Scarlett's boobs were all I could think about.
Unknowingly, I mixed up Emily's boobs with Scarlett's.
My hand slipped down Emily's top. Her bra felt rough, nothing like Scarlett's or Sophia's, more like cotton.
Unlike Sophia's skimpy bras, Emily's was modest, no extra flesh peeking out.
I gently touched her breasts through the fabric.
In the crowded elevator, I could hear Emily's breath quicken, her body getting tense.
She seemed nervous yet excited.
Nervous about getting caught, yet eager for something to happen between us.
I reached her nipple and circled it with my finger.
I pinched it through her bra, feeling it harden.
She was in my arms, her breasts feeling my teasing fingers.
Her hands gripped my collar, trying to repress her excitement, afraid of making noise.
Soon enough, my hand slipped inside her bra.
I pinched and twisted her nipples with two fingers, grabbing her breasts.
I squeezed and teased, playing with her nipples.
Emily's breath got heavier, warming my suit jacket with her exhales.
It was like her breath was seeping through the fabric, heating my skin and making me blush.
Through the elevator's glass, I saw Emily's flushed face, like a ripe apple.
She bit her lip hard, making her lips swell.
She did it to keep quiet, trying not to make the situation in the elevator more awkward.
The elevator felt like a sauna, making it hard to catch my breath.
In those few minutes, it seemed like Emily and I had been stuck there forever.
It was thrilling and kind of addictive.
Just as the doors were about to open, I quickly pulled back my hand, helping her fix her clothes.
Then, I casually distanced myself from her.
When the doors opened, I saw John waiting at the entrance.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness I didn't go too far just now, or I would've been busted.
"You're just in time. Head to HR and grab the internship evaluation form. Today's the deadline, and the team leader needs to review it," John said.
Heading to HR meant I'd run into Scarlett again.
Even though I promised not to talk to her, I couldn't resist admiring her beauty and figure from a distance.
I nodded at John, "Sure, I'll go to HR."
I let Emily leave first before pressing the button for the HR floor and closing the doors.
Stepping out of the elevator, I saw Scarlett leading a meeting in the office area.
She had a badge around her neck and papers in her hands.
The papers positioned right below Scarlett's chest made her breasts look fuller and rounder.
Her V-neck top struggled to contain her assets, revealing a generous amount of cleavage.
Male employees couldn't take their eyes off her chest, they were completely captivated.
If there was a bowl on the floor, it would probably be filled with their drool.
I felt a twinge of annoyance.
Scarlett wasn't interested in being intimate with me, yet she didn't seem to mind other guys checking her out.
Was this her way of showing affection, like she had claimed?
I let out a sigh, feeling frustrated, and the tension around me grew thicker.
"I'm here for the internship evaluation form," I rapped on the office door.
The HR staff's eyes landed on me, looking surprised by my expression, and stayed quiet for a moment.
It was Scarlett who spoke first, breaking the silence, "I'm in a meeting right now. Wait for me in my office."
Her tone was icy, and she seemed in a sour mood.
Was she trying to start something with me? Was she mad because I hugged Emily earlier?
"Got it," I nodded and headed to Scarlett's office.
She might be waiting for me to make the first move, but I was also waiting for her to come and make amends.
Only when she made things right would I consider forgiving her.
Her office had been moved to the director's office, which was much bigger than her previous team leader's space, with a large window next to it.
I sat in the chair across from her desk, legs crossed and propped up on the table, her papers under my feet.
Facing the window, I soaked in the sunlight, idly scrolling through my phone.
After a few minutes, Scarlett's office door creaked open.
The click of high heels drew nearer, carrying a faint scent that tickled my nose.
It was Scarlett's perfume.
I was so certain, I didn't even need to turn around to check.
Scarlett walked around to the front of her desk, passing by me. Her ample chest blocked my view completely, filling my thoughts with images of her breasts.
The shape, color, size, and texture of her breasts, and her hair brushing against my nose, carrying a fresh scent like the earth after rain.
I greedily inhaled, wanting to soak in all her scents.
Her breasts and her hair, each one a delight to me.
She settled into her office chair, pulling out three internship evaluation forms from a drawer.
"Here they are," she passed them to me.
I pocketed my phone, took the forms, and on my way out, I made sure to steal another glance at her huge breasts.
In the sunlight, her white knit sweater was slightly sheer, revealing her bra clearly.
It was a bra that barely covered the nipples, the rest sheer fabric.
A single black string supported her breasts from below.
I was consumed with the desire to be intimate with Scarlett.
"I'll take off now," I grabbed the evaluation forms from her, leaving directly.
In my thoughts, I lingered on Scarlett's breasts, almost feeling like I was holding them as I clutched the forms.
The touch was gentle and silky.
It was akin to touching a freshly boiled egg, almost tempting me to take a bite.
As I made my way to the elevator, I sensed the HR women's eyes on me, especially as I passed by them.
I caught snatches of their conversations about me. "I heard he's the new guy in the PR department... He's so tall and good-looking... He's in great shape, and he must be well-endowed... I'd love to be with him, it must be incredible..."
I followed their voices with my eyes.