(Arata)
Tensed and exhilarated, I watched Karsten walk off, leaving extrely agitated. The ache between my legs grew and it was not only because of my period.
My body had instinctively reacted to him, although, as promised, he didn’t even touch . Clutching my wig I adjusted it on my head, I had it perfectly settled but my frustration grew.
"Ugggh!" I knew I had to seek Twisted Rider again. Picking up the hem of the blanket I covered my face so Karsten wouldn’t see my embarrassed face and pretended to sleep. I was by no ans ready to face him for the night.
He took his sweet ti in the bathroom before erging. I heard the bathroom door click open and the drumming of my heart picked up its pace.
The swishing sound of a towel being rubbed against his hair made my ears prick, but his feet made no sound against the floor; he had the grace of a leopard.
The fresh marine notes mingled with the scent of rain invigorated my senses. This one was slightly different from his usual cologne, it seed like it was his washing gel.
The scent fully invaded my senses, aning he was near. The pillow near was picked up with a swishing sound and I knew he was moving away to sleep on the couch.
Did he have an extra blanket?
I peeked out, removing the blanket a notch so my right eye could see him and my heart missed so many beats.
The damp hair fell all over his forehead and eyes like the blackened tendrils.
He had no shirt on; only the rolled-up towel rested on his extrely broad shoulders while his torso was left to be feasted on. Not that I minded but my insides clenched even more especially my leaking womanhood, making extrely uneasy.
Damn! Why did he have to be so fine?
The grey sweats rested loosely against his tapered waist, giving a side view of that V. His head was leaning back on the couch exposing his large Adam’s apple with his hands behind his head, flexing his corded arms. His eyes remained closed and his legs parted.
His expressions seed a tad pained. What was he thinking?
Was he disappointed with the stupid moans I had let out?
The sheer dark liquid intensity in his eyes as he stared down at while jerking the head board seed to have said otherwise.
My mind wandered to how it would feel to just straddle him in this position. Naughty thoughts erupted in my brain making my body heat up under the blanket.
’No, Arata. Bad, Arata. He is your boss.’ I had to chide myself. This was already going to complicate my relationship with him in the office and I would have to act extrely professional.
His eyes suddenly popped open, and before I could cover my face with the blanket again, they found spying like the Peeping Tom.
Rotten luck.
Aiiyeee!
"Enjoying the show, Arata?" He shalessly asked without even blinking, leaving tattered.
A subtle tugging I saw on the corners of his lips.
A challenge?
"Ummm...no, I was just wondering... if you had a spare blanket or quilt," I stamred more than I should have.
His head dipped to the other side so he could look at more clearly.
"I don’t...will have to be cold all night." Another hint of tease.
Was my boss trying to flirt with ? Or was it just part of his act?
Testing as usual because he loved doing that and enjoyed the multiple shades of mortification on my face.
I knew he would never touch without my consent, he had made that perfectly clear through his actions. I couldn’t let him be cold all night.
"We can share..." I quietly offered and that teasing smile widened. I knew another tease was coming.
"Are you sure? Maybe you are cold and are seeking warmth?" He didn’t disappoint, pulling away so of the wandering strands from his forehead.
"Only offering the blanket, Mr Karsten. Don’t be like the ones who take the whole hand when a finger is offered," I slamd back with a shake of my head and he didn’t lose that smirk.
"Hand is always better than the finger. It’s soft." He stood up, towering and prowled towards .
Unable to take my eyes off him, I kept staring while he climbed in the bed beside . His weight dipped the bed and sheets wrinkled as he picked up the blanket and covered himself.
Intoxicating and mouthwatering, the fragrance exuding from him overwheld . My heart ached from trying to resist taking in deep gulps and filing my lungs with his freshness.
He should have ntioned this in the contract, that resisting him will be an uphill task. It took everything in to not nudge my body towards him and seek that warmth he exuded.
’Control, Arata. He is your boss.’ I reminded myself and shut my eyes tight so I wouldn’t have to look at him. But his heat and scent mingled into this concoction of intoxication that had my body sweating, heating up like a pan on fire.
God, help . Let this night pass. I wasn’t sure how I was going to sleep in his proximity.
"My arm is more comfortable than the pillow. I won’t do anything," he suddenly offered as if we were true lovers and he was a teddy bear I needed to sleep hugging.
Maybe he was a mind reader too?
The man was far from a teddy bear though. He was more like a muscled warm moody being with mood swings which will put a pregnant woman to sha.
I watched him from the corner of my eyes and his expectant gaze was fixed on .
One night won’t bring any harm. Right?
It was just using his arm like a pillow.
I scooted towards him and gingerly placed my head on his arm, keeping a slight distance so I wasn’t touching his smouldering body.
"This won’t change anything, Arata. It’s just for tonight, so you can feel at ease. It ans nothing," he quietly said. I knew it was just a pretence, but still, there was a tinge of ache in my heart.
"I know, don’t worry."
Slowly I answered before closing my eyes and letting the scent of his aftershave engulf .
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