting, Drake. I’ve told you plenty of times that I want nothing to do with you. You seem to have a blockage in your head that’s not letting anything through.”
“Because I know what a woman wants, and I know what you want.” Drake licked her lips. “Your mom didn’t understand it. She said she would report me for harassment, and she would make sure I was kept away from you. With her connections, she would have made it happen. I wasn’t about to let her do that.”
Chrissie felt a chill down her spine.
“What are you saying?”