Devyn Foster looked out the window lazily sipping her latte. The abstract paintings, chosen by the designer, were the only source of color on the neutral walls. No expense was spared for the luxurious office because this was where she met with clients.
“V, hold my calls. I’m taking a lunch break.” Instantly, she regretted sounding a little bossy.
Devyn’s mind wandered back to the disappointment of the past weekend, the lost opportunity of him. His brooding eyes glinted her way when a barfly sidled up to her at and put his hand on her ass as if he owned it. Maybe, she shouldn’t have shamed the idiot so loudly and insult his manhood. But, he cock-blocked her view of dark and dangerous.
She was very attracted to him, something about his distance, his dark aura, and dangerous eyes. He lit a fireball between her legs. She wanted to lick his collarbone. But, the guy ignored her, didn’t even give her the time of day, no matter how much she tried to get his attention, not even when she taunted him. He was infuriating. Maybe, she shouldn’t have come on so strong. Maybe she left a bad impression.
Devyn left the bar angry and dejected. The frustration followed her home and lingered. She couldn’t get him out of her mind. Wetness pooled in her panties as she pictured him in her mind’s eye, teasing herself for hours at a time. Her fantasies revolved around him pushing her up against the bathroom wall in the bar, holding her by the throat with one hand and fingering her clit with the other. When she was close, he rode her hard from behind while yelling out his release. Yes, she fantasized about many salacious scenarios for even more hours until at last, she fell asleep.
Devyn pulled out a protein drink and a packet of crackers from her desk. She took lunch in private avoiding distractions and unnecessary gossip. Office politics threatened promising careers. She knew it was foolish to troll. She considered traveling to the next town over on weekends, but even that, exposed her to being found out, labeled a slut, and worse. She would be in violation of the company’s morality clause. It would be incredibly humiliating to be outed and fired. There was also the possibility of being blackballed. The mere whisper of impropriety would be a nightmare. She was aware that being the only female executive at the firm made her an object of interest, prey to misogynists.
Her mind wandered back to the bar, to him. His eyes were brown and brooding as they glinted her way. Devyn was well-aware she was eye-fucking him, even while he ordered his drink, a seven and seven, running his long fingers through the tousled hair, choppy and chestnut. Extending his muscle-roped, tattoo-laced, arm to reach for his drink, she wished he’d reach for her hair to pet or pull it. Devyn would be okay with it either way.
Putting her doubts aside, Devyn made a mental list of his attributes, hoping she’d get another chance, wondering if she could catch his attention next time.
What was she doing thinking about him at work!
Finally, the caffeine kicked in, and real life intruded. There were emails to send and phone calls to return.