Rick POV

I'm having Carol move my 3 o'clock to tomorrow. Michonne just mind-fucked me to the fullest and I don't even know-how. She barely said anything, all I know is I can't possibly think with the head on my shoulders for the rest of the day.

Who knew such a classic beauty, such a simple gesture could fuck with me so much? The only saving grace is that I clearly affected her just as much as she did me; I need to have her. The crazy thing is I know I can wait, any other girl I wouldn't give a second thought to if she ran from my office like that. Not this girl, I simply watched as her hot ass cat-walk out and down the hall to the elevator.

As soon as I hear the elevator buzz, I take off like a bat out of hell toward the stairwell, I'll beat her downstairs this way, I wasn't ready for her to go. She wasn't ready to go either, and I know it.

"Michonne," I huff when the elevator door opens and she's standing there with her head down, chewing on her thumb. She's either thinking or nervous or both.

Her pretty doe eyes go wide and she drops her hands. I step onto the elevator and press the button to close the door, but since I don't select a floor, we have all the time in the world... unless someone summons the elevator.

"What are you doing?" she whispers.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing."

"Mr. Grimes, I assure you I'm not doing anything. I'm trying to do my job, mind my own business─"

"Bullshit, I know you felt it, just admit it." I completely invade her personal space again, my chest lightly pressed against hers.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," she stutters. She's avoiding my gaze, she feels this, but she's lying about it.

"Yes. You. Do," I growl, leaning down to get in her face, I'm not going to let her lie to me.

My hands come to rest on either side of her head against the wall of the elevator. I need to see how she reacts to my touch so I lean in a little more taking in her scent, I run the tip of my nose from her throat all the way to her ear and let out a deep sigh. She smells fucking amazing, I can feel her trembling, and it's not from being scared. This woman wants me just as bad as I want her and the only thing, she's afraid of is admitting it.

"Why are you trembling, Michonne?" I breathe into her ear.

"Be… because a crazy man has me trapped in an elevator," she stumbles over her words.

"I've said it once, but maybe you forgot. Bullshit."

Michonne POV

I'm baffled, how in the hell did this just happen? He's just another cocky, arrogant; executive that wants to get n my pants. But here I am trembling like a wet cat under his touch. Not once has this ever happened, my brain keeps telling me to play it up, pretend to be nervous and subtly flirt with him but for some insane reason; I'm not pretending and I can't bring myself to flirt.

He terrifies me, in the most fascinating way.

"Not bullshit, Mr. Grimes, I really am trying to do my job," I'm finally able to look up at him. It may be a mistake, but I'm willing to take my chances.

"Admit it, Michonne," I know what he wants me to admit it but I'm continuing to play dumb.

"I have no idea what you're─" what the, his hand comes to rest on my jaw, his thumb on my lips and he holds my head in place so I have no choice but to keep my eyes on him.

"Stop," he whispers. "Just fucking stop. You've done something to me, Michonne McQueen, I don't respond to women like this. I'm willing to bet you don't tremble like this for just anyone." He leans in even closer, I just know he plans to kiss me and I don't make a move to stop him. Surprisingly he doesn't kiss me, he simply inhales, his nose rubs against mine and we suddenly feel the elevator jerk. He pulls away and stands a foot from me, facing the doors and fixing his clothing. "This isn't over."

I get off of the elevator as soon as the doors slide open, I can feel his eyes staring into my back the whole time. This time I take the stairs and get back to my area. When Eugene sees me, his eyes go wide. "You alright, Miss McQueen?" shit, do I look as messed up as I feel?

"Just fine, Mr. Porter, the meeting was just a little stressful. Can you imagine, my second week and already the big boss is asking to see me," I say with a strained smile.

"Be careful with him, I hate to say it but he scares the bejesus out of me," Eugene laughs a sullen laugh and I walk by to my desk leaving me to finish my work for the day.

Truth be told, Rick Grimes scares the bejesus out of me too, although for entirely different reasons.

Two days later and no Rick Grimes, no awkward sexually charged situations to deal with. That's until I get a meeting invite from him. He wants to meet me at 2 PM in his office. I want so badly to just click the decline icon but no, I can't do that, he owns the damn company. Still, he's totally abusing his power. Regardless, my mission is to make sure that Mr. Big Shot knows he means absolutely nothing to me; even though he's all I've thought about since I first laid eyes on him. So, I accept the damn meeting and immediately get up and start pacing in front of my desk, chewing on my thumb.

