“I’m looking at you.” I smiled. “Must you be such a bloody grumpy guts every day?”
“I’m not grumpy. I’m trying to sort this shit out.”
“What shit?”
He patted his knee and my stomach fluttered. I dropped the cheques and made my way over, sucking in my breath as he pulled me down onto his lap. He pointed at rows of figures.
“Enlighten me,” I said. “What am I looking at?”
“Does it matter?” His fingertips found the hem of my pencil skirt and slipped underneath.
“We’re busy,” I protested, but he only nipped at my neck.
“My week, remember?”
“For a few more days.” I spread my thighs for him, gasping as his thumb found my clit through my panties. “And what about when it’s my week?” I asked, arching back against him.
“What about it?”
“You know what about it,” I groaned. “Are you going to let me or not?”
He tensed, but didn’t stop his fingers. “I’m still working things out.”
It riled me, even though he was getting me off, and even though it was his week, and even though I was probably being an unreasonable fucking cow, it still riled me. I clamped my legs shut, brushing his fingers out of the way. “Then I’m still working things out, too.”
And then there were two riled people in the room.
“I was being fucking nice,” he snapped. “I’m allowed to take some fucking time to make my mind up, Faye. You haven’t been back five fucking minutes.”
“That’s getting a bit old, Andy. I’ve been back long enough for you to know how you feel.”
“Feel about what? About you? You might still be a flash in the fucking pan around here for all I know.”
I pushed up from his lap and turned around to face him, perching myself on his desk. I was taller than him, and I liked that. “I’m not a flash in the pan! I’m in here every day, Andy, every single day with you! And I’m in your bed every night, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“So, all I have to do is let you into my fucking asshole as well and we’ll have a triple whammy, is that what you’re saying?”
I couldn’t stop the smile.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he said. “That’s actually it, isn’t it? It’s pathetic, Faye, it really is.”
“Will you do it?”
He returned his attention to his screen. Smoothing down his tie and brushing creases from his trousers. “I don’t fucking know. I haven’t made up my mind.”
“When will you have made up your mind?”
“I’m not sure. When it suits me. You need to learn some fucking patience.”
“I don’t have much patience,” I said, teasing my toes up along his thighs until they were pressed in his crotch. He was hard, but angry, and made to swat them away. “I mean it, Andy, I want everything, remember. I want tobeeverything.”
“Piss off, Faye, I’m working.”
“You weren’t working a minute ago.”
“Yeah, well I’m working now.”
“Fine.” I poked my tongue out and left him to it.