Page 47 of Casita Casanova
Now he’s done it. Maryn’s going to rip him a new one for that—
“She is. Thank you.”
The fuck?My smile falls.
He stares at her a bit too long, so I move my fingertips over the touchpad and clickplayon the stupid welcome video.
Greg catches my gaze and I hope he can feel the warning in my eyes.
He stands and moves back to his side of the desk. While he focuses on the computer facing him, I focus on Maryn.
Gotta say, I have the better view.
Aside from barking an order at me when we reached the brewery, making me stay outside while she entered before me so we didn’t show up to work together, she hasn’t said a word to me since we left her kitchen. But let’s be honest, she saidplentythis morning.
And now, thanks to accidentally eavesdropping, I know I’m not alone in this instantaneous attraction I feel toward her.
She feels it, too.
So much so, in fact, that she called her friend to talk about me.
And my big, long,girthycock.
I stroke my beard and try to cover the smile pulling at my lips. I know I’m a smug asshole, but this feels a little like vindication. She made me leave her house before we’d even finished dinner last night and I had to spend the night wanking. So, yes, I do hope she suffered a little bit too.
I watch her profile as she watches theWelcome to the Fast Lane Team!video playing on the computer monitor in front of us. If she’s as flustered as I think she is, did she spend the night wanking too?
Jesus.
There’s an image for the spank bank.
The picture my mind conjures up is brutal and these jeans are too fucking tight to imagine Maryn fingering herself to fantasies of me in her head.
I shift in my seat to relieve some of the pressure in my pants, maneuvering so I can rest my knee against her thigh.
Her chest rises and falls on a heavy breath, but she doesn’t acknowledge me, just stares ahead, pretending to be focused on the cheesy video.
Maryn loves pretending.
Pretending she doesn’t want me.
Pretending we don’t know one another.
But that’s fine. We can pretend we’re complete strangers while we’re at work—though I am tempted to piss on her leg in front of Greg here, just to mark my territory—but our bodies don’tfeelunacquainted at all. There’s a familiar pull between us.
And, since I am who I am, I’m going to exploit that pull any chance I get.
I raise my eyes and check the corners of the room for cameras, but don’t spot any. Greg remains focused on his own computer screen and, thankfully, not on us. I slide my palms down the length of my thighs, then slip my left hand onto her leg, giving her a little squeeze above her knee.
Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t react more than that.
I lick my lips, smirking as I focus on her profile, then inch my hand up further.
Maryn runs her tongue over her teeth.
I inch my hand up more, testing her.
She licks her lips. Swallows hard.
