Chapter 7

Nate's POV:

"Why are you smiling like that? You look like a fucking idiot," Ryan asked as I walked in for work the next week.

"What? I'm not smiling," I rushed out, maintaining a straight face and removed my bag, placing it on my desk.

"You have been acting weird since Friday, dude. Did you have some kind of kinky sex in her office?" he whispered, making me laugh out loud.

Man, I still couldn't believe that I kissed her again. I didn't know what came over me that day and to be honest, I expected her to slap the shit out of me but she kissed me back, unleashing the beast in me and now I carved more of her which was wrong on so many levels. All weekend I was anticipating seeing her and Heck! I've never been more excited to go to work.

"No, we didn't have sex but I totally kissed her," I smirked, sitting down on my seat.

"Not interested in her, my ass!" He punched my arm and I tried to tackle him with my free hand.

"I don't know why I did it. She was just getting on my nerves and the next thing I know, we are kissing. For some weird reason, I'm attracted to all that confidence and sass and she is so damn hot and wild, man." I sighed, releasing my grip on his neck.

"You are totally whipped, dude. Sounding like a fucking pussy."

"I'm not fucking whipped."

"Why don't you just ask her out?" he suggested and I shook my head.

"I'm not even sure if I'm over Rebecca. I'm a total mess and I don't want to drag her into it," I muttered, running my hands through my hair.

"So you are just going to keep kissing her every time you see her?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

"No. I'm just going to forget about the whole thing and try to stay away from her. It's for the best and anyway she threatened to break my hand if I touch her again," I replied, laughing in between and he joined me.

"God, I like this woman."

"Yeah, she is feisty as hell." I smiled, thinking about her.

"Ugh! Stop making that face. It makes me sick." he smacked my head, making me glare at him.

"Do me a favor and return this to her?" I handed him the bag from the dry cleaners and he stood me, taking it from me.

"Let's see if I can get some action this time," he teased, making me roll my eyes.

"She has eyes only for me, mate." I boasted while he flipped his finger before leaving, making me laugh. I continued to do my work. I was almost done working with the back-end team, so no more working with Amy I guess.

"What happened?" I asked when I saw Ryan returning with the bag in his hand.

"She wants you to bring it," he muttered in annoyance and I frowned at his response.

What was she playing at, now?

"Fine, give it to me." I snatched the bag from his hand and stood up to leave.

"Oh, she looks pissed." I stopped mid-track and turned to glare at him.

"Just warning you so don't try to kiss her or something," he teased and I continued to walk, paying him no mind.

"Come in, Mr. Wilson." I heard her and entered. She was sitting behind her desk with her long legs crossed and I tried my best to control my horny self. She was too busy typing away something on her computer and didn't glance at me even once. I kept standing there like a fucking idiot with her bag.

"Here's the dress," I placed it on her desk and was about to walk away.

"Did I tell you to leave?" She roared, making me groan internally.

Ohh, she was poking the bear.

"What is it now?" I asked, fixing my gaze to the ground and she stood up from her seat.

"Look at me," she demanded and I flicked my gaze to meet her hazel brown eyes with thick lashes.

"Ummm...about what happened—" she started, but I interrupted her.

"I know. It was a mistake and I won't happen again," I rushed out, stuffing my hands in my pocket and she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" she blurted out.

"Yeah, it was unprofessional and I acted in an impulse. Sorry about it." I tried to remain as calm as possible but it was so hard not to focus on her lips and my greedy eyes couldn't help but flick downwards. I could notice her erect nipples piercing through her blouse which confirmed to me that she was affected by my presence too.

"Well, I kissed you back. So I guess I should apologize too." She replied, clearing her throat and I nodded.

"That's great."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." She gave me a small smile and my breath hitched.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

"Apology accepted."

"Good," she uttered.

"Perfect," I replied, trying so hard not to smile.

"Absolutely perfect," she breathed out and we kept staring at each other. The air between us was so thick with sexual tension and I mentally groaned before making up my mind.

Jesus Christ! Fuck staying away!

I grabbed her face and claimed her lips, pushing her against the door. She responded immediately and pushed her body towards me, running her hands all over my biceps and I pulled her closer by her tiny waist while she wrapped her arms around my neck. She smelled like apples and berries, making me drool instantly.

I slid my tongue while my left hand pushed her skirt up, tracing her sexy smooth skin while she moaned against my mouth, making me smile and my lips went down from her jaw to her neck.

"We should not be doing this," she whispered as I sucked on her sensitive spot, grabbing her thigh and placing it around my waist. I was so fucking hard already.

Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of me.

"I know," I groaned, unbuttoning the first two buttons of her blouse. She was wearing a maroon lacy bra, turning me on more, if it was even possible.

"I hate you!" She moaned as I squeezed her boobs, breathing hard.

"I know, baby girl." I chuckled, kissing her again to shut her up.

"You taste so amazing. I wonder if you taste just like that down there," I whispered seductively in her ears and felt her shudder in delight against my body.

"Woah! Okay, okay, okay, stop." She pushed me back a little and tried to catch her breath. 

"We have a meeting with the clients in like 10 minutes and I need to be prepared." She moved aside and stood far away from me.

"Yeah, I know." I ran my hands through my hair, trying to catch my breath. She looked at me puzzled and I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"Aren't you going to storm out like you always do?" she asked, buttoning her blouse and my eyes automatically followed her actions.

"I can't go out like this," I replied pointing to my dick and she burst out into laughter. That was the first time I saw her laugh and she looked so beautiful and relaxed.

Why wasn't she like that always?

Why was she acting so tough?

"God, you should seriously stop doing that," she sighed, walking towards her desk and fixing her hair while I adjusted my pants before turning towards her.

"You should stop responding like that, Ms. Perez," I smirked, leaning against the door and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"We will talk about this later in a public place. Now get out, I need to get some work done, unlike few people." She replied, giving me a sly look. I shook my head with a small smile and headed outside with one little thought in my head.

Why the fuck did I kiss her again?

More importantly, why the hell did she kiss me back?