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And just like that, my cock twitches.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she shoots back.“I’m only here because you have Wi-Fi and AC, and I need to work.”
“There’s my desk.”I head towards it and move my papers and laptop out of the way.“Take as long as you want.”
“I won’t need it for too long.I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”
“I like having you in my hair.”I waggle my brows.She looks away hastily.Because she’s feeling something.
“What’s the password?”She opens her laptop.
I walk up behind her, and lean over her, my arms bracketing her on either side, my cheek almost pressed against hers as I slowly start to type.I feel the warmth of her skin, even without touching her.I smell the fresh fruity smell of her shampoo.Or maybe it’s her shower gel.An image of her lathering herself all over under the shower circles around my addled brain, and it’s no wonder I mess up my password.It takes me three tries to get it right.
“Just write it down,” she protests, albeit weakly, shifting in the seat.
“It’s Knightalwayswins,” I say, as casually as I can, while the blood in my body shoots south, rendering my brain ineffective.
“Y-you should have just written i-it down.”
“It’s a combination of numbers and letters.”I’ve finished typing, but I can’t bring myself to move away.
“Knight always wins.Seriously?”she cries, but her protest, like her laugh, feels a little forced.
I slowly straighten and move away.“It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
She says nothing, but whips out her folders and documents, and sets to work.I leave her to it, but first I grab a cold bottle of water out of the mini-fridge and place it next to her.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her eyes flitting from her document to the screen.She types fast, her fingers flying across the keyboard, and I watch as I move away.Raquel sitting at my desk, in my hotel room, feels soothing, feels right.
She belongs here.
I wish our interactions weren’t only about work.I wish we could move on to other things, more important things.
Usthings.
The things she’s denying.
I leave her to it, before she looks up and thinks I’m a freak, watching her, so I decide to have a shower.I was fresh and cool when I left here, but after being in her hotel room, I’m disgustingly sweaty again, despite the AC in my room cooling me down.
I need a shower, like I need air to breathe.I’m all coiled up with need, hard as steel, and I need to take care of it.
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RAQUEL
It’s cool in here.The AC is working perfectly.I have Wi-Fi, but I still can’t concentrate.
Despite the cool temperature, there is so much heat around me, in the space Rio left.My body vibrates and hums with need, and now that I’m feeling cooler, now that I’m not melting, I realize that this was a bad mistake.
Terrible.
Catastrophic.
I can’t concentrate because all I can think of ishim.
It felt like forever when he typed in the Wi-Fi password, and then he hovered around, watching me.I could have won an Oscar with the acting I did, pretending to type, pretending to get on with my work.
I was typing gibberish and my thoughts were all over the place, but then he left, and I was relieved.I hear the sprinkling of water and wonder why he needs to have a shower now of all times.This leads to a different kind of frustration.One which has me pressing my thighs together hard.And then, naturally, it lands; the thought and the image of Rio in the shower, butt naked, only a few feet away from me.
