Entering the Lexi Plaza is no problem at all. And neither is finding his office. I have been here before, so I know exactly where I'm going. Gives me great satisfaction to see that snobby receptionist giving me a questioning look as I pass her. She knows whom I am here to see.

I go up to his floor after finding a very clean bathroom. I am alone. Quickly I check my hair, my make-up, my skirt. It's like a reflex. Everything looks good. Well, good for me anyway.

I knock on his wooden door timidly, heart rising up to my throat. There is no way to swallow it. I am obviously super nervous. But why?

I hear his voice on the other side of the door... and then his footsteps. Getting closer and closer to where I am standing. I adjust my skirt for the thousandth time. And then the door opens.

His eyes cloud over when he sees me, as if he was not actually expecting me to show up. He clenches the phone harder, scratching the bottom of his jaw, "I have to go," he says to the person on the other line.

I give him a small smile, and he gives it back, letting me in.

His cologne smells fresh and inviting. I breathe it in as I walk past him. Then I feel his hand on my back, warm and assuring.

"We'll sort it out later. I have a visitor. Bye," he hangs up, shutting the door behind us. I smile widely, wrapping my arms around myself. His eyes meet mine and he tosses his phone away. It's clearly not important anymore.

I hear traffic and the honking of cars. When I look to the right, the enormous window displays a parting in the clouds. The sun is coming out. People are back on the roads again.

"You came," he whispers, stepping closer. I place a hand on his chest, fingers wrapping around his tie.

"You're lucky I was bored too." He seems to take pleasure in this, because he sighs with longing. And it isn't long before his hands are on my hips and his nose is on my forehead, breathing deeply. I laugh nervously, using both hands to keep him at a distance, "Eric, we talked about this."

"I don't remember talking,"

"I do," his eyes are soft when I pull away. Jesus, that's a sight I might never see again.

His hands run up my back, gripping fistfuls of my blouse somewhere near my shoulder blades, "You're driving me crazy."

I feel his facial hair scratch at my eyebrow, hot breaths shooting down my face. All I smell is his cologne and the toothpaste he used in the morning, "And I should be."

He quirks his eyebrow.

"I know nothing about you," I clear my throat, stepping away quickly. Eric clenches his jaw, allowing me to get the distance, "At least take me out on a date first."

With my hands I find the edge of his desk, then I lean back against it until I'm in a position where I can take a seat. Eric smirks widely, eyes lingering on my skirt more than my eyes, "Where would you want to go?"

I laugh, feeling my face heat up, "I was joking."

"Sounded pretty sincere to me," he murmurs, walking up to me until (yet again) we are touching. It's my fault really. I cornered myself, "Tell me what you prefer," he grabs me under my knees, nuzzling himself between my legs. And all I can thing about is how thin my skirt is. It will ride up. I will show skin.

Shit. Being sultry really doesn't suit me.

"A fancy dinner?" he asks, face totally serious, "An evening at the movies?" I laugh nervously, placing my hands on his shoulders, because where else? "Tell me where you want to go."

"I... I just want to get to know you," all the blood flushes down to my core when he bites my ear lobe. I feel him pressing himself against me, positive that I can feel his hardness through the fabric of my underwear.

"I want to get to know you too," his voice is almost a whisper. I shiver as his fingers dance up my thighs, under my skirt. I wince quietly, grabbing his hands in mine. He looks at me, no regret in his eyes.

"Eric," I say, watching him bring one of my hands to his lips, "Don't."

"You are saying 'don't', but you are not saying it," the corners of his eyes crinkle and I laugh.

"What?"

He grins, helping me down from the desk. I try not to blush as I smooth down my skirt, "Let me take you out."

"Okay."

Eric looks taken aback for a moment. Then he composes himself, like the stern business man he is.

Short chapter, but full of sexiness ;)

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