He turns and looks at me, and I raise up from my seat, standing to my full height. I know he’s not challenging me. Fuck it. I have some energy to wear off, and nothing would make me happier than putting a fist in that college boy face of his. I take a step toward him, and he bolts, running out the door. And even though I’m glad he’s gone, it pisses me off too. I could be a dangerous man for all he knows, and he’s left her here alone with me. He’s definitely not worthy of her.
Sara is glaring daggers at me. I reach in my pocket and toss a hundred dollar bill on the table before walking over to her. She doesn’t wait for me; she turns on her high heel and stalks out of the restaurant. I follow her at a slower pace, watching her as she storms away from me. Men and women alike all watch her. She’s beautiful and seems to draw attention wherever she goes. She walks the few blocks, picking up the pace the closer we get to the office. Her anger must fuel her because I have to move faster to keep up with her.
When we get to the parking lot at the office, I lean against the brick wall as she unlocks her car door. She raises her head and looks at me. Yep, she’s still mad. Even from here, I can tell she’s pissed. I can’t really blame her. I know I just ruined her night.
She stomps toward me, and I suck in a breath.
“Stop stalking me. Stop texting me. Just stop.”
I shake my head side to side. “I can’t.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
I nod, because I understand where she’s coming from. She’s driving me crazy.
She throws her hands up in the air and turns to go. I should let her go and cool off, but I can’t keep it to myself any longer. “You’re mine, Sara Chambers.”
She turns so fast she wobbles on her high heels. She steadies herself and stares at me. She thinks I’m crazy. I can see it by the way she’s staring at me. “How? Because you stalk me and send me texts? I’m not yours, Mr. Tate. You’re going to have to try a little harder if you want me to be yours.”
I simply nod at her. She gives me another dirty look and walks back to her car. I stay where I’m at, my arms crossed over my chest.
She wants more, I’ll give her more. “Challenge accepted.”
Chapter3
Sara
Ibarely walk in the door at the marketing firm the next morning when I hear a beep from my phone in my purse. I walk across the office, nodding at my coworkers as I go by. When I get to my desk in the corner, I drop my bag in my seat. Reaching into my purse, I pull out my phone and open the text message: "Nice skirt. Did you wear that for me?"
My head raises instantly, and I look all around. I didn’t even have to look at the caller ID to know who the text is from.
I get one similar to this every day, multiple times a day. When I don't spot the man I'm looking for, I look to the open second floor to see if I can see him looking at me. Goosebumps have already formed on my arms, which is a good indication that his eyes are on me. But I've learned that even though I may not see him, he definitely is watching me.
What started as just flirty banter has gone to a whole new level recently, and after last night, there’s no doubt he’s stepping up his game.
First I was uncomfortable with the attention my boss was giving me, but I can no longer fight it. Even though none of my coworkers have a clue, Mr. Tate has an obsession, and that obsession is me. I jerk as the phone in my hand dings again, and I look down and read the text message: "Answer me. Did you wear that skirt for me?"
The professional side of me knows that I should answer him by telling him no. And admonish him for his unprofessional question. But I can't. I’m still mad at him, and I thought about it the whole night. And it was after pondering on the whole situation that I discovered my problem. I’m on edge completely because I’m sexually frustrated.
I grimace and look at my phone. I type in one word, in all its honesty: "Yes." My eyes are glued to the phone as the little bubble show up, letting me know that he's about to respond. It's like I can't breathe, waiting to see what he has to say.
And when I see his response, I suck in a breath. "Good girl," it says. A smile forms on my face, and I look around the office again, trying to spot Mr. Tate. Even though I’m mad, I still seek his approval. I mean, those two words,good girl, have my heart racing and my panties getting wet. I know he's watching me. He's always watching. It may have made me nervous before, but now it is my complete undoing. No matter where I am or when it is, I can always feel his eyes on me. It's like an ongoing sexual foreplay that keeps my panties wet and my body primed for more.
He’s stalking me. I know he is, but he's yet to touch me besides that slight touch of my wrist last night.
But I want more. My body craves him. And I know that it is forbidden. He’s the last person I should be interested in. He’s off limits. He's my boss.
My phone dings again. "You're rubbing your thighs together. You need more, don't you, baby?"
A soft whimper escapes me, and I bite my lip to stop it. He has me completely on edge, but I think he knows it, and I think that's how he wants it. I wasn’t lying when I told him he was making me crazy.
"Sara, can I get you a coffee?" I know I look guilty as I shake my head at Christy. She's standing at her desk that is right next to mine. She's been nice to me since I've come to work here, and she's looking at me curiously. "Are you okay?" she asks.
I know my face is heated and my eyes are wide as I stare back at her. "Yes, I'm... I'm fine. No, I don't think I need any caffeine today. Thank you, though."
She stares at me a second longer. “Is everything okay? How did your date go?”
A part of me wants to spill the truth about Mr. Tate and put all my burdens on the table. I don’t have anyone to talk about what’s been happening, and I know it would be helpful to have another woman’s perspective. But I don’t dare. I can’t risk losing my job. I give her my best smile, hoping to hide the worry and lack of sleep that is probably evident on my face. “Yes, I’m perfect. But my date... well, I don’t think I’ll be seeing him again. He was nice, just not for me.”