I couldn’t move nor speak. The way he looked at me made my stomach wrench in a certain way I didn't understand.
“Uh… I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my face. My hands gripped the files I was holding tighter, but they felt so slippery like they might fall any second. He pushed back his chair slowly, standing up. He was taller than I remembered and his suit fitted him perfectly like it was tailored ready made just for him. “And who are you?” he asked, his deep voice sounding smooth and sexy. His eyes were on mine, harsh but somehow soft at the same time. “I… I work here,” I said, almost in a whisper. My voice barely sounded like my own. He raised an eyebrow, stepping around the desk, and coming closer. “I can see that. But what do you do? What’s your position in the company?” “I’m a… I work in the marketing department,” I replied, wishing my voice didn’t shake so much. “Mr. Lawrence asked me to bring these files to you.” He stopped just a few steps away from me, tilting his head slightly. “So, you’re?” he said as if trying to place my name in his head. “Tracy Bennett, Sir,” I answered, feeling so timid under his gaze. He smiled then, and it wasn’t the kind of smile you see every day. It was the kind that could make you forget everything else around you. “Sir? Let’s skip the formalities. Call me Nick.” Nick. So that was his name. “Alright, Mr.—uh, Nick,” I stuttered, wishing he could just take a few steps back. “Good,” he said, moving even closer. He reached out, taking the files from my hand. His fingers brushed mine lightly, and I felt a jolt that sent shudders through me. “You’re nervous,” he observed, his eyes narrowing just a bit, but his tone wasn’t unkind. “Why?” “I’m not nervous,” I said too quickly. He chuckled softly, setting the files on his desk. “You’re a terrible liar, Tracy.” My heart skipped at the way he said my name like it was something special. He leaned on the desk casually, crossing his arms. “So, how long have you been working here?” “Um, almost three years,” I replied, trying not to notice how close he was now. “Three years,” he repeated like he was thinking it over. “And do you like it here?” I hesitated, unsure how to answer. “I guess so. It’s… it’s a good job.” “You guess?” he said, a smile was growing on his face. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” “It’s not that,” I said quickly. “I mean, I like it. It’s just been… a lot lately.” “A lot?” he repeated, leaning in slightly. “Care to share?” “No, never mind,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling like I’d said too much. Nick didn’t press further. Instead, he took a small step closer, his presence was overwhelming. He moved his hand, brushing lightly against a strand of my hair. “You’ve got something in your hair,” he murmured as his fingers traced it away. My breath hitched, and I froze. The way he touched me was gentle, but it sent arousal through my whole body. “You look nice,” he said, his voice lower now. “That blouse suits you.” He was now staring at my breasts. I swallowed hard, trying to look anywhere but at his face. “Thank you,” I managed to whisper. “And the skirt,” he added, his eyes briefly dropping to the lower part of my body before meeting mine again. “Perfect choice.” I felt my face burning, but I couldn’t move. “You’re, um, well-dressed too,” I blurted out, immediately feeling silly for returning the compliment. He smirked, clearly amused. “Thanks.” His hand moved again, this time brushing my shoulder lightly, then tracing a line down my arm. “You don't have to be afraid of me,” he said softly. I tried to pull away, but my feet didn’t seem to work. “I should get going,” I said weakly, though I didn’t move. Nick leaned in just a little closer, his breath was warm against my ear. “You don’t have to,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. My mind was spinning. Everything about him was pulling me in, even though I knew I shouldn’t let it. “You still owe me an answer,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at me fully. “About what?” I asked, my voice shaking. “About the drink,” he said, smiling again. “Or the ride.” I blinked, trying to remember how to think straight. “Oh, right. I…” Before I could finish, he turned and walked to a small fridge in the corner of the office. He opened it, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of expensive wine. “You look like you could use this after all,” he said, pouring the wine into both glasses. He walked back, holding one out to me. I took it, my fingers brushing his again. “Thank you,” I mumbled, staring at the glass but not drinking. Nick took a sip from his own glass, watching me. “So?” he said after a moment. “What’s it going to be?” I looked at him, feeling trapped and unsure. “I don’t know,” I admitted. Even though he was charming and I wanted to accept his request, the last thing I needed right now was another man disrupting my life, especially not him. Before he could say more, there was a knock at the door. “Mr. Nick?” a voice called. We both turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with dark hair and a pointed nose. His suit was a little wrinkled like he’d been rushing. “Jimmy,” Nick said, changing his tone slightly. “What is it?” “Your first meeting with the board,” Jimmy reminded him. “They’re ready for you.” Nick sighed, setting his glass down. “Right. Of course.” He turned back to me, his expression softening again. “Looks like I'm the one who has to go.