Jesus Christalmighty that woman’s going to drive me insane. I adjust my crotch hoping that she didn’t notice the massive erection pressing into my pants. This is absurd, it’s like my dick thinks it’s sixteen years old again. I can barely keep it down when Hope’s around. The things she does to me. Damn!
That game of hers sounds amazing, though. Seriously, most of the women in programming play the keep-up-with-the-boys game. There are so few video games that cater to the needs of women, and from the sound of it, the needs of a man, too.
Just picturing her sitting at her desk, programming different sexual positions for the avatars is more than I can handle. Still, I have to get a grip. Now more than ever I need her to stay because Tech Magic should help her develop this game. It could be big, for both of us.
In no time she’s back with my coffee. Her round, soft curves fill out those pants like a dream. Her body is a work of art—carved from the great sculptors, something you’d find in a museum. I notice she’s buttoned up her shirt. That’s a damn shame. If I’m keeping my hands to myself here, I need all of the eye-candy that I can get.
“Here you are.” She says and sets the coffee on my desk. She brushes a strand of hair away from her face. Her full cheeks are red and her rosy lips, so puffy that I want to bite into them and not let go. “Anything else before I start tackling your massive list of emails?”
“Nothing right now.” I say, and take a sip of the coffee. “Mmm.” I say, Hope’s eyes grow wider.
“Is it okay?”
“Hope. This coffee is perfect.” My eyes inadvertently flick up and down her body. “Everything is perfect.” For the first time today, her face ignites in a genuine grin, exposing the sexy, tiny gap between her top front teeth. Damn, how can one woman be so cute and sexy at the same time? It makes me smile back, as much as I try and fight it.
“I do what I can.” She says, and heads out the door shooting me one more glance before she leaves. Oh what I can imagine doing to you, my sweet little Hope.
All I want is her. It’s only been a day but already I’m pining for the feel of her soft skin against my own. How I want to rip off that blouse and suck those titties until she screams out in pleasure.
The rest of the day is hard to concentrate, and for the most part I avoid Hope. I even do some of my own work that I normally hand off to Ursula. But I know it can only last so long. The reason I hired an assistant is because I need assistance. A company like this can’t be a one man operation.
After hours of occupying myself in an attempt to forget about the angel on the other side of the wall, I realize resistance is futile. I have to see her, to smell her. My fingers grip the phone and I summon her into my office.
As soon as she walks in, the air grows heavier. It’s like I’m a kid doing something that I know is ultimately bad, but I can’t resist myself. And maybe, when it comes to Hope, I don’t want to control my urges. Maybe I just want her. Right here and now.
“How would you like to join me for a drink?” I ask. It’s not what I was expecting to say, but her innocent gaze threw me for a loop at the last second.
“It’s not five, yet.” She says glancing at her smartwatch.
“Well,” I whisper, standing. “We’ll just have to sneak past the boss.” A crimson blush expands against her cheeks. It nearly sends my cock into a state of shock. I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole life. How can this one woman who I barely know make me want to break my own rules? The same rules that have gotten me to the top of my game.
“If you won’t tell him, I won’t.” She whispers back, wrinkling up her nose. If it isn’t the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, I’ll be damned.
We stop at the desk so that she can grab her purse and we head out of the office. There’s a hole in the wall bar down the street that I go to, a little bit off the beaten path. I go there when I want to think and not be inundated with people who insist on having a twenty-five dollar martini. I can’t help but notice the shock on Hope’s face once we set foot inside.
“You drink here?” She says. I can’t help but laugh out loud. The look of disgust on her face is blatant.
“The booze tastes the same as anywhere else.” We saddle up to the bar and the owner, Mike extends his hand.
“Rex, what’s good my man?” His eyes fall on Hope for a second. Now it’s his turn to blatantly show expression. I’ve never been in here with anyone but my former business partner and his now wife. “Who do we have here?”
“This is my new assistant Hope Nichols. Hope, this is Mike. He owns the place.”
“Nice to meet you, Hope.” Mike takes her hand a little more gently than he handled mine. And it’s a good thing. Mike’s a friend, but Hope deserves respect. She’s a lady and I would never allow anyone to treat her any other way than like the sexy queen she is.
“Nice to meet you too, Mike.” She says with a smile.
“What’ll you have?” He asks Hope, who glances at me for a split second.
“He knows what I’m having.” I say. “What’s your poison?”
“How about a vodka soda?” She says.
“My kind of gal.” Mike says and fixes her drink before pouring me a double finger of scotch. The two of us raise our glasses, and when she meets my eyes I’m a goner.
“What are we cheers-ing to?” She says.
“How about this game you’ve created that, no doubt, you’re going to blow my mind with?” I say. Her long lashes flicker. The vulnerability in her expression makes me want to scoop her up and tell her how beautiful, smart, and special she is. But instead, I just clink my glass against hers. “Cheers.”