Page 78 of Rhet

ZEETA

I shouldn’t feel this excited, but lord I wanted him the moment he walked in.

I have him grab the box of Christmas lights. When I walk down the hall, I turn into the kitchen then I take a step towards the garage door. I open the door and switch on the light.

“Be careful. There are three steps here.” I walk down, but I don’t look back because I know what’s coming as the door closes behind us.

“You can put box over there on the shelf.” I point to the shelf across the room. I place my box on the worktable.

He drops the box on the floor hard and steps over it.

“Rhet, there are ornaments and lights in there,” I argue.

“Why the hell did you leave when I told you to stay?” He backs me up slowly against my father’s worktable. I want to sink my face into his neck. He smells like the rich scents of tobacco and bergamot. I swallow, trying to keep my cool. “Firstly, I’m not a dog. I don’t stay because you say so,” I swallow and lift my chin.

“No, you just like to stay in position while I finger your wet pussy.” He nods.

This man wants to rearrange my guts and I am here for it. However, I can’t. He places his hands on either side of me on the worktable.

“I’m sorry, but you said this is only sex. I think we should keep this professional. So, I left.” I fold my arms under my chest.

“So, the main reason you didn’t want to fuck me is because I don’t like relationships. Is that the problem?” He sounds exasperated, his jaw clenches as he stares at me.

Of course, it’s a problem and in the future, it would be a bigger problem, but I wasn’t going to tell him that now.

“I have a question for you, Zeeta?” He dips his head, bringing it lower to mine.

“What, Rhet?” I’m trying to sound as nonchalant as possible but it’s not working out.

“Did you sleep well last night? Or did you think about my fingers in your sopping pussy?”

“I slept like a baby,” I reply cheerfully.

“You’re a fucking liar. Look me in my eyes and say that you slept well.” He pushes his face a little closer to mine.

I stare into those pools of deep blue, and I can’t lie to him, so I kept silent. I re-fold my arms trying to create space between us.

He snickers. “Neither could I. In fact, it was the most miserable sleep I’ve had in decades. Do you know why?”

I shift, starting to feel trapped under his gaze. He presses his body into mine and places his mouth near my ear to whisper, “Because I wanted to sink deep into you. I wanted you screaming my name on my bed, while I took you from behind.”

I swallow. How is it possible to be horny as hell and he has yet to touch me?

“Did you dream of me last night, Zee? Did you dream of me licking your clit? Did you drag your fingers in my hair as I made you scream?” His voice has a deep rich timber.

“No,” I reply flatly, I drop my arms.

“I did. I dreamt of you last night. I dreamt of fucking the shit out of you on my office table and on my car hood. And now I’m fucking miserable.”

I can feel his body vibrating even though he wasn’t touching mine.

“I’m sorry, Rhet.”

He pulls back. “You’re sorry? How are you going to fix it?”

“I don’t know?” I counter in a calm demeanor.

I do know but I shouldn’t go against my better judgement. This is a bad idea. It can all blow up in my face. I have a job to do, and this isn’t part of it. However, with him this close I don’t have a rational thought in sight. I try to observe other things in the garage. Like the oil stain near where my old car is parked. The bags of fertilizer that have never been used.

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