Terrible habit, but it could be worse.

What in the hell does he want? I don't care if he didn't believe me, he needs to accept the fact that I said I didn't feel anything between us and move on. He needs to get it through his thick intitled skull that I'm a lost cause, I'm not fucking him and he's insane if he hasn't figured that bit out yet.

I look at the clock and see its five till two, I should head up now. Reluctantly, I make my way to the elevator, again, chewing my thumb the whole time. I have no idea how I actually get here but I arrive in front of Rick's open door just before 2 o'clock. He's got his back to the door, resting his hands on his desk, staring out of the window that overlooks the front parking lot. Lord, he has a fine ass and the pants he's wearing just make it look that much better.

I clear my throat. "You wanted to see me?" I step in; I'm putting on my big girl panties and not letting him get to me today.

"Ah yes, Miss McQueen, I definitely want to see you, there are plenty of other things I'd like to do as well," he says with a smirk, turning to face me and sitting at the edge of his desk. "Can you close the door, please? I would hate it if anyone saw or overheard us."

Against my better judgment, I close the door behind me and lean against it. I'm terrified to move any closer to him.

Okay, time to pull out the big guns. It normally takes a month or two before I have to burst their little bubble, but Rick Grimes seems hell-bent on getting me under him sooner rather than later.

"Mr. Grimes, I don't know what it is you want from me. I can only imagine," shit bad choice of words. "But I assure you my only intention is to talk to you ─ nothing else."

"How can you be so sure?" he asks, slowly sauntering across the room toward me. Damn, even his walk is sexy. I can't handle this; I can't have him so close. He smells so good, and something about his voice when it gets all low and husky messes with my head. I can't think clearly, but I also can't move from this spot.

"Oh, I'm positive," 'you arrogant bastard' I laugh a little as he comes to stop a foot or so in front of me. He gives me a curious look, making me wonder what he's thinking but, of course, I would never ask.

Wait, I would normally ask. Ugh, see he messes with my head.

"You should smile more often," he says softly, brushing my hair back and resting his hand in the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A shiver runs through me when he uses his thumb to stroke my neck.

"I'm a man that is used to getting what I want Miss McQueen, and what I want is you. I want to do things to you…" he stops there; his face has been getting closer and closer with every word. I can feel his breath fanning over my face, I'm panting heavily and I just know he's loving every second of this.

He inhales slowly, smelling my neck and hair. "You smell absolutely delicious, Michonne," he pulls his head back just far enough to look in my eyes, then drops his icy blue gaze to my lips and back up to my eyes. He's going to kiss me; his lips are so close to mine, so close I can feel the heat when he licks his lips.

"I...I've only been with one man my whole life, and that was ten years ago."

Rick POV

When I invited her up here it was to tell her we should do our best to avoid each other. I've been all fucked in the head since she walked into that meeting.

On one hand, I want to step away, tell her everything I planned to say, offer to move her to one of the other offices ─whatever it takes to avoid each other. On the other, hand I want to take her, own her, let her know it's only my fat cock that gets to split her tight little pussy wide open.

But I can't...I can't walk away from her, the way she said it, admitting something so intimate; the way her voice trembled made my dick so fucking hard. I want to rub myself all over her, show her what she does to me. Show her what to do with my hard-on. I want to teach her how to make me cum for her. I need to be the only one to touch her ─ever.

God, I have to have her.

I think about Michonne fucking McQueen constantly and that shit is not okay. I don't pine over women ─ ever. The second she walked into my office everything I planned on saying went right out the door, the need to be closer to her consumes me. I've been staring at her for at least thirty seconds and I honestly just don't know what to say. She drives me crazy, why does she have to be so… I don't even know, she's just…Something else.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I eventually mumble at her, still in her personal space. I've decided, Michonne McQueen doesn't have personal space anymore.

"What do you mean? I know I didn't stutter," she counters.

Feisty Michonne just made her first appearance, sex with her is going to be fucking amazing.

"If you're trying to discourage me, or throw me off my game it's not working. I want you, I will have you."

