Page 5 of My Hottest Obsession

“That’s okay. I brought my lunch.”

I’m not surprised that she turned me down. I ask her out to lunch at least once a week, and she never takes me up on the offer. Even though I’m not surprised, I can’t help but be disappointed.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. Something has to change because my plan of taking things slow and letting her warm up to me doesn’t seem to be working at all. I need to come up with a new plan, something to shake things up and win Goldie over.

“Do you need anything else, Boss Man?” She asks me, and I clear my throat.

“No, let’s get to work.”

I head into my office and try to focus on work, but my eyes keep straying to the glass that separates me from Goldie. She looks so beautiful today. She’s always dressed up in bright colors and cool patterns. Today, she’s in a black and white polka dot blouse and a tight pink skirt with a ruffle on the edge. The skirt ends two inches above her knees and has my cock hardening.

I love that skirt. I love it anytime she wears a skirt or dress. Every dirty dream that I have about Goldie, every single fantasy, she’s always wearing one of her skirts. They hug her curves perfectly.

I wonder what it would be like to call her into my office and tug that pink skirt up over her thick thighs until it’s bunched up around her waist. What color panties is she wearing? Pink? White? Red? Are they lace or cotton? Probably lace. Goldie likes pretty things like that.

I imagine that they’re lace and soaked through for me. I’d push her down until she was laying over my desk, and then I’d peel those panties down her legs and spread her legs further apart. If she was wearing those black high heels, she’d be the perfect height for me to lean forward and bury my face in her sweet pussy.

I bet she tastes like cherries. Cherries and vanilla.

My phone rings, and I blink, coming out of my fantasy. Goldie is busy typing something at her desk, and I clear my throat before I answer the call and try to focus on work.

I barely make it through the next three hours, and then it’s time for me to head up to Theo’s office for our weekly lunch.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to go grab lunch with me?” I ask her again, and she shakes her head.

“Have fun. Tell the guys that I said hi.”

“Will do.”

I step into the elevator and head up two floors to Theo’s offices. He’s a lawyer, the best in Los Angeles. He was my college roommate, and we had bonded over eating cheap ramen and macaroni and cheese every day.

Levi lived across the hall from us. The three of us couldn’t be more different, but we became close, and we’ve been best friends ever since.

Theo’s floor is quiet as I step off of the elevator, and I pass by a few cubicles with junior lawyers and paralegals busy at work. I walk past all of them and down a short hallway to Theo’s office.

He runs this place, started it right after he finished law school, and grew it from a tiny office in downtown Los Angeles to the top floor of our building.

“Hey, Clara,” I greet his assistant.

“Hey, Adrien! How’s it going?”

“Pretty good. How’s work been so far?”

“Good,” she says with a wide smirk, and I wonder what’s happened.

“Levi and Bossy are already in there. You can go ahead,” Clara says, waving me past her as two delivery men walk up behind me.

I head into Theo’s office. His is set up similarly to mine, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown. There’s a glass window separating Clara’s desk from his office. His office is the biggest, probably because he doesn’t have as many conference rooms in the main office. We usually have our weekly lunches in his office because there’s more room, plus more entertainment.

“What did you order for lunch?” I ask Theo as I take a seat in a chair across from his desk.

“I don’t know. I put Clara in charge of it.”

“I ordered tacos,” Clara says as she comes in carrying some brown paper bags.

“Seriously?” Theo growls, and she nods.

“Who doesn’t love tacos?”

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