Day Three: Bubblegum, bubblegum
"Today you need to draw his attention to your lips," Eames said handing me a pack of gum. I took it and smiled slightly.
"Alright," I said. I pocketed it and we went to the basement.
We were all working quietly when a crackling sound went through the basement. I glanced up and saw Corin pop a piece of gum into her mouth. I tried to ignore the side of my brain that was begging me to go up and kiss her until she was breathless. She blew a bubble and giggled when it popped over her lips. She used her tongue to clean it off and I again had to remind my body to knock it off and be a gentleman. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I grabbed the waist bin.
"Spit it out," I ordered holding up not going to risk going over there and everyone seeing my arousal. She shot me a smirk and stood. She walked over and spat out the gum. I sighed in relief and set it back. She sat back down and within seconds I heard another bubble pop.
"That piece was getting a bit stale anyways," she commented. It went on all day. Me, telling her to spit it out and her just popping another piece in saying the old was getting stale anyways. It was serving to get me so frustrated that I couldn't focus on my work and the part of me I had been trying to push back was taking over. Just when I was sure I was going to explode from my seat and take her right in front of everyone she threw away the empty gum package.
"All out I'm afraid," she sighed before returning to her desk. I sighed in half relief half anger. I was relieved I had managed to withhold myself but at the same time I wasn't. Finally dinnertime came around and I bolted from the room. She was driving me crazy and I suspected she knew it.