Page 50 of Breaking All The Rules

My fingers tapped against the keyboard in front of me as I struggled to think about how to ask her. Everything sounded lame and pathetic in my head. I was a fucking lawyer who had graduated at the top of my class, yet I couldn’t figure out how to ask the girl I loved if she had plans tonight.

I moved the mouse around until a new chat box was opened on my desktop.

Me: Hey, what’s happening tonight?

I stared at the words on the screen and rolled my eyes. What was I? Seventeen? I pressed the arrow to delete the string of text and then tried again.

Me: Any big plans for the night?

Yeah, like that was any better. Another long press of the arrow to get rid of the pitiful words in front of me.

Me: Hey

Without realizing it, I hit the enter key with my wrist and sent the message. I lowered my head and felt the heat of her gaze as I looked up and found her looking into my office from her desk.

Eva: Hey

Well, at least this was a start—an awkward one, but one nonetheless.

Me: Sorry, I accidentally hit send before I finished typing.

Eva: No worries. Did you need something?

Yeah, a fucking brain CT or scan or whatever they do to see if you’re crazy. I had felt off all day and couldn’t figure out why. Last night with Eva had been incredible. Yet I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

Me: No, thank you.

She turned to look at me with a puzzled look on her face after she read the message.

Don’t worry, Eva, I’m as fucked up right now as I sound.

I blamed her wet pussy that had been wrapped around my cock so many times last night, it must’ve somehow sucked all of my intelligence out with each orgasm she pulled from me.

I put my head down between my hands and tried to figure out what I was doing. Maybe I needed carbs? I had skipped breakfast this morning in an effort to run by my place to shower and change clothes, which made me later than I wanted to be.

“Hey, are you alright?” she asked softly as she leaned against the door frame.

I lifted my head and looked at her. She stood there looking fucking gorgeous with her long, black hair in loose curls that laid perfectly over the crimson red sleeveless blouse she was wearing. It was tucked into a tight black skirt that showed off the curves I had taken my time tracing with my tongue last night.

I swallowed hard, trying to use whatever mental power I had left to force my dick down. Now wasn’t the time or place for this.I had a lot I needed to get done, and fucking her in my office wasn’t on my list. Even though it should have been.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just a little out of sorts this morning,” I mumbled and ran a hand over the coarse hair on my jaw. Was it still morning? Who even knew what time it was at this point?

“Did you eat breakfast?” Her brows pulled together in concern. “I can make you some—”

“Please don’t say toast.” I scrunched my face and laughed.

She pretended to be hurt as she pouted and folded her arms over her perfect tits, pinning me with a look.

“Fine. I can order breakfast from somewhere. What do you want?”

“You don’t have to order food for me. Besides, isn’t that Kate’s job?”

“Kate is in Regina’s office. She’s been there all morning.” She leaned back slightly and looked down the hall to make sure she wasn’t at her desk. “I don’t know when she’ll be back.”

“What’s that about?” I asked out loud, even though I hadn’t expected her to know.

“I have no idea. Kate seemed a little off this morning. Kind of distant with me. Who knows?” She shrugged and scrunched her nose. “So, what do you want for breakfast? Or would you rather wait, and I’ll order us lunch?”

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