Page 68 of Resting Grump Face
From my pocket, I pull the scrunchy that I stole from her desk earlier. It smells like her. I rub my nose against it for a moment, absorbing every molecule that is still clinging to it. She smells like peonies and what will be associated with desperate desire from now on. Because that’s all I am capable of feelingright now. A thick drop of cum drips from my dick when I finally wrap the hairband around it. I wish I still had the little vial of perfume I stole from her, but I used that up days ago under similar circumstances.
For a moment, I imagine Sienna kneeling before me and I know I could explode right then and there. Then I remember that she is actually in the other room, and that thoughts of fucking her delicious mouth are probably not the best idea when trying to shut those cravings down in the first place. Instead, I need something different. A pallet cleanser. I need whatever the opposite of Sienna de la Vega’s perfection is.
With annoyance in my chest, I dig for my phone, activate voice control and tell it to open Pornhub. I click the first video in which the actress in the thumbnail looks nothing like Sienna. With the sound almost turned off, I begin stroking my cock.
My back falls against the door behind me. The woman in the video is doing the usual: blowjob, gagging, doe eyes. She is lifted up, thrown onto a couch and the anonymous stunt cock pounds into her like a jackhammer. I keep staring at it even though my erection said goodbye after the first thirty seconds. I try to will it back somehow because I really need to get rid of this pent-up frustration, this Sienna de la Vega infatuation.
“Fuck,” I finally mutter under my breath and hurl the phone against the wall.
It’s like I am being cucked by my very own cock. He decides for whom he shows up and for whom he doesn’t. And, apparently, fucking porn isn’t good enough for him anymore.
Angry at myself, I punch the wall and pull up my pants. Then I pick up my phone, wash my hands, try to do some breathing exercises, and eventually go back to my desk, where Sienna is already waiting for me. Well, she’s not waiting, she’s working. At her own desk. As if we didn’t justalmostfuck all over this office.
Maybe I was misreading her. Maybe she doesn’t feel the same things I do.
She doesn’t acknowledge me in the slightest, but I notice she buttoned up her shirt while I was gone.
“I need you to tell Barb to get me a new phone,” I grunt more than anything, annoyance growing in my chest.
“The hell I will,” Sienna responds with little emotion. “I am not your personal slave whom you can just push around.”
God, I hate her rebellious side. It just makes me want her more.
Another grumble forces its way through my throat before I pick up the landline and call upstairs. “I need a new phone,” I instruct when someone answers. “And send Bruce down here. Now.”
Sienna ruffles her hair, and peonies appear before my eyes again. Maybe I should buy her some. Maybe I should buy her an entire farm of peonies. Maybe she doesn’t even like peonies. Then I should buy her two.
“Your brother Bruce?” she inquires, still serene as a spa day, once I hang up.
The only way for me to keep myself from going crazy at that moment is to ignore her question. I wait to speak until Bruce finally shows up a little later.
“Bruce, this is Sienna. Sienna, Bruce, yes, my brother.” I put on my jacket, grab my briefcase, and leave the mess on my desk to itself. Then I reach around Bruce, lead him away from Sienna, and towards the elevator. “I need you to take care of her for a day or two. I am going to be too busy. She’s the?—”
“PR girl,” he says. “Everyone knows.”
“Right.” I push the button. “Can you do that for me?”
“You’ll owe me.”
“Fine, whatever. Just be nice, alright?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I ignore his question and step into the elevator. Sienna is standing right behind us and I assume she probably heard everything I just told him.
It doesn’t matter.
I have to get out of here.
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SIENNA
Ryker disappears as fast as my heart is beating.
And it’s probably for the best.
It’s been twenty minutes since our legs touched, since I could feel him against me, and I am still on fire. I almost lost control and I don’t even want to think about what would have happened then. I am so close to making it to my first paycheck.
