Amy's POV
Screwed. I am so royally screwed
I'd been awake almost thirty minutes now, staring at the ceiling like an idiot. Brain: a mess. Vagina: wet.
Well, wet again
I scowled at the ceiling. It didn't matter how many times I'd masturbate after she left me last night, it never seemed enough to satisfy myself. I've been waking up like this ever since I met her but this time was definitely the worst. This time I knew what I was missing and she hadn't even made me come. I was very close, just watching her while I was blowing her mind last night almost did the job.
It's been nine months, nine freaking months of morning wetness, masturbating and endless fantasies about someone I actually despised. But God, I wanted her. I wanted her more than any other women I've ever seen in my life and it was frustrating as hell because I also hated her and I was pretty positive she hated me too. I've never met anyone who can test my limits like Miss Karma Ashcroft does. Even the mention of her name makes me wet. I rubbed my hands across my face and sat up.
Why oh why did I have to ruin everything? Almost a year I've been holding myself with success. I kept my distance, bossed her around, treated her like shit, hell I've even been a fucking bitch with her for no particular reason. Only took one moment, just one freaking moment alone with her in a conference room, her smell intoxicating, her hazel eyes challenging me with every look, that fucking skirt and that ass in front of me. I lost it. I became a teenage girl dominate by hormones.
I thought that had her one time will do the trick. Get her out of your system and you will be at peace Raudenfeld I said to myself. But here I was with a pool between my legs and an ache that apparently only she can take care of.
I took a long hot shower, cleaning myself thoroughly as if trying to erase every single trace of her from my skin. This needs to stop. I am Amy freaking Raudenfeld. I was not going to let Miss Little Perfect make me act like a horny mess and I certainly didn't mix pleasure with work. The last thing I needed was a women with a princess complex to ruin everything I've ever work for. I couldn't allow her to have this control over me.
I was making my way into my office when she walked in. The way she left last night, practically sprinting out the door, I figured one of two scenarios awaited me. Either she would make heart eyes at me and think that hook up meant something (very unlikely) or she would have my ass serve to my father in a silver plate (more likely and also a very frightening scenario) but I didn't think she was capable of something like that. If I learned one thing about her these past few months, it was that she was trustworthy and loyal. She had worked for Raudenfeld Media Group since college and was a valued part of the company for a reason. Now she was only months from obtaining her MBA and would have her pick of jobs when she was ready. No way would she jeopardize that.
And of course she´ll have her own scenario planned, what was I thinking? She decided to ignore me completely, and that bother me more than I wanted to admit. She walked in wearing a knee-length trench coat. It shielded whatever was beneath, but did a fantastic job showing off those amazing legs.
And Oh God, she was wearing those shoes, that meant there was a very good chance that she was wearing… that dress, that fucking dress that drove me crazy. She was doing this on purpose, to fucking tease me.
I glared at her as she hung her jacket in her closet and sat down at her desk. And like I expected, she was wearing the fucking red dress of my dreams and nightmares. With a neckline that dipped down to accentuate the soft smooth skin of her neck and collarbone, and red fabric clinging perfectly to those gorgeous tits, the dress was the bane of my existence, my heaven and hell wrapped in one delicious package.
The hem fell just below her knees and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It wasn't provocative in any way, but there was something about the cut and that goddamn devilish red that had me wet practically all day. And she always left her auburn hair down when she wore it, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful.
God I hated her for wanting her so much.
When she still didn't acknowledge me, I turned and stormed into my office, slamming the door behind me. Why was she still affecting me this way? I'd never had anyone or anything distract me from work, and I hated her for being the first.
Work. That's it. I would focus on work and stop thinking about her in that dress and without that dress. I walked over to my desk and sat down trying to direct my attention to anything but thoughts of how amazing the feeling of her lips felt , the way she almost beg me to let her come and how beautiful she looked when she did, lustful hazel eyes, flushed cheeks and freshly fucked hair. God, not helping Raudenfeld.
I flipped open my laptop to check my schedule for the day. My schedule . . . shit. She had the latest version in her computer. No way in hell I going to ask her for anything right now, so I guess I'll be losing a couples of meetings this morning.