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small card. He set it on the table beside me, his fingers lingering for just a moment. “Call me if you've made up your mind,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. I nodded, unable to say anything. Nick straightened his jacket, giving me one last look before walking out with Jimmy. As the door closed behind them, I stared at the card he had placed on the table. Oh my God! What just happened?The day had been long and exhausting, but we were finally closed and I was heading back home. My heels clicked against the pavement as I clutched my bag tightly, ready to collapse on my bed and forget about everything that had happened for a while.The streets were quieter than usual.Out of nowhere, a car came speeding through a puddle on the road. Before I could react, dirty water splashed all over me. The cold, filthy water soaked my clothes and dripped down my face. I froze, my mouth hanging open in shock.“What the—” I started, spinning around to see who the culprit was.My heart dropped when I saw who it was. Elias. My ex-fiancé. And right there in the passenger seat, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world, was Sylvia. My so-called best friend.They had done this on purpose.The car screeched to a halt, and Elias stepped out first, his smug smile making my stomach churn. Sylvia followed, flipping her hair and smirking at me like she owned the world.“Well, look who
It was the kind of an offer that felt like a risk, following Nick home. I kept questioning myself the whole time. Was it smart? Was it reasonable?My house was far away, and I couldn’t bear the thought of walking through town with dirty clothes sticking to me, stained and damp from Elias and Sylvia’s vicious stunt.Nick didn’t seem like someone who would take advantage of the situation, though. He had stepped in to help me without hesitation, and for now, that was enough.“Here goes nothing,” I mumbled to myself, clutching my bag tightly as I got into his car.Nick glanced over at me as we pulled onto the road. “You sure you wanna come?” His tone was gentle.I nodded quickly, avoiding his gaze. “I’m down,” I muttered, though it was obvious I wasn’t comfortable.The silence in the car stretched between us for a few minutes before he said again. “So… umm those two back there. Who were they?”I stiffened, staring out the window at the blur of street lights passing by. “Nobody important,”
What happened between Nick and I wasn’t intended. It wasn’t even supposed to happen in the first place and it could’ve been clearly avoided. But here we are. We kissed, we cuddled. Things got heated, and I almost lost myself completely to him. I was about to cross that line, but somehow, at the last moment, I pulled back. Thank God I did. How could I have let myself loose like that? It’s not like me to give in so easily to someone no matter how charming or irresistible they are. I’m not that kind of woman, not someone who jumps into bed with a guy I just met, no matter how perfect he seems. The awkwardness between us afterward was unbearable. I made up my mind not to let him drop me off at home. He didn’t need to know where I lived. That would make things even more awkward. When I finally got home that night, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts kept circling back to what had happened between us and how close I came to doing something I wasn’t ready for. Every time I tried to jigg
Brenda and I decided to head down to the cafeteria. I was more than ready for a break after the morning’s workload even though my head was still swimming with thoughts about Nick and what happened between us last night, but I was doing everything I could to keep it together.The last thing I needed was for Brenda, or anyone else to pick up on how rattled I still felt.Brenda nudged me with her elbow as we walked. “You look like you’re carrying the weight of the company on your shoulders. Cheer up! It’s lunchtime.”I smiled weakly. “Yeah, just tired, you know. It’s been a very long morning.”“Hmm,” she said, giving me a side glance. “If you say so.”By the time we got there, the cafeteria was droning with activity. Employees from different departments were scattered around, chatting and enjoying their meals. The smell of food filled the air from burgers, fries, salads, pasta, you name it.Brenda and I got in line, grabbing trays and picking out what we wanted. I settled on a simple chi
The day at work had been long. By the time I got home, I was exhausted, but I still had things to do. I dropped my bag on the couch and let out a tired sigh. My feet ached, and my body wanted rest, but my mind was restless. I had been overthinking all day. Work had been hectic, and on top of that, Nick had been on my mind more than I wanted him to be. It was frustrating.I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the thoughts. Instead of sitting down, I reached for my phone. I needed something to distract me, and calling my mom always helped.I tapped her contact and waited as the phone rang. It took a few seconds before she answered.“Tracy, sweetheart! Finally, you remember your mother exists! I was beginning to think you had a new family over there.”I chuckled, already feeling better just hearing her voice. “Mom, I called you a few days ago. Remember!?”“A few days? You call that staying in touch? Oh, my dear child, one day when you have kids of your own, you’ll understand the pain
The next day, I was walking into the office building, my mind still half asleep and my body dragging from exhaustion. I didn’t even get a proper breakfast because I was running late, and my coffee was barely helping. I just wanted to get through the day without any unnecessary stress, but of course, life had other plans because the moment I stepped out of the elevator, I bumped straight into Nick.It wasn’t just a small bump. It was one of those moments where you walk too fast, turn too quickly, and suddenly, you’re almost crashing into someone’s chest, except in this case, it wasn’t just anyone, it was Nick White.His hands shot out instantly, holding me before I could stumble, and I felt the warmth of his touch through the fabric of my sleeves. His hold was firm but not rough, like he was used to being in control, used to handling things effortlessly. His cologne filled the space between us, nice, with that hint of something I could never quite describe but always noticed.I swallow
