A/N: So it's been a minute since my last update. Nonetheless here's a new chapter. I hope you enjoy it. As always I appreciate your thoughts on my writing. It's what keeps me moving forward with this story and it's just pretty awesome to hear what you think about all this nonsense I put down on a paper - so to speak.
I'm already working on the next chapter and I'll do my best to upload it as soon as possible.
Anyway. Happy reading!
Chapter 10: Just two co-workers playing a game of pool
Lauren P.O.V.
Body Tequila. Really Bo? What are we? 18?
Well what she doesn't know is that I've done my fair share of Body Tequilas in my younger days.
You know. Back in College.
I know she's trying to throw me off my game and get me all nervous. With her perfect breasts and everything. Making me focus on them even more... I mean they're right there in front of me. Staring at me behind that tight tank top that just hugs her in all the right places.
As if I would dislike having to perform a Body Tequila on those.
Salt. Lemon. Bo. Tequila. Breasts. Soft skin.
Oh boy.
That wouldn't be the best idea at this very moment.
Tipsy or not.
But I can let her think that she has the upper hand. That she'll win without much effort.
I love it when someone underestimates me. It only makes it that much more satisfying to win.
That smug look on her face. I can only imagine how she'd feel if she actually didn't win.
Let's get this thing settled!
Game on, succubus. Game on!
"So are you going to use that cue or are you just going to fondle it all night, Lauren?" she utters with that little smirk on her face, that can make anyone a little weak in the knees.
Or want to slap her.
That cocky attitude might be because she's so convinced she's going to kick my ass but let's see who will be cocky in... let's say half an hour?
Those eyes though. Those damn eyes. Dark and mysterious. Yet vulnerable and so gentle. That almost black smokey eye make-up makes them pop even more and one could just look into them all night long.
She's like sex on a stick. And she definitely knows it.
She must be aware of how people react when she walks into a room. She almost has this glory-like aura that surrounds her. Not that I'm religious in any way. But it's hard to describe.
She's clearly trying to distract me with those dark brown eyes staring right into mine.
A little too intensely at the moment.
"I'm just waiting for you to hand me one of the pieces of chalk, currently making a mark on your pants, Bo."
Look at that. A smile. A pretty adorable one while she's brushing the chalk off of the top of her thigh.
Not saying a word.
Just looking at me.
This woman is trying to kill me.
"You know. To increase the tip's friction coefficient so that when it impacts the cue ball on a non center hit, no miscue occurs." I end with an akward laughter looking over at the table where our coworkers are currently having shots.
I know I'm a nerd. But it's very important to get a perfect shot.
Actually you have to use the chalk before every shot!
"Wow. Okay, I am truly impressed, Doctor. I guess this isn't you first time at a pool table?"
Gosh. The way her voice lowers as she says my name like that. Why does everything she does or says have to be so erotic?
Or I wonder if that's just me? Maybe it's all a combination of all the fresh air and the alcohold in my system.
I can feel myself getting flustered so I have to remind myself that she's just trying to distract me.
And it's clearly working.
I take a big sip of my 'Bo's special' before I walk towards her and grab the chalk myself. My arm brushes ever so lightly against her naked arm as I grab the chalk.
It feels like a jolt of electricity goes through my whole body and I have to concentrate very hard not to breathe out loud in an almost moan-like reaction. I've never experienced my body react that strongly to another human being before. Never.
The sexual tension between us is very hard to miss and I just hope that our co-workers are too busy with their own gossip at the table to notice what's going on.
But they're not stupid. It's only a matter of time before they notice something.
Dark hazel eyes meet mine for just a second and I immediately recognize the expression in her eyes. This longing. Letting her guard down. Even if it's just for a moment.
I want her to know that I see her without crossing any border that I shouldn't, so I give her a soft smile. It takes alot of energy working against the urge to go walk over and take her into my arms and hold her tightly. I shake my head and try to get out of my own head for a bit.
Delicious by the way.
Bo's special! Not that I was expecting anything less. What can't that woman do?
As I lean down, cue in hand, getting ready to break she walks to the end of the table, leaning against it pretending to be all casual. Watching me like a lionesse keeping an eye on her prey.
The cue slides smoothly through my fingers and I make a near perfect shot.
All eyes on the game at hand doing my very best to not give my dear opponent any attention whatsoever. I won't let her distract me more than she's already doing just by being in the same room as me.
Let alone standing across from me in those skintight jeans that show off those absolutely perfect curves of hers.
And that ass. Ouch that is one very fine looking behind.
One of the striped balls goes straight into the left hole in the corner of the table.
Phew. Gosh that felt good.
I haven't played pool in what feels like forever. But I guess all of those hours at the pool table in my twenties aren't completely forgotten.
I manage to shoot another striped one into one of the middle holes before it's her turn.
A smile forms on her lips as she raises her eyebrows and gives me a little nod.
"Not bad, doctor. Not bad at all. Now. Let's see if that was just beginners luck or if I'll finally actually get some competition around here, shall we?"
Preparing to shoot, she leans her upper body against the pooltable, so that her chest is resting on the edge of the table with a very visible cleavage staring right at me.
It takes alot of effort to not look like a fool with an open mouth, just standing here gaping at the woman standing across from me.
Not that I believe in objectifying women, only thinking about how their body looks like or anything... she's just a sight for sore eyes. And she's clearly trying to use her sexappeal to her advantage in this situation.
And let's be honest here for a minute. She's not just any woman.
She then shoots her first ball into the left corner. Then the second into the right middle on. And a third. The fourth one grazes the left middle hole and then it's my turn.
Oh. She wasn't kidding. She's pretty darn good!
I guess body tequila and Lauren Lewis getting way too wasted is now a realistic possibility if I don't step up my game.
