Page 44 of Business Casual

“And not just because of how well you did in the morning meeting, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week.”

“Tre…” My voice came out breathily as tried not to want him as badly as I did.

“You wanted me to be honest so I’m being honest,” he said. “The only thing that stopped me from calling was all the prep work I had to do to take my father’s place at the meeting with the banks.”

“I thought we agreed we shouldn’t do this while we’re working together.”

“No, we agreed we wouldn’t sleep together while we’re working together,” he argued.

I bit my bottom lip. “This is true…”

“And don’t get me wrong, I want your body and seeing you around the office makes that worse. The thoughts I have—let me shut up.” He covered his remark with a laugh. “But I want your conversation, too. I like talking to you. There’s something about you, Imani.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and allowed the warmth of his words to envelope me.

“There’s something about you, too,” I told him softly. “Being in the same room with you makes me feel a lot of different ways.”

“All good, I hope.”

“Not all of them are good for the workplace.”

He was quiet for a second. “Is that why you were looking at me like that in the meeting?”

“I don’t know how I was looking at you, but I was impressed by you. I was inspired by you. I was completely enthralled by you. You were amazing in there. Truly.”

“Thank you.”

“But to answer your question, the reason I left was because I… was having a hard time… managing my attraction to you.” I attempted to make the answer as appropriate as possible.

I heard his perplexity in the silence that followed. “Managing your attraction? What do you mean exactly?” he inquired.

“My panties were soaked by the end of your presentation, and I was trying to manage that.”

“What?”

I shook my head. “You heard me.”

“Yeah,” he said slowly. “But I wanted you to say it again.”

We both burst out laughing.

“So yeah,” I continued when the amusement died down. “That’s why I left.”

“There’s a lot I want to say in response to that, but…” His sentence dragged out leaving nothing but sexual tension in its wake.

There was a distinct throb at the apex of my thighs. “But what?”

I internally cursed myself for how needy I sounded.

He exhaled audibly. “I’m trying to honor what we said, but you’re making it hard.”

I licked my lips. “I’m making it hard?”

“Imani…” He said my name like a warning that went straight to my core. He let out a sexy laugh. “You know damn well what you do to me.”

Something about the way he said it sent a chill down my spine and lit a fire between my thighs. Heat spread throughout my body. “What do I do to you?”

“The way you look at me gets my dick hard. Especially when you’re looking up at me.” He let out a low growl. “I start thinking about how you felt when I was inside you, how you sounded when I was hitting your spot, and how you tasted when you came.”

---