So, I put my phone away and decided not to reply to Scarlett's messages.
Just then, Mia came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel that barely covered the essentials.
Her smooth arms and legs were on display, and she was using a dry towel to dry her hair, tilting her head to the side.
"I've already eaten. How about you have breakfast while I help you with your hair?" I suggested, sitting sideways on a chair with one foot on the ground and the other bent on the cushion, looking at Mia.
"Sure," she said, handing me the towel and sitting down next to me to eat her breakfast.
I stood behind her, gathered her hair, and draped the towel over her head, gently patting it dry.
After a few minutes, her hair was no longer dripping, so I took off the towel. "Where's your hairdryer? It's getting late, I'll just blow-dry it for you."
"It's in the bathroom cabinet, you can grab it," Mia replied, taking a bite of toast.
"Got it." I put the towel aside, went to the bathroom, and grabbed a white hairdryer from the cabinet. I plugged it in and started blow-drying her hair.
Her fragrant hair floated around, sometimes brushing against her face, sometimes against mine, tickling my nose and lips.
It made my face itch and stirred up some feelings I was trying to keep in check.
Maybe I was a bit too enthusiastic with the blow-drying and accidentally made her towel slip off. It landed on the chair, and her round breasts bounced freely for a moment. Mia gasped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," I said quickly, turning off the hairdryer and picking up the towel to cover her, but I had no idea how to wrap it properly.
I managed to drape it over her, but it kept slipping. In my fumbling, I ended up touching her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my fingers.
"David, are you doing this on purpose?" Mia grabbed my hand, her voice a bit husky.
"No, I swear, I just wanted to help you get dressed."
Mia stared at me for a long moment, trying to see if I was lying, but she didn't find anything suspicious.
"Never mind, it's getting late. I'll go change, and we can continue this when I get back from work." She stood up and gave me a light kiss on the throat.
My throat! One of my most sensitive spots, and she just kissed it like that. I definitely needed some payback for that.
I grabbed her wrist, pulled her close, wrapped one arm around her waist, and pressed my other hand on the back of her neck, kissing her deeply.
As soon as our lips met, my tongue eagerly explored her mouth, dancing with hers and claiming every corner.
This time, her slightly sweet mouth had a hint of spiciness, probably from the toothpaste, which made our kiss even more exciting.
After I finished exploring her mouth with my tongue, I let her tongue into mine. But every time she tried to pull away, I stopped her, sucking on her tongue and even swallowing some of her sticky saliva.
Her mouth started to feel a bit dry, so I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers, and as I relaxed, her tongue slipped back in smoothly.
I moved my hand from the back of her neck to her head, pressing her closer and kissing her deeply, transferring some of my saliva into her mouth.
But she clamped her mouth shut, only letting a little bit of my saliva in, the rest sliding down her chin and dripping into her collarbone.
"Why? Do you not like me?" I asked, letting go of her lips and pressing the back of her neck again.
"No, it's just that I'm almost late for work. And aren't we walking to work? If we don't leave now, you'll be late. It's still your probation period, and if you're late, I'll report you to HR and get you fired!"
Mia stood with her hands on her hips, her tone a mix of stern and playful, like we were in some office romance.
But when I checked my watch, I realized we only had twenty minutes until work started, so I had to hurry.
"You wouldn't fire me. If you did, where would you find someone as good as me to make love to you?" I teased, giving her a quick kiss before leaving her place.
Luckily, Mia's house was just a ten-minute walk from the company.
When I got to the office, I still had a bit of time.
John and Emily saw me and rolled their chairs over to chat. The conversation was mostly about moving and part-time jobs.
John looked at Emily and then at me, saying, "Emily and I talked to the bar owner, and he wants us to come by tomorrow night to finalize the hiring process. So tonight, we have the whole evening to move and organize the rental house."
"Sounds good," I replied. "After work tonight, we'll go home to pack up, then meet at the rental house. Just send me the address, okay?"
"Deal!" John said happily.
But then work started. Grace walked to the door of the public relations department and announced, "We have a meeting this morning at 8:30. Make sure you have all your work materials ready. Everyone must attend."
"Okay, Ms. White."
"Yes, Ms. White."
"Got it, Ms. White."
Everyone responded and then focused on their computers and files, getting ready for the meeting.
John and Emily quickly went back to their desks to organize their stuff.
By the time we were done, it was almost 8:30, so we grabbed our laptops, notebooks, and pens and headed to the main conference room, with Mia walking beside me.