On His Desk by Mia Faye
Chapter 21
AVA
I’m excited for the day to end and I keep glancing at the clock on my computer. At five, I turn it off and gather my things. It feels odd to leave without saying goodbye to Michael, but he’s been away from the office most of the day, which is fine as I’m seeing him later. He has a couple of tickets for a musical and then we’ll have dinner afterward. For once, I want to pretend that Michael and I are a real couple out on a real date. I know that kind of thinking is a recipe for disaster but for one evening I’ll indulge myself.
I grab an Uber downstairs and head home. I’ve already picked out my outfit; the sexiest one I own. I want to look my best tonight and I’ve given myself enough time to get ready.
When I’m home, I fill the tiny tub with water and pour a generous amount of scented bathing oils in it. I strip and step into the tub, and with a sigh, I sink into the water.
I’m glad I brought my sexiest dress with me even though at the time I couldn’t fathom when I would ever wear it. Things change so much in a short time. I remember the person I was just before I left home. Heartbroken, with little hope for the future.
Now, I can’t tell you the meaning of the word heartbroken. The affair with Michael has healed my heart and I feel hopeful and happy about the future. I slip on the figure-hugging dress over my bra and panties. There’s no way I can get away with not wearing panties with this dress.
It is the longest dress I own, with a slit that goes almost to the crotch. I love the straps and the plunging neckline that shows off half my boobs. I can’t wait for Michael to see it. He’s used to seeing me naked or in my sexy office wear. This is different, it oozes sexiness.
When I’m ready, I put on my silver high-heeled sandals and peer one more time in the bathroom mirror. The doorbell rings and I buzz Michael up. My heart thumps with anticipation. I smooth down my dress, feeling like a girl on her first date.
I hold the door open and minutes later, he comes in, his sexy male cologne filling my apartment. He looks sexy and casual smart in a tailored suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and trim hips.
Michael places his hand over mine on the doorknob and pushes the door shut. A slow sensual heat rises from the point of contact. It spreads from my hand and pools in my thighs, dampening my panties.
“You look gorgeous,” he says, his eyes rippling down the lines of my body before lingering on my breasts.
“Thank you, so do you,” I tell him, my eyes on his lips. I can’t think beyond how much I need his lips on mine.
As if reading my mind, Michael presses me to the wall and traps me with his body. Not that I have any intentions of trying to escape. Michael crashes his lips to mine and before I close my eyes, I see my hunger, my need reflected in his eyes. Our tongues swirl around each other as I lose myself to the sensations that his kisses evoke. His hands rest on my hips and his pelvis presses against mine, his cock hard and insistent.
“I want to rip this dress off and fuck you right here against the wall,” Michael growls.
His words wash over me and rattle a fierce desire in me. Then I remember how long I took to get ready and how excited I am for our date.
I place my hands on Michael’s chest and gently push him away. “We have loads of time after,” I tell him.
He backs off the slightest bit but sneaks his hand through the slit of my dress to cap my pussy. “Just checking if you have panties on,” he says.
I forget my determination to leave when Michael’s middle finger rubs over my folds in a gentle yet insistent caress.
“So wet for me,” Michael says, his finger working magic over my panties.
He wraps one hand around my waist as if he can tell that my legs can no longer hold me up. He pushes my panties to one side and his fingers tease my pussy, taking me to the edge but not giving me the release I so desperately need.
I ride his hand like a horse in an effort to reach the orgasm tethering on the brink.
“Please, Michael,” I beg, not caring that moments ago, I was the one who pushed him away. My body is coiled tightly, and I feel as if any moment now it will snap and come apart.
“Tell me what you need, baby?” Michel growls into my ear.
“I need you,” I tell him.
He pushes a finger in and then another and two pumps later, I’m gushing all over his fingers. The relief is indescribable.
***
“I love musicals,” I gush to Michael. I love everything about musicals, and I’d promised myself a treat when I was down in New York. Not only did I get to see one, but I did it with a sexy man, a man who turns my legs to jelly just by looking at me suggestively.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Michael says as he hails down a cab.
I love the glamour, the singing, and the drama of musicals. Michael had tickets for Moulin Rouge, a musical that’s been on my to-watch list.
