about any of my previous … pursuits.” Placing his elbows on the table, he leaned forward and held my gaze captive. “But you, something about you makes me want to know more than just your name. I want to know you in so many ways. I want to get lost in those exotic blue eyes of yours. I want to taste those fascinatingly crimson lips. Fuck. There’s a certain enigma to you. And, like you, I’m one of those people: ‘Brain never rests until the conundrum is solved’.”
The word ‘enigma’ had no business being aligned with my name. I was as readable as they came. The saying ‘never judge a book by its cover’ didn’t apply to me. Because I could be judged by my outer appearance. What you saw was what you got. I held nothing back, stored nothing in my mind. So, if he was searching for something, he was wasting his goddamn time.
All I wanted was to screw him then get him and his scent out of my system. Never to think of him in a sexual way again. Only this would be a bit more complicated than the rest. For one, I worked for him, so I couldn’t escape him like the others. Two, he knew my real name and held important information about me. The others were given fake names, and that was it. No phone number, address, nothing. Just a night of steamy sex with a short, blond girl who stole out in the morning.
“You’re knocking on hollow walls,” I informed him. “There’s nothing inside but thin air.”
He made a slight shake of his head. “Your eyes tell a different story.”
“I don’t think you understand how straight of a person I am. I hold no secrets, no mystery.”
On a resigned sigh, he sat back in his seat and just stared at me for what felt like years. “I will get inside you, Krissy.”
“The ulterior motive.”
He chuckled aloud. “I wasn’t — God, you have a dirty mind. I mean, get inside your head . To know what goes on in there.”
“There, you’re not invited. Elsewhere … .” I trailed off suggestively.
“I like that you’re straight about what you want,” he commented.
I shrugged. “Would’ve let you take me on your office desk the other day if you’d been up to it. We could’ve gotten this over with already.”
“This what?” he asked, curiosity marring his features.
“This usual everyday lust.”
Tilting his head to the side, he watched me with intrigue. “Usual everyday lust?”
Shifting in my seat, I watched him dead on. “Okay, this is me in short: If I see a guy who turns me on and I want to fuck him, I fuck him. I don’t want anything beyond that. I don’t have anything to offer beyond that. I don’t have the energy or the time to invest in anything beyond that. That’s what I meant earlier when I said nothing complicated .”
His face clouded thoughtfully as he noted, “So you just wanna fuck me.”
“On point,” I nodded, glad he finally got it.
For a long while, he said nothing. Then, “You’re like an angel holding the devil’s pitch fork.” His eyes roamed over my face. “You say that with you, what I see is what I get, but that’s far from the truth.”
Leaning in closer, he locked his gaze to mine. “When I look at you, I see purity, etherealness, beauty unseen and unheard of. Nevertheless, when you open your mouth, what comes out is raw, unquenched, unadulterated fire. Blazing … ”
As if he were trying to reach deep into my soul, his eyes bored into mine. This man wanted something more than sex from me. And I had a feeling he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.
Brain never rests until the conundrum is solved.
At a muffled vibrating sound, he dipped his hand inside his jacket pocket and withdrew his cellphone, never taking his eyes off me. “Milo,” he answered. “Now? … Okay, let them know I’ll be there in a few.”
After hanging up, he stared at me a beat longer, then stood to his feet and slipped his cellphone back in his pocket. “I have to go.”
My eyes rose to his height and met his shrewd blue ones.
The word ‘enigma’ had no business being aligned with my name. I was as readable as they came. The saying ‘never judge a book by its cover’ didn’t apply to me. Because I could be judged by my outer appearance. What you saw was what you got. I held nothing back, stored nothing in my mind. So, if he was searching for something, he was wasting his goddamn time.
All I wanted was to screw him then get him and his scent out of my system. Never to think of him in a sexual way again. Only this would be a bit more complicated than the rest. For one, I worked for him, so I couldn’t escape him like the others. Two, he knew my real name and held important information about me. The others were given fake names, and that was it. No phone number, address, nothing. Just a night of steamy sex with a short, blond girl who stole out in the morning.
“You’re knocking on hollow walls,” I informed him. “There’s nothing inside but thin air.”
He made a slight shake of his head. “Your eyes tell a different story.”
“I don’t think you understand how straight of a person I am. I hold no secrets, no mystery.”
On a resigned sigh, he sat back in his seat and just stared at me for what felt like years. “I will get inside you, Krissy.”
“The ulterior motive.”
He chuckled aloud. “I wasn’t — God, you have a dirty mind. I mean, get inside your head . To know what goes on in there.”
“There, you’re not invited. Elsewhere … .” I trailed off suggestively.
“I like that you’re straight about what you want,” he commented.
I shrugged. “Would’ve let you take me on your office desk the other day if you’d been up to it. We could’ve gotten this over with already.”
“This what?” he asked, curiosity marring his features.
“This usual everyday lust.”
Tilting his head to the side, he watched me with intrigue. “Usual everyday lust?”
Shifting in my seat, I watched him dead on. “Okay, this is me in short: If I see a guy who turns me on and I want to fuck him, I fuck him. I don’t want anything beyond that. I don’t have anything to offer beyond that. I don’t have the energy or the time to invest in anything beyond that. That’s what I meant earlier when I said nothing complicated .”
His face clouded thoughtfully as he noted, “So you just wanna fuck me.”
“On point,” I nodded, glad he finally got it.
For a long while, he said nothing. Then, “You’re like an angel holding the devil’s pitch fork.” His eyes roamed over my face. “You say that with you, what I see is what I get, but that’s far from the truth.”
Leaning in closer, he locked his gaze to mine. “When I look at you, I see purity, etherealness, beauty unseen and unheard of. Nevertheless, when you open your mouth, what comes out is raw, unquenched, unadulterated fire. Blazing … ”
As if he were trying to reach deep into my soul, his eyes bored into mine. This man wanted something more than sex from me. And I had a feeling he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.
Brain never rests until the conundrum is solved.
At a muffled vibrating sound, he dipped his hand inside his jacket pocket and withdrew his cellphone, never taking his eyes off me. “Milo,” he answered. “Now? … Okay, let them know I’ll be there in a few.”
After hanging up, he stared at me a beat longer, then stood to his feet and slipped his cellphone back in his pocket. “I have to go.”
My eyes rose to his height and met his shrewd blue ones.
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