"Is that a threat Mr. Grimes? You aren't the first dog to think just because you have more zeros at the end of your paycheck, I will fall to my knees for you. That's something that will not happen... Ever."

I don't know where my timid little girl went but she just unknowingly issued a challenge I intend to stomp all over.

"No, Miss McQueen, that is a fucking promise." I step back, my hand still on her neck trails down to her tantalizing cleavage and over her breast. I can feel her nipple stiffening under my touch; I lick my lips again and pull my hand away after rubbing my thumb over her nipple a few times. The way her body responds to me tells me everything I need to know.

I'll have her bent over my desk in less than a month.

Michonne POV

The way he just said that pretty much soaked my panties. That coupled with the way he just rubbed my nipple. I need to get away; I stood my ground now I need to getaway.

"Are you done sexually harassing me?" I growl, there we go. Big girl panties back on ─ ruined, but on.

"It's only harassment if you don't want it. This right here," he brings his hands up to cup my breasts. He rubs my nipples with his thumbs and leans down, his lips so very close to mine. "This tells me you want everything I have to offer. I turn you on so very much." His lips get fractionally closer with each word.

"The next time you're all alone, lying in bed, unable to chase the thoughts of me away. Tell me, will you touch yourself when you think of me? I think you will," he pulls away completely, turning to walk back to his desk, leaving me breathless pressed against the door.

I can't look away, my eyes wander over the backside of his body, taking in every curve, his sleeves are rolled up and his forearms are thick and gorgeous with a dusting of hair. He turns to the side, I get an absolutely perfect view of his erection, the outline of his cock in his pants. I have to close my eyes before he catches me looking.

"You're dismissed, Miss McQueen," he says without looking at me.

I want to argue, ask him who the hell he thinks he is dismissing like that, but I can't. I turn and leave, stopping at the top of the stairwell to catch my breath. I need a drink and I'm not talking about coffee. I go back to my desk and finish my pile of work.

As I'm leaving for the day, I see him climbing into a beautiful white 78' Porsche 911, I know most people would not know what that is. But my dad was a car enthusiast when he was alive, which is why I was so excited to get the job here and why I'm not willing to quit no matter how much I need to get away from Rick Grimes.

XXX

After a wonderful homemade taco salad, three strong margaritas and some old episodes of Girlfriends, I retire to my room.

I'm lying in bed trying my hardest to sleep, and damn me, I keep replaying Rick's words.

"The next time you're all alone, lying in bed, unable to chase the thoughts of me away. Tell me, will you touch yourself when you think of me? I think you will..."

I can feel his hands on me, rubbing over my breasts, holding onto my neck. His thumbs stroking my lips, over my hardened nipples. My God, he has some of the, sexiest hands I've ever seen. Certainly, that has ever touched me. I hate to admit it, even to myself but I want his hands all over my body, I want him to do things to me that I won't even allow myself to think about. Things I've never even dreamed of before seeing him.

I let my hand drift down my stomach and come to rest between my thighs, stroking over my damp panties. Fuck, I can't do this; I can't touch myself while I'm thinking about him.

He's a power hungry, overbearing dog-turd!

His voice won't get out of my head though, the way he whispers my name, the way his minty breath feels on my skin. I start to stroke again, enjoying the feeling of the silk against my skin. I need more, so I dip my hand under the waistband. I start to rub up and down my slit, I'm wetter right now than I can ever remember being in the past. I let two fingers easily slip through my folds and I imagine they're Rick's fingers, touching, stroking, caressing me. Making my pussy clench and weep for him. I gently press one then two fingers inside of myself, I'm sure two of my fingers are the same thickness as just one of his. Just the thought of having his long, thick fingers touching me so intimately makes me quiver and shake. I use my thumb to rub tight circles over my clit and it doesn't take long before I'm calling his name into the darkness.

Damn me!

I get up to take a shower, I need to wash today off, I need to go to bed without thoughts of him, without the evidence of what he does to me coating my thighs.

Damn him!

I wake up after dreaming of him all night; I don't know how to deal with this. I don't know how I can go into that place and look at him, he knows, he can see it plastered all over my face.

In the office, the only thing that makes me feel better is the fact that when I see him walking to the elevators he looks as bad as I feel. I hope he was up-all-night thinking about me and the things he wants to do but knows he'll never get to.