Friday came faster than I expected, and honestly, I was grateful because this week had drained me more than usual. Work had been stressful, my thoughts had been all over the place. Not to mention that I just got dumped by Elias, my ex-boyfriend. And to top it all off, letting Nick into my life earlier in the week had completely messed up the little peace I had. Even though we talked, even though he apologized, I still felt weird about everything, and I hated that he still made me feel so nervous. But I refused to let my thoughts be about him today.I was sitting at my desk, typing away at my computer when Brenda, my best friend at work, suddenly dropped into the chair beside me with a dramatic sigh, making me glance at her. She had that excited-but-also-nervous look on her face, which instantly made me curious.“What is it?” I asked, knowing she had something to say.Brenda tucked her hair behind her ear, leaned in a little closer, and whispered like she was telling me a top-secret mi
Sunday morning arrived with the sun shining through my window, filling my room with light, and even though I was still feeling a little tired from the long week and the shopping trip with Brenda, I knew I couldn’t just stay in bed all day. It had been way too long since I visited my family, and I missed them a lot, especially my twin sisters, Emma and Ella. So, after getting dressed in a simple outfit, I headed to church first, because that was how Sundays always started for me.Church was peaceful. The sermon was about patience and learning to let go of things we couldn’t control, and as I sat there listening, I couldn’t help but think about everything happening in my life right now, my recent breakup with Elias, work, Nick, and even Brenda’s exciting new romance. A part of me wished I could just press a reset button and start everything fresh, but life didn’t work that way.After the service, I left church feeling a little lighter, and instead of heading straight to my parents’ hous
We stumbled into The Velvet Haven, a sleek boutique hotel with dark walls and velvet curtains that swallowed the light, the lobby quiet except for the soft jazz playing somewhere distant, and we barely paused at the front desk as Nick booked us a suite, his arm around my waist, pulling me close until my hip pressed against his, his fingers flexing against my side while the clerk swiped his card with agonizing slowness.I pressed myself tighter against him, feeling the heat of his body radiating through his shirt, my lips brushing his ear as I tilted my head, my breath warm against his skin, and whispered, “Hurry up, because I’m soaking wet for you, my panties are drenched just thinking about you, and I need your cock inside me like yesterday, stretching me, fucking me until I can’t stand it.”My voice was a low purr, laced with desperation, and I nipped at his earlobe, tasting the salt of his skin, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the muscles shift as he leaned into me.Nick smir
Right after I said yes to being Nick’s girlfriend, the air between us shifted, crackling with something electric and unstoppable, like a storm rolling in that neither of us could outrun, and he didn’t wait a second longer, leaning across the table with a sudden, breathtaking urgency, his hand sliding behind my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me into a kiss that stole my breath away, leaving me dizzy and gasping for air.Nick’s lips crashed against mine, firm and hungry, tasting of the sharp red wine we’d been sipping and a deeper, wilder desire that set my nerves on fire, his tongue slipping past my teeth to dance with mine in a slow rhythm that made my head spin, and I melted into it, my hands gripping the edge of the table so hard my knuckles whitened, the napkin slipping from my lap to the floor in a soft crumple as my whole body lit up, tingling from my scalp down to my toes like I’d been plugged into a live wire.I felt like I was falling, tumbling into a void wher
Later that evening, I was standing in my apartment, smoothing down the little black dress I picked out. It was tight enough to show off my curves but not so much that I couldn’t breathe. When the doorbell rang, sharp and loud, making me jump as I checked myself in the mirror one last time, my hair falling in loose waves over my shoulders, my lipstick a bold red that felt like armor.I opened the door, and there was Nick, looking unfairly good in a dark blazer and slacks, his shirt open at the collar, his eyes sweeping over me like he couldn’t quite believe I was real.“You look… wow, you look stunning, Tracy, I knew you’d look good, but this is something else,” Nick said, stepping inside just enough to hand me a single rose he’d been holding, his fingers brushing mine.“Thank you,” I said, as I took it, the flower, the soft petals tickling my skin. “I hope you’re hungry because I’m taking you to Love Garden, it’s this little place downtown, quiet, romantic, with the best pasta you’ll
