Lisa will save me.
Once, I thought Kai would too.
A thumb brushes against my bottom lip and my eyes dart to her. Her eyes are narrowed as she scrutinizes me. Seconds pass by—tick, tick, tick—as I remain under her microscope. The thing with Lisa is, it's almost as if she can see right into my head. As if she knows exactly what's running through my mind. I feel naked and exposed around her.
"Are you sore?" she questions, her voice husky. Her eyes flicker with heat that burns its way straight to my core.
I jerk my gaze around the office but nobody is paying attention. "Yes," I admit with a whisper.
A smug grin tugs at her mouth. "Good. I like the idea of you thinking about my big cock every time you sit down."
"Lisa!" I hiss and once again do a visual sweep of the office for nosy co-workers.
She shrugs. "What? I'm just being honest. How busy are you right now?"
This feels like a trick question, and like the naïve girl I am, I follow her right into the proverbial white van where she promises candy and puppies. "Not very busy."
"Good," she says with a wolfish grin that has my panties becoming wet between my thighs. "I need your assistance in my office."
She stands and turns away to walk back to her room. My gaze roams her fit body that looks too perfect in a suit. It's a good thing I'm leaving this company soon because having to stare at her each day looking good enough to eat is quite distracting.
I'll be leaving soon.
Several days ago, I'd have been thrilled.
But that was all before Lisa finally noticed me.
Guilt and indecision wars within me. She's already done so much for me. We've gone from co-workers to friends to lovers in a matter of days. Lisa Manoban is so intense that I've easily been swept up into her vortex.
How will it feel when I finally crawl my way out?
Will I be the same?
Rising from my chair, I push away those thoughts for now as I stride into her office and close the door behind me.
"Lock it."
Her rough command sends shivers through my body. I flip the lock and regard her with my hands on my hips.
"What do you need help with?" I question, my voice raw and shaky.
She sheds her jacket and hangs it on the back of her chair. The powder blue dress shirt she's wearing today molds perfectly against her skin. I can see her tattoos through the fabric and it sends another thrill shooting through me.
"Lisa," I try again, my voice rising. "What do you need?"
She arches a brow at me and pins me with a smoldering glare. "You know what I need."
As I choke on my words, she unbuttons her shirt at her wrist and begins rolling up her sleeve. I find myself staring at her wrist of all things with my mouth watering for a taste. She continues on with the other side. Then, she begins working at the knot on her navy-colored tie.
My body is about to combust. Between my thighs, my panties are drenched. Hardened nipples scratch against my bra. And an internal fire alights my flesh from the inside out. She sheds the tie and undoes the first two buttons before placing her hands on her hips to mimic my position.
"I need you to look over some contracts with me. I want some advice," she says as she strolls over to sit in her chair. I'm so dumbfounded by the quick turn of events that it takes me a second for my mind to catch up to her words.