“I will get it.” But she moves too quickly, she’s trying too hard to please me. She also looks like it’s hard for her to sit at her desk close to me. I can almost see the weight resting down on her shoulders, the walls closing in around her, which leaves me thinking that she might not be up to something bad after all. “Sorry, I should have gotten one already. I have been a bit distracted this morning. I have a lot to do…”

  And before I can argue with her, Latesha is gone. She isn’t giving me a chance to leave the computer alone. But I don’t think that it’s for manipulative reasons. I might not have the best judgement in the world when it comes to women, but I really feel like Latesha isn’t trying to trick me. It’s something else…

  I will just have to find out another way to figure out what she’s up to. There has to be a way.

  ***

  “Is everything okay?” Mom asks me as I finish telling her that I’m going to be a tiny bit late home tonight. “I mean, it’s no trouble for us. I am happy to spend some more time with my darling granddaughter, but you are alright, aren’t you? There isn’t anything that you need help with from me?”

  I haven’t told her about Terry. She doesn’t know about my search for Karen at all. She may well suspect, which I think is what she’s hinting here, but I haven’t confessed what I am up to just yet. Just because I want to process whatever Terry finds on my own before I let anyone else now what’s going on. I need to deal with Karen in my own mine before I let my mother in. Plus, her worrying might put me off completely.

  “Everything is fine, it’s just work stuff,” I half lie. “I just need a bit of time to get fixed up here.”

  “Right, I see.” I can tell that my mom doesn’t believe me, but thankfully she’s giving me the much-needed space to deal with this on my own. This hasn’t got anything to do with Karen, but I still wouldn’t be able to explain this to her. How would I tell my own mother that there is a sex tape drama at work? No way, this is an issue that I need to deal with myself. “Okay, well I will keep your dinner in the oven then.”

  “Thanks, Mom. I appreciate you as always. See you later on.”

  Once I hang up the phone, I check out Latesha once more, and I note that she isn’t making any moves to go anywhere either. We are playing a game of cat and mouse here, testing one another, seeing who will crack and leave first. That’s good because if Latesha is staying late again then it means she isn’t running. Whatever her reason for all of this, it’s about to come to fruition soon enough. I am about to learn everything at long last.

  It’s frustrating, waiting for everyone else to leave. I never think about how late anyone else stays here after I leave to go and be with Amelia, it just doesn’t concern me. I easily separate work and my personal life in my mind, which I suppose I am lucky to be able to do because I can trust my work force well. I don’t have to be worried about them, but it seems later than I was expecting. Everyone is hanging around. Aren’t they all keen to get out of here and to get on with their own lives? Honestly, it’s very frustrating.

  But finally, they all go. Everyone aside from Latesha. But even after about ten minutes she doesn’t make her move to do anything. That’s when yet another cheeky idea forms inside my brain. I make the crazy decision to pretend to leave, to give her the space that she so clearly needs, and then to catch her in the act.

  Whatever ‘the act’ might be… I hope it isn’t more videos because that might tip me over the edge completely.

  “Right.” I gather up my things, just like normal, and I head over to Latesha’s desk. She nearly leaps out of her seat as she sees me and the color drain s from her skin proving to me that she is scared. Something is definitely about to happen. “I’m going. I’m a little late which is annoying. Are you finished up here?”

  “N… no, not yet.” She shakes her head hard. “I shouldn’t be too much longer though.”

  “Anything I can help with?” I offer which surprises her, that isn’t a shock to me considering I never offer assistance with work once the end of the working day comes around for reasons that only I know about. “I am already later than normal, so if you need me to stick around then I can.”

  “Oh no,” she insists much too quickly. “Nothing you can help with. I’m fine. It’s just… admin stuff.”

  “Okay sure.” I smile thinly at her. “Well, I will see you in the morning then. Goodnight, Latesha.”

  I act like I’m leaving but don’t really exit the office. I feel a bit like a spy on a mission here, trying to unveil some secret information, which I have to admit is a little bit of a weird thrill. It’s the most out of character, out of routine thing that has happened to me in a very long time, which has my pulse racing and pounding.

  I wonder if this is why Latesha made the video. Perhaps this is what she wanted. This little thrill. As I check her out to see her still at her desk, the nerves and excitable anticipation are almost all consuming. She’s waiting, biding her time, checking that I’m not coming back any time soon. I’m hoping she believes that I have left though, otherwise this is about to get far messier than it needs to be. It’s already bad enough.

  There she goes. My heart leaps up in to my throat as I spot her rising from her seat and tip toeing towards my office. This is it. I don’t move right away though. I need to see exactly where she’s heading first, and it’s hardly a shock to see her aiming for my computer. Obviously, she is doing whatever it is she wants with the video which means its time for me to act. I can’t let it get as far as being sent out to the world to ruin my reputation. Not that I think she’s going to do that, but I’m trying to consider every single possibility, every outcome, just in case.

  Well, I think to myself as I move silently through the office. Here goes nothing…

  Chapter 5 – Latesha

  “Latesha?” His voice makes me jump. I nearly lose my footing and topple over because it’s so unexpected. Now the thing that I have been trying my hardest to avoid has happened. Zack has caught me at his desk and I honestly have no excuse for it. What can I say for me being here? There isn’t anything. “What are you doing?”

