“What if what I want from you is not money?” Benne asked, making butterflies flutter in her belly. If he didn’t want money what else could he want from her apart from the other thing?
She was too scared to ask the question out loud, since she knew him well enough to know he was likely going to ask for something silly, “Money is the only means of payment for such services,” Celsie pointed out.
“Then don’t pay me,” Benne said with a shrug as he moved away from the wall and took his first step towards her, making her want to hide under her desk. How had their relationship changed so quickly in such a short duration?
Benne kept his eyes on her as he took one step after another as he approached her. Celsie could hear her heart beating very fast with every step he took. What was he trying to do? This was her office. He wasn’t going to try to kiss her here like the way he had kissed her in the elevator, was he? No! She couldn’t let him do that!
“Stop! Stop!” She said, standing up and raising both hands, “My boss. The CEO is inside his office and he could step out any moment from now,” she said, glancing towards the CEO’s office, desperately trying to stop Benne from coming any closer to her.
Benne took another step towards her and smiled at the desperation he heard in her voice, “He is not. I saw him leave earlier, with Mr. Harry,” Benne said as he took another step closer to her desk.
He liked to know that he affected her this way. He never would have thought in his wildest imaginations that he would be anything short of the gentleman he was, doing things like this to get a lady’s attention. But here he was, getting bolder and becoming more daring by the day. And the amusing thing about it was the fact that he was enjoying every moment of it. Maybe he had always had this in him just like Bryan but had been hiding it all under his good mannerisms. Now he was ready to throw all of that to the winds, as long as it got him what he wanted. He wasn’t a womanizer enough to try this on different ladies. Only one lady interested him at the moment, and that was Celsie.
“Why didn’t you respond to either of my texts, Celsie?” Benne asked when he finally stopped in front of her.
Celsie’s face heated up at the mention of his text, and she looked away from him in embarrassment, “Those texts were inappropriate,” she said in a slightly cracked voice, before clearing her throat.
“Inappropriate? For someone who knows every curve and edge of your body? Do I need to tell you what you look like without your clothes on?” Benne asked, cocking his head to the side as he looked at her with mischief gleaming in his eyes.
“Benne…” She pleaded.
“Since you’re ready for the sex thing, how about we do it here? Right now?” Benne asked with a boyish smile, making her heart skip a beat as she quickly shook her head.
“No! Not here. Not now. This is my office.” She reminded him. But Benne ignored her as he went around the desk to meet her, while Celsie tried her best not to lose her composure and run out of her seat.
Once he stood behind her seat, he leaned forward so that his head was resting in the crook of her shoulder, and he placed one hand on the side of her neck, under her hair, and moved her hair to one side so that the part of her neck closest to him would be bare, while the other hand went around her waist. Celsie sucked in a breath when his finger brushed her skin in the process.
“We don’t have to do the main thing right now,” Benne suggested with a wink, “How about I use just my fingers to prepare you right now, for later?” He offered, even though he had no intention of doing something like that, or did he? He really didn’t know. He couldn’t trust himself anymore to know what he was capable of or not. He felt like he had become an entirely different person since he met Celsie.
Celsie almost swallowed her tongue when she heard his question, and she felt the spot between her legs throb in response to his question. Her head was screaming no, but her body seemed to be screaming yes.
It was the scent of his cologne. It was overwhelming her senses and confusing her. And the closeness wasn’t helpful either, as his breath was fanning her neck. It made her want to close her eyes and angle her head to the side to give him access to kiss her neck, “Please…” Celsie cried weakly as she gripped the edge of her seat to maintain control of her senses.
“Okay, just tell me something I want to know and I will leave you alone,” Benne said with a small smile, seeing how his closeness was affecting her.
“What?” She asked in a voice that was cracked with emotion.
“What color of undies are you putting on right now? I know it’s probably lace, but what color is it?” Benne whispered, making sure his lips brushed her bare neck.
Celsie bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any sound. All she needed was to tell him what color it was, right? That wasn’t a big deal, “Lilac,” she breathed.
Benne kissed her neck, “Good girl. Why don’t we keep playing around the subject this way until we are ready to get down to the act? Cool right?” He asked as he straightened up and moved away from her desk, much to her relief, putting distance between them.
“See you at lunchtime,” Benne said with a wink before heading for the door.
Bryan had said to build the sexual tension until she was forced to rip off his shirt herself. He wanted that too. He wanted to see her crazy with longing for him. Not a drunk Celsie, but a very clear-headed Miss Miller.
Although he wasn’t exactly following all of Bryan’s guidelines and instructions, he still got some major clues from Bryan which he found very helpful.
Once Celsie was certain that Benne had left, she let herself give in to her weak knees and she collapsed into her seat and raised a hand to her chest where her heart was beating so fast like it was about to explode from her chest. Benne was getting bolder by the day, and she had no idea what was behind this change.
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“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Bryan asked when he walked into the bedroom and found Sonia in the same position that he had left her earlier. The only difference now was that she had finished eating the meal he had served her earlier and had pushed the tray to the side.
“Dressed? But I’m dressed,” Sonia said with a smile that seemed to be hanging on the balance between sweet and confused, as she looked down at her nightgown.
Without saying another word to her, Bryan stalked over to where she was and before she could guess what he was up to, he picked up her jotter and the laptop from beside her, “Now you have five minutes to get dressed,” Bryan said as he walked out of the room carrying the items.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sonia asked, standing up from the bed in a hurry to follow him.
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