Chapter 51
KATE
He returned a few minutes later, still shirtless, with a giant box with many files inside, which he placed on the table. Inside the box was also a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“I need to take a shower, so feel free.”
“Okay. Thank you.” My subconscious was shouting and almost begging me to go along. But I held a gun pointed at his head threatening him.
He leaves me alone, with the image of him naked in the shower. Which is more than enough to drive me crazy. Imagining the water hitting his muscular body. Desire was exploding between my legs. Concentrate, Kate. You have to do your work.
I stare at the box, realizing that I was wrong when I thought that the files were just an excuse to bring me to his house. This makes me a little sad, also because there were so many files. I kneel near the coffee table and pour myself a glass of wine, I begin to think about the various options I have to organize the archives.
NATHAN
When I return to the living room, I have a vision of her on her knees as she flips through the files. Her butt looked wonderful in those jeans. I wonder if there was any special reason for her to wear it. Did she think she was safer around me in jeans? Oh, no. It certainly wasn’t. Nothing was going to stop me.
“How is it doing?” I sit down on the sofa behind her. She is startled a little, but remains on her knees, giving me a look, before turning his attention back to the files.
“I am finishing.”
“So fast? I guess I'll have to promote you.”
"I don't think you can say I'm not doing my work right." I can even feel her smile. It was a good sign. She was trying to provoke me, that meant she was getting into our game.
“With you drinking like that, I don't know if the work will be well done.”
“What?” She stood, turning to me with her arms crossed. “It was you who offered me something to drink, and I don't remember asking for wine. It could have been just a water.”
“My visitors don't usually drink water.” I shrug.
“But I'm working, you smartass, I'm not one of your guests.”
“All right. Do you want some help with the files?”
“I'm done.” She said with satisfaction. So fast? What an efficient woman.
“Good.”
“Well, I'll be going then.” No. She can't go. It was too fast. I didn't even have time to think of a way to make her stay.
“Are you leaving?”
“I have finished my work, so I can leave now, can't I?”
“Or...”
“Or what? Do you have more files?”
“Or... we can have sex.” For a second she looked shocked before bursting into laughter. At least she wasn't sending me to hell as I imagined. I would bet that the culprit was the wine in her system.
“You're kidding, aren't you?” She tightened her arms around her breasts, making them bounce, still smiling, but stopped when she realized that I was serious.
“No.”
“You are a son of a bitch!” That's more like it. This was the expected reaction.
“Are you going to say you don't want me to fuck you? Are you going to say that to my face? You almost begged for it when you came in here.” She stared at me in disbelief. But I knew it was true, that she needed this as much as I did. Even though I had told her it was over and tried to keep me away, it was impossible.
“I don't even know what to say...” She brings her hands up to her face. Angry? Confused?
“You can just take off your clothes.”
“I'm serious, you imbecile!” She said through closed eyes and clenched teeth.
“So am I.”
“It's impossible! It's impossible to talk to you without wanting to grab your neck and strangle you.”
“I'd rather you grab something else.” Wrath flashed in her eyes, seeming not to believe my words.
“Fuck you! I'm leaving.” Ignoring me, she started looking for her bag, determined to leave.
“You're such a dirty girl.” Her gaze returns to me at the same instant.
“What?” Now she was angry, very angry. Was this what I wanted? This could end very badly if I lost control of the situation.
“I said that you are...”
“I heard you, you fucking asshole!” She was holding back from jumping on me and strangling me. But I am still sitting. Keep going. Keep her here.
Why are you so angry? I'm asking for something so easy. Isn't it easy? The way you go around and fuck with others. How hard can it be to do that with me? You know I'm the only one capable of making you come like that. The way only you and I know what it's like.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes.
“It's unbelievable, you know...” Her voice sounded calmer than I expected, automatically making me feel regret. My intention was not to hurt her, just to provoke her. “It is unbelievable that the guy who makes me come like that, thinks I go around fucking everyone. I guess the guy who makes me cum like that doesn't know me that well after all.” She was staring at some corner on the wall. “I'm not a slut, Ryan, and it hurts me to know that you think I'm... you know what?” She shrugged. “It doesn't hurt me a bit, because I don't care what you think.” Why was she feeling so offended? Wasn't it me who should be hurt?
“What do you expect me to think after all?”
“Nothing. Just nothing. I don't care! And it also doesn't matter how great you are in bed because you are an asshole, bastard and son of a bitch in so many words, and I'm not going to waste my time with someone like that. I just hope you keep your word. You said it was over. I came back to Ryan because I believed that all that would exist between us was a professional relationship. But here you are again, breaking your word.
“Oh, fuck! I won't keep my word, because I can't! I've tried. You know I tried. But I can't see you...” She'll think I want to control her, that I'm a possessive madman. But I just want her to be mine, and nobody else's. *You want her to be yours alone without a relationship? She will never let you do that. She is not like that.* “You just have to understand that I need you.”
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