  “Erm, I… I…” I step away from the screen even though I can see the video right there in front of me. It confirms that Zack must have seen it too. He saw me naked, touching myself over him, and now I don’t know what to do. Do I just be honest and try and get passed the awkwardness or do I bluff? “I just needed to access an email that I don’t have on my machine anymore. It’s to do with… with the project…”

  “I don’t think that is what you’re doing,” he declares as he steps a little closer to me. “I think you’re trying to get something from my computer that’s important to me. Perhaps sensitive information…”

  Oh God, is he teasing me? Does he want me to confess? I can’t work this out at all. If this is a sexual game that I accidently started, then I’m already losing. He is eons above me, and I’m freaked out.

  “I would never try and steal sensitive information from you,” I attempt to insist weakly. “You can trust me.”

  “It’s just that someone has been accessing my computer after hours when they aren’t allowed and now all signs are pointing to you. You seem to be here fiddling with my machine once more.”

  I don’t know what to say, I have no words. I’m utterly speechless because I can’t work out what he wants me to say here. I don’t know how to make this right. All I want to do is escape this nightmare.

  “I better go home… I don’t want you to think badly of me. I will start leaving before you…”

  I don’t make it out of the room before I hear the sounds of my video coming to life. My eyes slide closed and I groan loudly because this is utterly humiliating. It’s supposed to be sexy but instead I feel all on edge. This is all wrong. Plus, I’m pretty sure that I’m going to end up fired right here and now with the sound of my growing orgasm in the background, just to torment me that little bit further, only to make it wor.se

  “See, I found this today.” There is a slight teasing edge to his tone, but I can’t bear to meet his eyes to see if that is reflected in his expression as well. “And I have been trying to act okay all day long, like this hasn’t affected me deeply, but now me and you are alone so I think we should have a chat about it, don’t you?”

  “Do we have to? I man, we can just forget that it ever happened if you want.”

  “Is that what you want? Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in the work place…”

  I can’t stand it any longer. I need to look at him now, I need to see what he’s thinking because I can’t bear this any longer. Either this is him telling me that I made him uncomfortable with the video, which will be challenging to overcome I think, or he’s being a nice person, wanting to honestly talk about it properly.

  I’m shocked to see a soft smile on his face, a look of caring like he really wants me to open up to him. This combined with his overhaling good looks causes my heart to flutter wildly.

  “I am sorry,” I start in a whisper. “I know that is isn’t exactly very professional of me, and definitely not the way that I should behave at work, but I just got carried away and a bit of a sexual fantasy.” The heat burns brightly within me. This is so crazy to admit to my super-hot boss. “It shouldn’t have happened, and it won’t again. If you’re going to give me another shot and not fire me immediately, then I will make sure that it never happens again. I mean, it isn’t like I’m an animal. I can control myself. I just… well, I don’t have an explanation.”

  “It may not be the most professional behavior,” he admits coyly. “But I would never fire you. Certainly not for a sexual fantasy. We all need to get our little kicks somewhere, don’t we?”

  I suck in and hold a breath, shocked to my very core. I have flirted with Zack a whole lot and never gotten anything back. But now he’s giving me a really great sign that he might actually like me too. Everything sizzles and fizzles inside of me as the situation surrounding us strikes me. I never get Zack alone, he always leaves before everyone else does, and we don’t exactly mix in the same circles, so if I am every going to take things up a notch then there isn’t going to be a better moment than this, is there? But it’s scary. There won’t be any turning back.

  “So, you aren’t mad?” I purr like a pussy cat at him. “It didn’t offend you because I wouldn’t want that. That’s why I wanted to delete the video before you saw it, but I never quite got the chance.”

  “Oh no.” He smirks happily at me. “It’s been very challenging not to spend all day watching it. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get any work with that there staring at me all day long. And the beautiful woman who created the video in front of me, acting like nothing happened. I don’t know how I managed it.”

  Oh wow, he called me beautiful, he is now flirting with me as well. This is everything that I have always wanted from him, and somehow so much more as well. It’s intense and phenomenal. The air surrounding us is so thick it could be cut with a knife, but instead I just keep breathing it in hard and fast.

  “I don’t know how I managed it either,” I admit. “I have been feeling crazy all day long.”

  All of a sudden, it’s him I’m breathing in. He’s so close to me that I can basically feel him. I’m tingling all over, my veins are fizzing with sheer thrill. This is even more fun happening in real life than I thought it would be. His powerful, incredible aura is swallowing me up whole, and I freaking love it.

  “Mr. Ward,” I whisper as my hand slowly loops around his neck, acting out the fantasy that I have thought about a lot while sitting at my desk. My words tickle his lips so I repeat his name a couple more times, saying it like a prayer while I rise myself up on to my tip toes and I finally get that kiss I have craved so much…

  Oh wow. I knew there would be fireworks between me and Zack. Just standing near him has always sparked electricity, but I didn’t realize that it was going to be quite so intense. This is overwhelming. Hotter than any kiss I have ever experienced before. It even causes a moan to inadvertently escape my throat.

