Page 18 of Dating A Fae
He walks around my desk and tugs me to my feet. “When was the last time you stretched?”
“This morning.” I’d hardly moved from my chair all day.
“That’s not good for you. Come on. We’ll take a lap around the office, and then we’ll eat.”
Milton takes my hand and guides me to the door. No one’s around, not even Greg. No, he left hours ago leaving me to figure out the mess he left.
“What has your pretty mouth in a frown?”
I sigh and try to describe the problem. “Too many discrepancies in the books I’m working on. Books Greg usually does. I don’t know if these are fake or he’s trying to tell me something. Like, he’s embezzling from our clients? I… don’t know what to do here.”
Milton’s thumb rubs over mine. “If you want, I can use a bit of fae magic to find the truth of the matter. If you think it’d help? We always deal in truths and lies. It’ll be easy enough.”
“Maybe? But I think I want to figure it out first.” There’s always a thrill when I can.
“Just let me know if you change your mind.” Milton stops me in the middle of the hallway. The navy walls absorb all light, making the space a bit dark and sinister. I never noticed until now. “High knees, let’s get the blood going.”
I lift my brow. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“These slacks aren’t made for that kind of activity.”
“You could take them off.” Milton shrugs as if it’s the most obvious answer.
To surprise him, I work my belt open. His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t stop me. My heart pounds. What. Am. I. Doing?
I stop and thread my fingers through my hair. Fuck. I want Milton’s hands on me, working out any kinks from sitting so long. Instead, I let the belt hang in the loops and perform the exercise requested of me. I twist and smack the knee with the opposite hand. He watches as I continue at a steady pace until my heart pounds from exertion not horniness.
My breathing’s heavy, my desire building. Sweat beads on my forehead.
“You can stop now.” Milton’s voice is strained. His cock tents the front of his pants. He moves to adjust himself, but I stop his hand and lean in.
“No one’s in the office,” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
I lick my lips. The hallway is narrow, but we fit. “I think about you all the time. Can I—”
Something loud screeches from Milton’s wrist, and I stumble backwards. His eyes widen again. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I have to go. The portal.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Milton nods once, grabs my hand, and in seconds we’re in a room I’ve never seen.
“I can only do that—” He stops to breathe heavily. “When the portal’s in danger.”
I nod. The room’s shrouded in light so bright I have to squint. To my eye the room looks empty.
“Shit,” Milton mutters under his breath. “Can I use your energy?”
I hold out my hand. “Whatever you need.”
Crackling comes from somewhere, the light flashes and the air whooshes from the room. I gasp to catch my breath but nothing comes. I drop to my knees, overwhelmed by all the sensations.
Milton takes my hand, hoisting me to my feet. “Brace yourself.”
Another flash of light pops before it fades, leaving what appears to be a reflective pond in the floor of the room. The water ripples over the surface.