You've got this, Lewis. Don't let no breasts or sexual tension get in your way...
"Well now this is getting interesting, McCorrigan. Exciting indeed."
Whew. Those drinks are definitely working. I'm without a doubt quite tipsy.
Tipsy nipsy I am.
Bo P.O.V
The doctor keeps surprising the shit out of me. I knew that she was talented and beautiful and drop dead sexy and all that.
But of course she's a master at Pool as well. Those longe slender fingers aren't just there without a purpuse.
Although I could think of a few purposes they certainly were made for. Oh they so were.
I'll be honest. I love a woman with lots of talents. But how many women are this amazing?
I'll tell you. Around zero. Nada. None.
And again. She's my boss. Maybe not my boss boss. But our teamleader. Which means I have to work with her.
Every day.
As if that's not torture enough.
Having to see her. Talk to her. Smell her citrus scented self with a hint of coconut. Experience her wow every person she meets with her quirky and a tiny bit shy personality yet freaking hilarious.
I don't think she knows how funny she actually is.
Okay. I just say it. She is basically the perfect woman. Who's here for just a few more months.
I'm not allowed to do anything about it. Because I love my job. I love being a part of this team.
In any other reality. Any other. I would probably go so far and actually ask her out. Even though I do not date. As in NOT at all.
I have sex. Lots and lots of sex. With strangers. That's all.
But these days I'm not even having that.
My god, McCorrigan. What is wrong with you? You need to get laid as in yesterday.
I miss human contact.
And that night. That one freaking night of earth shattering sex with this very woman in front of me.
Maybe it's the universes way of punishing me. For all those people I've slept with over the years and never called. Even when I said I would.
It could be. Karma.
"So. Two balls left. One of yours. One of mine. And the eight ball of course. I guess it's up to me now to decide whether we'll be drinking tequila or coffee, huh?"
Yikes. This is getting a little bit too exciting for my liking.
That hairporn though. Those blonde tresses brushing over her naked arms which I have to concentrate on not staring at.
Who would have thought that arms of all body parts could be that hot?
And that long neck. Gosh what I wouldn't do to be able to kiss that neck just one more time. Slowly moving the tip of my tongue along that jawline. Just inhale that part behind her ear. Boy do I remember that smell.
Intoxicating.
Oh boy.
Now snap out of it, Bo. Let's get back to reality, shall we?
How did we end up in this situation?
I blame myself. For being too cocky and challenging her.
Who was I kidding?
Let me just remind myself. In case I win we have do to body tequila's. Meaning I have to touch- no lick her on her chest. What was I thinking.
Truth be told I'd love nothing more than to touch her everywhere. But I am not sure I will be able to control myself in a given situation.
Oh how easy it would be to bring her into the back of the bar and kiss those perfectly shaped lips one more time. Just one more time.
I can tell she's looking at me probably wondering what's going through my mind. If only she knew!
She looks so damn hot when she's all focused. My god she is hot. What I wouldn't do to hear her moan my name again! Squirming
Images. So many dirty images in my head. I can feel sweat forming on my upper lip and my body reacting to what some would call very inapropriate thoughts.
Snap out of it, Succubus. Snap out of it.
And she smashes her last ball right into where it should (not!) go.
Crap.
She's fully concentrated. Eyes on the last ball. She definitely came here to win! I can hear she's whispering something to herself but I can't make out what it is.
"Whooowh!" comes out of her almost like a little cheer.
God, she is adorable!
"I won! Oh my god. I actually won. I can't believe that I won. Oh hey Bo. Did you see? I won. You lost! What?!"
And I can't believe that I'm a little relieved over losing. It might have something to do with how happy she seems right now. Then I'm a litte bit more okay with losing. Not that I enjoy losing one bit. But I guess I'm neutral about it.
Damn you, Doctor. What have to done to me?
She's walking towards me and I feel like I have to pinch myself to calm down a little bit. I can feel my center pulsating and the alcohol in my blod mixed with the game of pool against this woman has not made me less horny!
Deep breaths.
She is now standing right next to me. Turning to her side and getting very much into my personal space.
This is the first time since that night that she ever came this close or wasn't wearing this though facade on her face when communicating with me.
She must be drunk.
"Ouuuh. Guess what?" she says in a rather low voice, breathing a little too closely to my ear.
Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
It takes every fiber of my being to not turn my head around and grab her by the waste and push my lips against hers.
That's when I remember. Oh fuck. Coffee. Date. Crap. Balls. Not good. Not good at all.
"Coffee? I breathe out almost like a whisper. "I guess that means I owe you some coffee?"
I don't do coffee like that. Let alone 'coworker dates'. Fuck me sideways!
"Yeees! You owe me the best cup of coffee that these islands have to offer... and
As far as I remembered there was promises of ca-ke." Still way too close to my ear. Is she doing this on purpose? Or does she not know what effect she has on me?
So no body tequila tonight.
A girl's gotta dream at least. Maybe some other time?
I so need to get laid. This is freaking torture.
I guess it's just me and Carmen tonight. Carmen is my very good purple friend that I named after Carmen De La Pica Morales from the show The L Word.
"I guess you're right Doctor. I guess I do..."
XXX
Winning over the brown eyed brunette was definitely unexpected. Lauren hadn't played pool for years now so she was pretty convinced that she'd get her ass kicked.
But she didn't.
So no body tequila. Which was probably for everyones best.
Instead the two of them now would have to spend time together.
In the daylight.
Just the two of them.
Alone.
Drinking coffee.
Like co-workers.
So. What do you think? No body tequila (yet) but instead a date coming up. So that's going to be interesting, huh? It's not easy for two people with that strong of a connection to be alone together knowing that they shouldn't act on their attraction. Let's see how that'll go!
Until next time!