Seth places his cell phone on the nightstand beside him after hanging up. He sits back, leisurely stretches himself out on the soft mattress and bedding, and places both hands behind his head. The biggest smirk manageable appears on his face. He's thrilled that he decided to accept and take that call after all, even at this ungodly hour. It's 6 in the morning and the sun has yet to rise. And Seth, well, you know Seth, he enjoys his sleep more than anyone else on this globe.
He lets out a sigh of relief and slowly turns around, feeling utterly content. He is ready to continue his much required, much needed sleep – though, the misery and sorrow that filled his heart the past week has been replaced by hope, joy and excitement.
The alarm clock beeps after a couple of hours, waking him up from his peaceful slumber. He gets up, dresses himself and goes to work. Work itself is pretty much a bore these days. After all these years, it has become some sort of routine; he goes in, greets his friends, co-workers and such, they will discuss upcoming episodes, do a table read, record some voices, have some fun and see if they're still immune to alcohol (often, they realize they're not). Though, this time, the day quickly passes by. Time seems to fly faster than the speed of light, because his mind has been preoccupied and constantly set onto tomorrow.
Tomorrow, he'll meet his darling wife again. Finally. At last. He wants nothing more than to hold her tightly in his arms and never let go of her again, to keep her save and never harm her again.
After recording voices, he finally allows himself to rest. He sits down in his office, in his chair. Well, he figures he'll be able to relax in an hour or so, he guesses, after the talk. The talk he's been dreading since he woke up this morning.
The door gently opens, "You wanted to see me?". His heart beats frantically when he hears her voice.
"Yes, um", he spins the chair around to face her, "Lindsay".
"Yes?", she asks, smirking wickedly, too wickedly for his taste. She must be up to something, as she's always scheming something.
"Take a seat", he gestures to the other chair across him.
"Oh, we're getting formal? Are you going to fire me?", even though she verbally disagrees with him, she obeys him nonetheless and sits down in front of him, "You know, deep down, even with a table between us, it won't stop me from approaching you and getting you off. You know this".
His cheeks fluster lightly at the thought of him ejaculating due to her, what he expects to be, marvelous touch. He hastily moves his knees towards each other, hoping to protect himself and his package. He can feel his heart thumping dangerously in his chest. He's never had to deal with any of these talks before. His female co-workers, and some males even, knew of his rule, that he would not date any colleague whatsoever. No exception. They might've flirted with him in the past, teased each other a little bit, and sure, he might've flirted back, but when things got serious, when he got married, they all backed off straightaway. Flirting with each other was no more. His relationship had been respected. No one had ever come on to him again, except for her. And it scared the hell out of him, because she knew how to play him like a puppet on a string.
"Still won't work", she teasingly licks her lips in a slow manner as she leans forward, giving Seth quite the sight, specifically to her somewhat-exposed cleavage. He tries to resist by arching an eyebrow, tries to keep his rational barrier up. He can do this.
"Look, Lindsay. I'm not going to fire you just yet", he says matter-of-factly.
"Right. But?"
"I'm married. My wife is with child. I couldn't be happier. This", he points between the two of them and Lindsay scoffs, "has got to stop. No more. I'm done with your little manipulative games".
She eyes him. He's unsure what to see in her eyes, but he's glad he found his voice again. He regained the control as boss, he's certain of it.
"Are you sure?"
"What do you mean?"
"You couldn't be happier. You're living the dream", she repeats, rolling her eyes at him before giving him a better viewing of her breasts, "That's a bunch of bull, and you know it'
He smirks as he realizes he's still resisting her, even though he knows she knows about his weakness: he's a breast man. He loves tits, and she's using her twins to fuck with his mind, but she won't get to him. Not this time.
"You know, it actually is quite the dream".
"Look at you, all grown up", she seductively says as she rises to her feet, her fingers tracing the surface of the desk as she approaches him. He quickly looks away, deflecting any piercing stares that are given to him, "Such a big boy now. I wonder, can you…"
A mischievous grin appears on her face when she doesn't finish her sentence. Instead, she sits in front of him on the wooden desk. A leg rubs up against his, slowly inching upwards until she has her foot placed between his legs, a little too close for comfort as it's just, literally just, touching his flaccid member. She leans in, her breasts snugly hugging each other as she cups his face with both hands. Her hand then runs smoothly through his hair while, at the same time, her fresh, sweet, delicate scent reaches his nostrils and he can't help but feel captivated. He glances downwards, to her lovely bosom. She pulls at the dark locks, lifting his face upwards, forcing him to make eye contact, "Can you resist temptation if it's been offered to you?"