Page 7 of Breaking All The Rules

I had to force myself to focus on my plate and not on the sounds she was making as she ate. The little whimpers paired with her closed eyes as she savored each bite were pure torture. When she held the breadstick to her mouth and licked her lips before parting them to take a bite, I nearly lost it.

My dick pressed against the fabric of my trousers as I tried desperately to think of anything other than her mouth wrapped around my cock the way it was with that breadstick. I quickly finished the last few bites before chugging my iced tea while I worked on getting my hard-on to disappear. I turned my attention to the window while my mind tried to shift to work-related topics while she finished her breadstick. Finally, a few minutes later, I heard her toss her disposable fork into the empty container and close it.

“Thanks for inviting me over for lunch,” she said as she started to get up. “I should get back to my office so you can get back to work.”

“You don’t have to rush off, Eva. Believe it or not, we give employees a full hour for their lunch. Not the thirteen minutes it took for you to eat.”

It felt odd to think about what most people did with a full-hour lunch break when I couldn’t remember the last time I had stopped for more than ten minutes to eat. I did not stop to take breaks; there was always too much to get done. But I didn’t wantto scare her off right away and have her think that she had to be as obsessed with work as I was.

“I don’t want to keep you from what you need to do,” she countered, still hovering above her chair. The angle at which she was standing allowed her shirt to dip in the front, giving me the perfect view of her full breasts that were desperately trying to bust out of the white lace bra she was wearing. The same ones I had fondled in the closet before sucking her nipples.

“It’s fine,” I said with a little more aggression than I had intended. “Sit.”

Shit. I wasn’t trying to scare her or bully her into spending time with me. But she left me a flustered mess, and I was struggling to get non-sexual thoughts out at this point.

She tilted her head and looked at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. I leaned back in the padded chair and folded my hands over my stomach as I watched her sit down and cross her legs under the table. I had to play it cool, even if I was anything but right now.

“So, how are you feeling about your first day so far?” I asked, hoping the conversation would be what I needed to get my mind off of her.

“It’s been good. I’m just trying to get a feel for everything. Figure out my role and what is expected of me.” Her voice trailed off with a thought that she didn’t say out loud.

I blew out a breath, knowing that she was still thinking about the night at the club as much as I had been. It was impossible to pretend that it hadn’t happened, but it seemed to be weighing on her mind as much as it had been on mine.

“I’m happy to have Regina come by and go into more detail about your role and what our expectations are for you if you’d like.” It was such a bullshit answer that made me sound like a total dick, but that was all I had right now.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” She folded her arms over her chest and continued to glare at me.

I swallowed hard, knowing full well I had met my match. Never in my life had I ever had a woman who held her own against me, especially at work.

I worked my jaw back and forth, uncomfortable with having to have this discussion. This was the main reason that I didn’t bother with relationships. People start to have feelings, and then they expect you to talk about them. I stayed quiet for a few minutes while I tried to think of the easiest way to handle this conversation with the least amount of damage.

“Do you want me to quit?” Her tone was sharp, matching the look she was giving me.

I pulled my head back in surprise. Okay, that felt like it came out of left field.

“Why would I want that?”

One of the first things I learned in law school was that if you wanted to stall and get a feel for what the other person was thinking—answer their question with a question of your own. But I could already tell that Eva wasn’t some girl who just barely passed law school, nor was she impressed with what I just did.

“Because it’s weird and awkward between us. We had a quickie in the linen closet of a club, and now I work for you.” She threw her hands up in the air. “I mean, it’s not like we knew each other when it happened, but it feels weird to work for someone who’s heard the noises I make when I come.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to try to keep from laughing. She was cute when she was angry. I rubbed my lips together in an effort to keep from smiling before I responded.

“No, Eva, you don’t need to quit. While we may know each other intimately, I expect that we can be professional and keep our personal feelings separate from work.”

I hated myself for saying it as I watched the hurt flash across her face before it returned to a stoic expression. That wasn’t how I felt about the situation at all, but I knew that it was the only way that we could work together and not let feelings get in the way. What I really wanted was to close the damn door and fuck her against the window while she admired the view of the city.

“Perfect,” she said tightly. “Well, I better get back to my office. I’m sure my break is close to over.” She stood up and pushed the chair under the table before collecting her trash and throwing it in the bin by the door. “Thank you again for asking me to join you for lunch. It was... enlightening.”

She turned and walked away, leaving me and my blue balls alone in my office with the words I already regretted saying. That didn’t quite go as I had hoped.

Four

Eva

“Your new boss is the sexy guy you fucked in the club?!” Brittany shrieked on the other end of the phone. I pulled my head away slightly, still balancing it between my shoulder and ear as I leaned over to paint my toenails.

“Yup. That’s him,” I said, putting the phone on speakerphone so I could finish painting the rest of my nails without having to try to balance it.

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