The next day at work started like any other, my heels clicking against the polished floors of the office as I shuffled toward my desk, my coffee cup trembling slightly in my hand because I didn’t sleep much, my mind still tangled up in the memory of the sensual moment I had with Nick’s at his place, and the way I bolted from his place like a scared kid.I settled into my chair, the hum of the open-plan office buzzing around me, phones ringing, keyboards clacking, someone laughing too loud by the break room, and I barely had time to open my email before I felt a shadow fall over me, my stomach flipping as I looked up and saw Nick standing there, all six feet of him in a gray suit, his tie loosened just enough to hint at the man I saw naked last night.Nick leaned against the edge of my desk, one hand resting on a stack of reports I hadn’t touched yet, his fingers tapping lightly as he looked down at me with those dark eyes that made my breath catch, a small, nervous smile tugging at hi
Brenda went quiet for a second, and I could picture her standing there in her new kitchen, her mouth probably open, her eyes wide as she processed what I’d just dumped on her. Then she let out a slow whistle, followed by a laugh that was half shock, half delight, and I heard her flop onto her own couch, the springs creaking under her weight.“Holy shit, girl, you did what with Nick? On the kitchen floor? And the counter? Damn, I need a minute to wrap my head around this because I knew you two had some sparks flying, but this is next-level wild,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement as she shifted, probably tucking her legs up like she always did when she got into a good story. “Okay, first off, I’m proud of you for going for it—I mean, sucking his dick and letting him eat your pussy like that, that’s some bold shit, and it sounds like he was all over you too, which is hot as hell—but now you’re home and freaking out, and I get it, I totally do, because you’re always overthinki
After that wild, sweaty explosion on the kitchen counter, where Nick’s tongue had worked my pussy until I shattered into a trembling mess and I’d sucked his dick until he cursed my name, an awkward silence had crept in like a fog I couldn’t shake.I slumped there, my bare thighs still sticky against the cool granite, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, my mind spinning in a million directions about what the hell had just happened between us.Nick stood up slowly, his dick still half-hard and glistening in the dim light, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as that smug grin faded into something softer, like he was waiting for me to say something—anything—to break the tension that hung thick in the air.I couldn’t look at him straight, my fingers fumbling to pull my top back over my head, my cheeks burning as I muttered something dumb about needing a glass of water, even though my legs felt like jelly and I wasn’t sure I could even stand without wobbling.Nick watched
Nick’s hands gripped my hips like he was afraid I’d slip away if he let go. My lips were still teasing down his chest, slow and tasting the salt of his skin as I worked my way lower. His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension coiling in him, the way he fought to keep control. But I was not there to let him stay composed. I wanted him squirming, just like he’d done to me.I glanced up at him, catching that dark, hungry look in his eyes, and flashed him a wicked little smile. “You’re not getting off that easy,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as my fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down just enough to make him groan.I slid my hands up his thighs, nails grazing lightly, and felt him tense under my touch. My lips followed, brushing soft kisses along his skin, inching closer until he was practically trembling. “You’ve been so patient,” I purred, letting my breath fan over him, “but I think it’s time I reward you.” I took my time, savoring every sound
By the time dinner was finished, the air between us had changed. It wasn’t just the easy laughter or the way our hands kept brushing when we moved around the kitchen—it was something deeper and impossible to ignore.Nick poured us each another glass of wine, the golden liquid catching the soft glow of the overhead lights. He leaned against the counter, watching me with an expression that made my stomach twist.“You know,” he said, swirling the wine in his glass, “I don’t do this often.”I raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip from my own glass. “Cook dinner?”He chuckled, shaking his head. “Invite people over like this to spend time and talk.” He gestured vaguely between us, as if that explained everything he wasn’t saying out loud.I set my glass down, letting his words settle in the quiet space between us. “And yet, here we are,” I murmured, searching his face for an answer I wasn’t even sure I needed.“Here we are,” he echoed, his voice softer now, almost like he was testing how the
When Nick invited me over to help him cook dinner, I didn’t even have to think about it before saying yes. The idea of spending time together, just the two of us, doing something as simple as making a meal, felt strangely exciting. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was looking forward to the food or if it was because I was looking forward to the company, but either way, I found myself practically rushing to his place.By the time I got there, the anticipation had already settled in my stomach, making me feel a little restless. But the moment he opened up and flashed that easygoing smile of his, all my nerves disappeared.“Hey, you made it,” Nick said, stepping aside to let me in, his voice carrying that usual warmth that always made me feel comfortable.“Of course, I made it,” I said.We headed toward the elevator, and as we stepped inside, the doors slid shut with a soft chime. The ride up was quiet at first, just the faint hum of the elevator filling the space, until we stepped into