As I was going over a spreadsheet, a knock came at my door. "Come in," I called out. A white envelope was slammed down onto my desk. I looked up to see Miss Ashcroft staring down at me with a defiantly crooked eyebrow. Without an explanation, she turned and walked out of my office.
Oh shit that's not good. I was pretty sure it was a letter explaining how she was going to sue my ass and ruin me for the rest of my days, but with Miss Ashcroft always expect, the unexpected. It was a sales receipt, a freaking sales receipt from an online clothing store… charged to the company credit card. I didn't quite know what to do for a second, to laugh of the whole deal or to fucking scream at her. Ultimately I decided the second choice was more suitable.
I shot up out of the chair and raced out of my office after her. She was headed for the stairwell. Good. We were on the eighteenth floor, and nobody, besides maybe the two of us, ever used the stairs. I could scream at her all I wanted and no one would be listening. Perfect.
The door closed with a heavy clang and her heels echoed their way down the stairs just in front of me
"Miss Ashcroft, where do you think you're going?" I said with the most menacing voice I could. Again she completely ignored me and continued walking without even looking at me.
"We're out of coffee" she hissed. "Since your treating me like your office girl now I going downstairs to retrieve some" "God forbid you missing your caffeine fix" she said sarcastically.
I caught up to her on the landing between floors and grabbed her arm, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes narrowed contemptuously at me, her teeth clenched in a hiss. I whipped the receipt up in front of her face as I glared back at her. "What the hell is this?"
She shook her head "You know, for such a pompous know-it-all, you really are a stupid blonde sometimes" "It's a receipt"
"Oh I know exactly what it is" I growled through my teeth, crumpling the paper into my clenched fist. I took one step closer to her. I could feel her tense at my closeness and see her eyes dilating. I affected her the same way she affected me. Good.
"What I don't know is who the hell you think you are! Buying lingerie with the company credit card?" "Really Miss Ashcroft?" I asked her rhetorically. "Are you trying to get yourself fire?" "Because believe that can be arrange very quickly" I said coldly.
She shrugged her shoulders and then leaned her face closer to me and whispered, "Some bitch tore my panties". And fuck, with that all my willpower went straight to hell.
I took a deep breath through my nose and threw the paper to the floor, leaning forward and pressing my lips against hers and digging my fingers into her hair, pinning her body against the wall. I could feel myself get wet as I felt her hand mirror my own and grip my hair, fisting it roughly.
I pulled her dress up along her thighs and moaned into her mouth as my fingers once again found the lace edge of her thigh highs. She did this to fucking torture me, she had to. I felt her tongue run over my lips as my fingertips brushed the warm and wet material of her panties. I clenched my hold around the fabric and gave it a rough tug.
"Sorry princess, you will have to order another pair" I said not feeling sorry at all and then pressed my tongue between her lips and into her mouth.
She groaned deeply as I thrust two fingers inside of her, and if it was possible, she was even wetter than she'd been last night. Seriously fucked-up situation we have going on here. She broke away from my lips with a gasp as I fucked her hard with my fingers, my thumb rubbing vigorous circles on her clit.
"Harder" she said hoarsely. "Faster. Now"
I narrowed my eyes at her, trying to hide the effect her words had on me.
"Say please, Miss Ashcroft."
"Now," she said more urgently,
"Someone's bossy" I said teasing her. She gave me a glare that let me know it was best not to mess with her right now so I delivered and she graced me with the most satisfying moans I've ever heard. Any moment someone could enter the stairwell and catch me fucking her, and I couldn't care less.
"Close," she growled "So fucking close"
And that's when I stopped fucking her entirely. She gaped at me, her look thunderous. The stairwell filled with a leaden silence.
"Seriously?" she said, exhaling loudly. Her head fell back against the wall with a dull thud.
"Seriously" I said smiling triumphantly.
She stared at me in disbelief and said hatefully "You're a bitch"
"Oh, I know", but you know what they said sweetheart "Karma is a bitch" I said amused and smiled sweetly at her, the same smile she gave me yesterday when she left me with a major case of blue balls.
This time I was the one who left, leaving her totally horny, frustrated as hell and without underwear. Now we're even Miss Ashcroft.