“Did you enjoy it?” I ask him after he has given the cab driver the restaurant address.
Michael rests his hand on my bare thigh. “The little I saw. My concentration was off tonight. Hard to look at the stage when I’m with the most beautiful woman in the room.”
My body heats up from the compliment and I’m overcome with pleasure. His hand caresses my exposed thigh as the cab goes at a snail’s pace.
“Sorry about the traffic,” the cab driver says looking at us through the rear-view mirror. “There’s an accident ahead.”
I rest my head on Michael’s shoulder and his hand goes around my shoulders. It’s hard to believe that we’ve known each other for less than two months but it feels like forever. Natural, I suppose, when you see each other every day.
I listen to the beat of his heart and wonder if it is quick because of my proximity. I immediately chastise myself. I’m not the type of woman who would make Michael’s heart beat fast. My mind goes to Paige. His ex-girlfriend. That’s his kind of woman.
Despite my best efforts, I’m beginning to fall for Michael. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Passionate, fun, intelligent… the list is endless. There’s no use fighting my feelings for him. The only thing I must remember is that it cannot lead anywhere.
We’re lovers and nothing more. My heart yearns for more and I hate that I feel this way. I don’t want a second broken heart in the space of a few months.
The cab glides to a halt in front of the restaurant. Michael pays the fare and we hop out.
Inside the high-ceilinged restaurant, Michael leads me to the bar area as we’re a little early. We choose a table for two tucked into a private corner. Michael pulls out my chair and only goes to sit down when I’m comfortable.
“Is this how you treat all the ladies?” I ask him. It’s rare that we’re out together in public like this. I see a side of Michael that is different from at home or the office. He’s a complete gentleman. Attentive, charming, and just sweet.
“Only the ones I love,” he says, his tone casual.
My heart stops. He didn’t mean it. Of that I’m sure. Still, it takes a while before my heartbeat returns to normal. The waiter comes then to take our order for drinks. We settle for a bottle of red wine.
“How’s the renovation coming along?” I ask Michael when the waiter leaves.
He smiles. “Very well. They’ve been hard at work this week. Phillip says it’ll be ready by Wednesday. Elly will love it.”
“Are you seeing her this weekend?” I ask him.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I’m picking her up tomorrow afternoon. We’re going to visit a farm. It’s a school project for Elly,” Michael says.
I want to ask if Paige will accompany them but it’s really none of my business. “Sounds like fun.”
“You can come with us if you like,” Michael says. “I didn’t ask because I didn’t think you’d choose to spend your afternoon on a farm.”
If only he knew. I’d spend my day in a pigsty if it meant that we were together. “I’d like to actually. I like farms.” I shake my head at the nonsense my mouth is spewing. I know very little about farms. Like Elly, I probably need a school project to familiarize myself with farm activities.
“Great!” Michael says.
The wine comes then, and the waiter pours us each a glass. Michael’s gaze is on me throughout. It’s both flattering and disconcerting. It’s as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
“You have the kind of beauty that sneaks up on a man, after which he can’t keep his eyes off you,” Michael says.
I don’t know what to say. It’s not the first time I’ve been complimented but I’ve never received one as sincere and passionate as the one he has just delivered. “Thank you.”
Another waiter comes to take our order for dinner.
“How was it growing up on a farm?” I ask. I cannot quite picture Michael on a farm. He looks too sophisticated for that.
He shrugs. “Repetitive. That’s what I remember the most. The thing about farm life is that you have to love it. If you don’t, it feels like you press rewind every single day.”
I giggle at the description. I take in his expensive clothes. He’s definitely not cut out to be a farmer.
“Do your family still live there?” I ask him, curious about him. Michael rarely talks about his past.
“Yes, my mom and sister. We don’t see each other much, except for when I go down there, which is like once a year. Maybe I’ll go more now that I have Elly. I’d like them to meet her and vice versa.”
“That’s a good idea. Kids love their grandparents. I was close to my paternal grandmother before she passed on.”
Tears spring to my eyes at the memory of my beloved grandmother. She had baked treats for me every time I visited. I surprise myself by telling Michael about her. The hours pass by fast as we chat and eat. I can’t remember spending a more enjoyable evening.
