Page 111 of See Me

INSUBORDINATION

I punchthe keys trying to login to my new website for the third time. I haven’t had a chance to look at it yet and I need a distraction. Even bending Ella over the terrace railing and hearing her screams bounce off the building across the street last night hasn’t quelled my rage at Enzo. But damn does my girl get off on the thought of people seeing her get railed.

My cock thickens behind my zipper just thinking about it. She was working on lesson plans this morning when I left for the gym and, even though I had just had her a few hours before, I was tempted to lay her out on the dining room table and have her for breakfast. I didn’t, though. She probably would’ve taken my head off if I messed up her fancy pens all laid out in front ofher all color coded and organized. She gets a gleam in her eyes from office supplies that I can’t compete with.

I realize I’m sitting in my office smiling, with a hard-on, and shake my head to clear the lusty haze thoughts of her always cause. I look down at the paper with my passwords again and realize I was punching in the one for the banking by mistake. The password for the website is…

PrincessNancy!

Fucking Benny.

I punch the keys hard enough to make the keyboard scoot across the desk. I finally get it right and start scrolling. It looks okay, I guess. I don’t know what a bad website looks like, much less a good one. It has pictures of the inside of the bar and several of the specialty foods Omar makes that I’m assuming Jace took. There’s a link for online ordering, our hours of operation, happy hour specials, our seasonal drinks, all of it. They thought of everything.

The thought of Enzo, Ella, Jace, and Benny going through all the trouble of designing this and putting it together eases some of the tension in my shoulders. I didn’t realize how much I missed having people in my corner. Not that Enzo and Benny weren’t always in my corner, but I didn’t allow myself to see it. Or accept it.

Not to sound all girly or anything, but it feels nice to know people care about me. That no matter the mistakes I’ve made, they’re still here. They always have been and I just pushed them away, too stubborn to see I had people to lean on.

I snap out of my thoughts before I end up in a suffer spiral. Pleased with the website, I exit and open the ordering spreadsheets. I have to admit this is much more efficient and organized, though I may keep the scowl in place so no one realizes I’m actually willing to bend and change. I don’t need anyone to get a glimpse of nonchalant Luca. I’m still trying to bury himand Ella makes that more and more difficult. She came in all homeless and estranged from her family and still managed to just pick up and move on.

I’m all hard edges and rage and she’s all flowy and fiery. Like, if she walked outside all the flowers would turn to face her and beam at her warm light. I flock to her like a moth to a flame, or more like a demon drawn to her fire. Either way, she steps into the room and I’m powerless. I even put on a stupid hat last night just to see her smile.

I hear the back door open and slam shut and a shiver runs down my back. She’s here. I can feel her.

She peeks her head through the crack in the door, her brow quirking. “How are you?”

I smile. “Hey. Just acclimating to this new ordering system.”

She enters the room and sets her bag and purse on the chair. I drink her in, head to toe. Even in jeans and t-shirt, she has my cock hard. Her hair up in a messy pile on top of her head and those fuck hot high heels she always wears, I want to slam the door and fuck the shit out of her up against it.

She comes around the desk and perches herself on the edge. “You know Enzo comes back today.”

My fist crumples the sticky note in my hand and my shoulders bunch up. “He should stay away if he knows what’s good for him.”

She drops off the desk to come around behind me, kneading my tense shoulders, my head tipping down toward my chest.

“Relax.” She digs her thumbs in on either side of my spine and I groan at the pressure. “Enzo might play the dumbass, but we both know he isn’t actually that dumb.”

“He very simply isthatdumb. He got drunk and let her get married.Married.”

“Right. But if he loves Evie as much as you do, and Iassume you know he does, he wouldn’t let her get married if he thought it was going to ruin her life. He wouldn't allow that any more than you would.”

“He was wearing a flower crown in one of those pictures, Ella. He was clearly hammered; he wasn’t thinking straight.”

“And you don’t think he would wear one stone-cold sober? Because I kinda think he would.” She rests her head on my shoulder and tries to hold back a giggle. “He photoshopped himself on a moose because he had a date with a girl from Canada. He probably bought the crown himself.” The pressure from her hands eases and she wraps her hands around my neck and strokes them down my chest. “Why don’t we just wait and let him explain before you tear his head from his body?”

“Oh, I’ll let him explain. With my hands around his throat giving him just enough air to speak.”

Ella comes around to sit back on the desk but slides over in front of me, feet resting on the chair on either side of my legs. “I think you need to release some of this anger before someone gets hurt.”

I grip her ankles, sliding my hands up her calves, grabbing her behind the knees and pulling her to the edge of the desk. “I think I should talk to the boss about making miniskirts a part of the uniform requirement.”

“Hmm, he has been pretty flexible on company policy lately. Do you think he would fire me if I got caught giving a blowjob in the office?”

“He has a very strict no fucking staff policy. Better not risk it.”

She puts a high heel clad foot in the middle of my chest and pushes, forcing the chair backward. My cock throbs to be released and watching her kneel between my legs has me damn near ready to blow and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

“I better hide under the desk so we don’t get caught, then.”She scoots herself back into the shadows under the desk and reaches out to pull the chair closer. Her hands run up my thighs and brush against my aching dick as she unbuttons my pants.

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