Skyrocketed expectations (1)

Skyrocketed expectations (1)
KIRA
Oh my God, oh my God.
Did Rhys Redmond just eat me out?
Wait, no. It’s more than that. He gave me the most amazing, earth-shattering, ground-breaking orgasm of my life, after draining information out of me. I didn’t tell him everything, but that changes nothing.
My attempt at using the diary to make him fire me ended with his tongue between my legs. Will I complain? Of course not.
Except, I am now in so much trouble. Rhys will not let me leave his side until he has gotten everything he wants from me. At the moment, it’s a blowjob—something I have been dying to give him for weeks.
I skip dinner and head straight into bed, trying to wrap my head around the insanity that just happened. Maybe I fell asleep in the car and all this is a dream. The thought flies out the window as soon as I remember Shane’s inquisitive look. There’s no way Pajama guy decided to haunt my dreams. If that guy were to show up in my slumber, he would be the Grim Reaper that ends me without a second’s hesitation. It’s real. All of it, including the lipstick I am to wear tomorrow.
I toss and turn in bed, replaying the evening over and over. Rhys’s mouth on my skin, his hands on my boobs. His fingers inside me. I always thought such sensations only existed in books and my fantasies. What kind of man made a woman feel week in the knees just by looking at her boobs?
Rhys Redmond, that’s who. I’m afraid he has ruined me for all sexual relationships I will ever have, because my expectations have skyrocketed.
I am unable to sleep, and taking warm milk has never worked for me. Instead of whipping up the book that started all this, I replay Rhys’s movements, trying to replicate them with my own fingers.
My skin remembers his touch all too well. I do the same thing, skimming my fingers over my boobs, and trailing them down my stomach to my pussy. I rub my clit just like he did, but it doesn’t feel the same.
Usually, I can get myself off within a few minutes, but this time, I’m struggling to get to the end. I even pinch my nipples a little for extra stimulation, to no avail.
I’m toast in more ways than one. My body wants Rhys Redmond—a man who wouldn’t belong to me even if I cried to the heavens.
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I’m early the following morning—I promise it has nothing to do with my anticipation to suck Rhys’s cock.
It’s what I tell myself, but my eyes are glued to the clock on my computer. I even reset it a few times to make sure the time zone is set correctly and Rhys is not late.
Deciding to stop making a fool out of myself, I go to the breakroom for a cup of coffee. I make the drink as slowly as I can, listening to music on my earbuds. I sweeten it and place it on a small tray with a few cookies. I’m about to lift the tray when someone touches my waist.
I jerk and jump away, resisting the reflex to punch the intruder without knowing who they are. It ends up being a good thing because my 'attacker' is Melissa.
"It’s you," I say, taking off my earbuds.
Melissa smiles. "You sound a little disappointed. Were you hoping it would be someone else?"
How can I tell her I’m waiting for my boss because of what went down between us last night? "You scared me, that's all."
"That’s a relief," Melissa says. "It’s nice to bump into you. I’ve been thinking of going clothes shopping soon, if you want to come along. Like two friends hanging out; not a date."
It would be nice. I moved here recently and haven’t made any friends.
Scratch that, actually. I have never made any real friends in my life, because I wanted to keep my identity as a mafia daughter secret. I didn't want to endanger anyone's life just because they knew me This would have been the perfect chance to let someone in, but I don’t want to cause trouble for Melissa, especially now that I know why Rhys dislikes her so much.
"I’m sorry. I don’t need new clothes right now and I’ve been needing to work extra lately."
Melissa thinks about my words and understands the underlying meaning. "I get it. Just hit me up if you ever want to hang out."
I could say yes and keep the option open, but that would be unfair to her. "I know you said to forget you asked me out, but I can’t. I can’t date a coworker, Mel. Besides, I’m not into women."
"I understand." She nods, even though her eyes are dimmer than the chirpy personality I’m used to. She comes close to me and kisses my cheek. "See you around, Kira."
That’s the moment Rhys chooses to enter the breakroom. Could his timing be any worse?
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"What did I tell you about talking to that woman?" Rhys demands as soon as we are in his office, where he barked at me to meet him.
I stand by the door. "There is no policy…"
He cuts me off. "You already said that, Miss Davison, but I don’t want you in the same room with her for whatever reason. Do you fucking understand?"
This is the point where a man would piss me off forever, and I would reconsider getting together with him regardless of my feelings.
But I don’t want to date Rhys Redmond. Whatever may happen between us will be strictly physical, so I don’t care what a possessive asshole he is outside of that.
Admittedly, I’m using my vagina to think instead of my brain.
"Fine. I won’t get close to Melissa, but not because of your order. I was planning to stay away from her, anyway."
He goes back behind his desk. "I see you wore the lipstick I asked for."