After the last two chapters, I decided to do something mindless, short and fun.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
-Estelle Ft. Kanye West (American Boy)
She's blaming the suit. That's what she will tell him and anyone who dares question her about it. The suit.
They were waiting on him in his office when he blew in, already asking questions and barking orders to Carmen. But the suit took her breath away. She wasn't ashamed to admit, only to herself of course, that she kept stock of his suits. This one was new. Brand new.
Thank God, she just needed to be there and didn't need to speak because she wasn't sure she could. The cut was perfect. The jacket framed him perfectly. Of course, he slipped it off and the vest accentuated everything that she found physically attractive about him. And the dark green color made his eyes pop and she found that distracting. Enchanting. Irresistible. She would never understand how he found the perfect tie for each suit, but he always did. A perfect Windsor knot right at his Adam's apple, that bobbed up and down as he talked and moved around and asked questions. The cuff links, those she knew. Sophisticated. Elegant. They glinted off the sun coming in the window as he took notes and waved his hands around. He turned toward the window, composing a plan in his head. He shoved his hands in his pockets and the pants pulled across his ass and she thought she might just pass out. The cut of the pant was perfect. So perfect. Head to toe, it was all Rafael Barba.
She heard him give marching orders and her detectives looked at her. She nodded, not being real sure what he said at all. They left, pulling out their phones. She pushed herself out of the chair and looked at him. The suit. Plus the smirk he was wearing on his face did her in. She crossed in fewer steps than she thought possible and grabbed his face, kissing him roughly. He rested his hand on her hips, giving as good as he got.
She pulled back when the need to breathe became too great.
"New suit."
"What? This old thing?"
"Stuff it, Barba. I know your suits. This one is new."
"Ok, remind me to circle back to that knowing my suits thing because that is intriguing and needs to be explored further but yes, dear, new suit."
"You really need to warn me the next time you wear a new suit."
"I knew you had a suit kink!"
"Only when you are in them, Raf" she replied, kissing him roughly again. They had agreed to keep personal out of the office, off during work hours. But it was the suit. She couldn't be held responsible.