Chapter 91
NATHAN
Paul has been talking for over ten minutes, and I haven't been able to concentrate on a single word. Kate is playing with a pen between her lips, trying to pretend it's spontaneous, but she gives herself away when her gaze meets mine for a second.
I pick up the glass of water on the table. It must have been almost two hours of this damn meeting, and I still can't stop thinking about the damn stockings or about opening her dress and seeing what she's wearing underneath.
"I need a break." The words escape, making me realize that I've lost control of the connection between my brain and my mouth. Shit. This is going from bad to worse. I see Paul furrowing his brows before nodding.
"Alright."
"Collins, I need your help upstairs." Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second, indicating how inconvenient I'm being.
"Yes, sir." I want to yell at her, scold her, and tell her she can't do this. I need to make her understand how detrimental this is to my business.
We take the elevator, and within seconds, we're on our floor.
I open the door for her to enter my office.
"What happened?"
"Don't play dumb."
"What did I do now?"
"How many hours of the meeting have passed?"
"An hour and a half or two, why?"
"Because I have no idea what has been said in that damn room."
"How?"
"It's your fault."
"Are you kidding me?"
"You know that playing games here is a terrible idea, Kate. I don't like anything interfering with business."
"So you can't concentrate, and it's my fault? Are you going to blame me for everything you do wrong now?"
"You created the rule about sex. Maybe we should add one against provocations too."
"Nathan, this has nothing to do with work. And you probably couldn't follow that rule either."
"I'm trying to be patient, Kate, but you're pushing it." She shrugs before rolling her eyes. I want to throttle her. "Don't be a hypocrite. You told me about your stupid plan yourself."
"We can't discuss this here. We have a rule."
"The rule ceases to exist when you fuck with my business."
"I think we should go back there. People might get suspicious or imagine things, especially if you keep looking at me like that all the time."
"It would help if you didn't dress like a slut begging to be fucked."
"That was extremely sexist."
"To hell with it. Don't say I didn't warn you about the consequences. And one more thing, never wear stockings in the office." She tries to contain her smile. I leave the room with a terrible headache coming on.
The interns are the first to leave the room. Kate stands to leave, and Niels gives her a wide smile before she exits, with Julie following her.
"Does anyone here also need a dose of alcohol?" Niels looks at us, sitting back down.
"It's lunchtime," Paul says, crossing his arms over his chest as if he doesn't even consider the idea.
"I think it's a great idea." Maybe alcohol will help me endure the rest of the afternoon here. Paul raises an eyebrow at me as if he doesn't understand.
"Fine, but I think you two have serious issues." He agrees, taking off his jacket and holding it over his shoulder.
We leave Ryan and hail a taxi to the nearest restaurant. Sitting at our table, we place our orders. Niels and I order two gin and tonics, while Paul prefers a glass of white wine to accompany his meal.
"I don't know what surprised me more today, Nathan, your complete lack of attention during the meeting or drinking during..." I raise my hand, signaling him to stop.
"Are you going to reprimand me, Stone?"
"I also noticed that you were quite distracted," Niels interjects.
"How did you manage to notice when you didn't take your eyes off my assistant for a second?" He smiles while tapping his fingers on the table.
"I apologize, she's fascinating. If I didn't know you, I would say that by your tone, you seemed a bit offended."
"Perhaps Ryan is changing its policies," Paul teases.
"No, and no," I stare at the two of them. "But I'm also not thrilled with the idea of either of you getting involved with her."
"We're not kids anymore, Ryan. Relax."
"Maybe you should take it easy, Niels. Nathan told me he thinks she has a boyfriend. Isn't that right, Nathan?" I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Well, maybe I can confirm that with Miss McCartney."
"That girl who worked with you?" Paul asks.
The waiter arrives with our orders and leaves shortly after.
"Yes, the one with that incredible ass," Niels says. Are they talking about Megan? I never noticed her ass. I guess I never looked at her with any ulterior motives. "But I still prefer..." I restrain myself from punching him in the face.
"Here's some advice, Niels. Stay away from that woman. She's completely annoying and unbearable." I say. They both stare at me, clearly surprised.
I feel the adrenaline spreading through my body as I step into the elevator. My desire is urgent. I close my eyes, trying in vain to disguise my state. I can almost hear her breathing quicken.
She can't disguise it, either. I want to reach out and touch her chin, to kiss her. The elevator descends a few floors and then makes a strange noise, its speed slowing down until it stops.
"What was that?" She looks at me, scared.
"I think it got stuck," I say before the lights go out. "Or maybe it's a power issue."
"What do you mean? Damn it! I don't want to be stuck here."
"Do you have claustrophobia?"
"No, I just don't like being trapped."
"It's okay," I reassure her. She rolls her eyes. My phone vibrates in my pocket.
"Mr. Ryan?" It was Harry, the building's security chief.
"What happened?"
"I'm sorry, sir. We'll have this resolved in a few minutes. It was just a minor system failure."
"I hope the maintenance is being done properly and this doesn't happen again, Harry."
"Yes, sir." I hang up.
"How long are we going to be stuck?" She asks nervously.
"Just a few minutes."
"What happened?"
"A power system malfunction."
"This shouldn't happen, right?"
"Stay calm, everything is under control."
"I'll stay calm when this damn thing starts working again." She's really nervous.
"There's nothing to fear, Kate. Do you want some help?"
"With what?" I pull a piece of paper from the folder in her hands and place it over the camera lens, reaching out to do so. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make you forget that you're trapped here, and we don't want that to be seen, do we?"
"Huh?" I redirect my attention to her, touching her chin.
"You succeeded. You've made me even more eager to fuck you."
"The rule."
"The workday ended fifteen minutes ago." I point to my wristwatch.
"We're still at Ryan's and stuck in an elevator."
"Perfect."
"No."
"Shhhh." I place my index finger on her lips and snatch the folder from her hands, throwing it on the floor. Her eyes follow every move attentively.
"Don't do this."
"I'm going to do what I want now." She raises an eyebrow, looking deep into my eyes, accepting the challenge. I don't want to argue right now.
"What if I say no?" I ignore her. She rolls her eyes, dismissively.
I try to decide between getting down on my knees and burying my tongue between her legs, or pressing her against the metal and fucking her. Both options seem very tempting, but the second one is more suitable since I don't have much time, and I desperately need to feel her tightness. I hold her chin.
"I would love to have time to take off those stockings from you."
"What do you think they will think after you covered the lens?"
"I don't pay them to think about what I do to you in the elevator."
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