I tap the door with the head of it and wait. After a few seconds, Viola opens the door, and I’m pointing the pink cock right in her face.
“Forget something?” I ask, with a smirk.
“Rules.” She glares. “Stop. Breaking. Them.” As she rips the vibrator from my hand, I notice her voice isn’t as confident as it usually is.
Right now, I want to break her.
“Don’t you know, some rules are meant to be broken?” My voice is silky smooth, and my eyes roam down her body. I give a little nod toward her nipples that are begging to be sucked and flicked, and she slams the door in my face.
On the other side of the door, she screams, “Can you be any more cliché?”
I can’t hold back the smile as I walk into my room and climb into bed.
I’m getting to her. Eventually, she’ll crack. Eventually, I’ll find her limit.
I close my eyes, and it takes me no time before I fall asleep and even less time before my alarm is buzzing.
After my normal workout routine, I drive home and stand in the living room brushing my teeth with nothing on but dress pants. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, and I feel more energized than I have in a while, though an annoyed buzz swarms inside my body. I’m actually dreading going to work today. It’s the first time that’s happened since I started.
Before walking back into my room, I stop in front of Drew’s door. I stand there for almost a minute before I open it and peek in. Viola is sleeping like the dead with her body sideways across the bed. I almost feel bad for staring at her while she sleeps, but it seems the only time I can without listening to her bitch.
“Travis,” she says in a light whisper, and for a moment, I think I’m busted. But the glow of the lava lamp Drew refuses to get rid of gives her away. She’s asleep, whisperingmyname. If I had my phone on me, I’d record it for evidence later, but I don’t. Instead, I finish getting dressed and head out the door. Before I make it to work, Alyssa is already blowing up my phone. Is it still considered sexual harassment when it’s the CEO’s daughter?
Fucking hell.
Alyssa
Can we meet this morning? ?? I can’t wait to see you.
Alyssa
I miss you.
Alyssa
We make a great team.
Dammit. I know what that wink means. The meeting isn’t to discuss our project, but rather for me tobeher project. I sit in the car and listen to the mean growl of the engine as I decide what to text her. I’m walking a thin line that is becoming blurrier with each step forward.
Travis
Yeah, what time? I have a meeting with Blake at 10.
I let out a huff.
Alyssa
The earlier the better. I’m feeling the urge. If you know what I mean.
I don’t like this.
Travis
Your office or mine?
Alyssa
Mine. And I’ll be on my knees waiting for you when you enter.