Page 50 of Brassy Bigwig

“What?”

“That smile I’ve been missing.”

I love watching her cheeks flush when she gets bashful.

“Anytime I had a bad day, and believe me there were a lot, I would picture that smile, and it would ease my stress in an instant.”

I’ll leave out the fact that I would picture her staring up at me through her thick lashes while she sucked my cock when I needed to rub one off.

She swallows nervously then.

“Your eyes are very telling, D.”

“What are they telling you?” I solicit.

She takes a sip of her water, as though her mouth is too dry to speak.

“They’re telling me I should finish my lunch back at my desk.”

As she reaches for her food, I place my hand on hers.

“Wait, please don’t go. I’m sorry. I can’t help the thoughts that pop into my head when I’m around you.”

She looks down and takes a moment before she responds.

“I—I know what you mean.”

When she looks up at me again, I can see the lust swirling around in her gaze. My cock hardens, and I have to fight every instinct in my body not to shut and lock my office door. Clearing my throat, I check my watch. We still have a little more time to talk before the staff meeting at one.

“So how did the rest of your weekend go?” I seek.

She laughs slightly before responding.

“Well, when I finally made it home on Saturday, Shelby was awake and waiting for details of our sleepover.”

“I can imagine how happy she was. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting her to try to keep you from leaving with me. In Greece she seemed gung-ho about you having a good time.”

“She’s just protective of me. She has been ever since we met in middle school. She was one of the most popular girls in our class. When a few other girls started picking on me, she stood up for me. She ended up getting suspended for cutting one of the girls’ braids off. It was then I realized it would be safer to stay on her good side,” she giggles. “No, I’m joking. She just… as ditsy as she seems, she really is a smart, compassionate person.”

“Wait, you’re joking about the braid?” I inquire.

“Oh, no. That actually happened. I meant me being friends with her to stay on her good side.”

“Got it,” I laugh. “Hopefully, I can find my way back into her good graces.”

“Well, once I got home, I told her what happened in the bathroom and that you were the one to put a stop to it. I also told her an abbreviated account of what we talked about Saturday morning. I don’t think you have too much to worry about anymore.”

“Does that mean another sleepover is in order soon?”

Her face drops slightly at my question.

“You don’t have to answer that. I was half joking anyway.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I remember what you told me the other morning. About the part of me I’m afraid to embrace.”

“What about her?”

I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but I want her to realize she can be both. She can have it both ways with me. The sweet and meek as well as the sultry and seductive parts of her.

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