  “Mmm, wow.” His hands stroke all over my body, he cups my breasts and brushes over my nipples. “You really are a sex goddess, aren’t you, Latesha? I can’t believe this has never happened before…”

  While he talks, my own hungry hand takes full advantage of having him at long last, and I run my fingers down over his rock-hard cock. My head spins gloriously as I get a sense of just how massive he is, how thick and throbbing his erection is for me. I have him on fire, just like he has me, and I want him bad.

  But there is a surprising part of my body that wants him first. I’m salivating, my tongue eager, my mouth desperate to taste him, which is an instinct that I’m more than happy to just go along with. I slip downwards until I drop to my knees between his legs and I look up at him. I meet the piercing green eyes of the older man, the boss, the gorgeous hunk who I have wanted for such a long time, it’s crazy. And now I have him.

  The nerves start to get to me as I try and fiddle with his zipper. This has been such a long time coming and I have thought about it too many times, so the need to be perfect is overwhelming. I fumble, my fingers tremble, and I can’t seem to get access to his cock which I need so damn badly. It’s so frustrating I could scream.

  Sensing my pain, Zack bends down and presses his lips gently to mine while he undoes his trousers for me. I lose myself in the kiss, loving the taste of his lips against mine, but only for a moment. By the time he rises upwards once more, his cock has sprung free and it’s in my face at last. Just where I need it to be.

  “Oh my,” I moan as I delicately trace my fingers up and down his length. “You’re so big.”

  The sound that flies free from his chest is guttural and primal. The heat of pleasure buzzing between my thighs is almost too much for me. I feel like I’m slipping under the waters of pleasure already. To stop myself from making a total racket by screaming through the bliss, I press my lips in a kissing motion to his salty tip.

  Zack’s hips buck. He wants more, he needs more from me, so I give him exactly what he needs. I open my mouth and grab his ass, before pushing him between my lips and driving him to the back of my throat. Zack is now burying deep in the wetness of my mouth and I can feel from the tremble in his thighs and cock how much he likes it. I am clearly driving him wild and I have to admit that has me in flames.

  Normally, I’m greedy for my own pleasure, but today I’m happy to drag my mouth up and down Zack’s shaft, to swirl my tongue around him, to taste every inch of him. That’s turning me on enough. Each sound coming from him is music to my ears and only makes me want to pick up the pace. I need to make him crumble and fall apart more. I love that I’m doing this to him.

  Zack’s fingers knot up in my hair and as the orgasm clings to him, begging to explode free, he pushes me that little bit faster. I let him guide me, I want to know exactly what he wants, and I even love it when he pushes me back so my head rests against the wall behind me so he can fuck my mouth. I stare up at him, admiring how gorgeous he looks, how fucking sexy he is at his most vulnerable raw moments, and I smile internally knowing that like I thought before, there is no going back now, and that’s good because I don’t want to go back. I want to keep doing this all the time. I need a hot and steamy affair with my boss because it’s everything.

  As he grunts and erupts, spilling his seed all down my throat, I couldn’t be happier. I’m over the moon that my video worked, my fantasy came true. It turns out that accidently forgetting to delete it and leaving it on his computer to find is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Who knows what will happen next? I am very excited to find out.

  Chapter 6 – Zack

  An odd sense of nervousness over comes me as I take the seat at my desk, so near to Latesha that I can pretty much breathe her in, but far enough that I can’t feel her or touch her however much I want to… and I really do want to. It’s crazy how much I’m craving her near me once more after the incredible experience we shared last night. It was unexpected, it came out of nowhere, and it’s safe to say that it shook me to the core.

  I spent all last night thinking about her. She pretty much consumed me. It was hard to focus on anything other than her stunning good looks, her sweet face, and how sexy she looks with her lips wrapped tightly around my cock. Admittedly, it’s been a very long time since I had such a sexy experience, but I don’t think that takes away from the intensity of it all. There is something about Latesha which has my head all twisted up in knots.

  It’s the first time that I didn’t think of Karen at all. I didn’t wonder where she was, who she was spending her time with that seemed so much more important than Amelia, if she would ever come back for her daughter… instead, Latesha consumed me whole and I have to admit that feels really good today.

  She isn’t looking at me, I think curiously as I watch her work hard. Why isn’t she looking at me?

  I need a smile from Latesha. A grin, a nod in my direction, I don’t know what exactly but just some indication that she doesn’t totally hate my guts. That she doesn’t regret what happened last night. She definitely started it with the whole video debacle, but I don’t have much trust in other people now. After what happened with Karen, I find it hard to trust my gut and know what women want and what other people are thinking. It’s a lot.

  I should go and talk to her… that thought hits me hard, I know that it’s the right thing to do. I should just be a grown ass man about it and go and see if I can gauge where her head is at. But something is stopping me. I’m rusty, I’m afraid of freaking her out, I’m also really worried about rejection might come my way. I get a bad vibe from the fact that it almost seems like Latesha is avoiding my eyes on purpose. It scares me to think that I might have done something wrong. I don’t know if I behaved right last night. Maybe I said something wrong…