Chapter 82- I Want Your Lips
HARDIN'S POV
“ I want your lips," I heard her say through the phone and I could tell she was drunk.
“ Miss Miller you're drunk," I stated the obvious.
“ No I'm not, you're the drunk one, you don't know what you're talking about," she slurred and I couldn't help but chuckle, she sounded so cute and I couldn't help but imagine what she'd look like right now.
“ Why are you laughing? I didn't say anything funny, you're the bad guy here,” she said, sounding defensive and I couldn't help but raise a brow. Okay drunk Ariana sounded fun.
" How am I the bad guy?” I asked, deciding to play along.
“ You bewitched me," she said and I couldn't help but chuckle.
“ Bewitched you? How so?" I asked as I climbed on my bed knowing that I'm going to be enjoying this conversation with a drunk Ariana.
“ You kissed my lips and now I want more," or maybe not. She was drunk and turned on, what a combination.
“ Miss Miller, I think you should really go to bed, it's late," I said not just for her own good but for my own sanity.
“ I'd sleep if you put me to sleep," she whispered, damn, never did I know my boss could sound this way.
“ Miss Miller, please go to sleep okay, you have work tomorrow and if you don't sleep, you'll have a headache," I said.
“ Won't you at least ask me how?" She asked, sounding offended.
“ How what, Miss Miller?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair, already getting frustrated.
" How you can put me to sleep," she said.
“ How can I put you to sleep, Miss Miller?" I asked although I knew the answer wasn't going to do me any good.
“ Your tongue between my legs,”
" Fuck!” I cursed under my breath and just then my mind created a picture of that in my head and fuck it, I liked it way too much.
I heard her chuckle, she was enjoying doing this to me even though she was drunk.
How about I turned the table, after all she was drunk and she wouldn't remember any of this when she wakes up and even if she eventually remembers, she called, not me. So it's her fault, not mine.
But she's my boss, I'm supposed to make her go to sleep, that nosey part of me rose up. She said she wanted me to put her to sleep, I'm just doing that.
“ What more do you want me to do to you," I asked as I layed on my bed and placed one arm under my head.
“ I want your lips," she giggled as she said this and I couldn't help but smile. Drunk Ariana was carefree.
“ You can have that," I said.
“ Really? Thank you, they're so soft," she said and I had a feeling she had a dreamy look.
Was this because we kissed in the elevator? She couldn't sleep just like me and now she drunk called me. She's going to be beating herself up about it if she eventually remembers.
“ So are you going to go to sleep now?" I asked but I had a feeling she was shaking her head.
“ Not yet," she said.
“ Are you a virgin?" She suddenly asked and I almost burst out laughing. Drunk Ariana was also funny might I add. Me, a virgin? She was drunk shitless.
“ Oh, you're not, my bad, but I think I am," she said and I suddenly stopped at her words. She's kidding, she's saying this because she's drunk.
She thinks she's a virgin? Crazy, a woman like her can't be a virgin. I'm not exaggerating but if I want to admit it, my boss is fucking gorgeous, she's sexy and she's a commanding arrogant woman.
And besides she had a boyfriend so I think she's just talking drunk rubbish.
“ I think that's enough talking for the night, you should definitely go to sleep," I said.
“ Are you pushing me away?" She asked, sounding sad and I couldn't help but facepalm. This is so funny, annoying and cute at the same time.
I'm trying to take this that she's just drunk before she drives me crazy and we both end up having sex over the phone.
“ I'm not trying to push you away Miss Miller, I'm just worried about you, with everything that happened in the elevator you must be tired and you need to rest," I encouraged.
“ Ariana," she suddenly said and I raised my brow in confusion.
“ What?" I asked.
“ Ariana, why won't you just call me Ariana, it's going to sound so sexy when you say it as you play with me," shit, she was going back there again. We both knew the type of play she was talking about, the type of play that involved fingers and tongue.
“ I'm not going to play with you because you're being a bad girl," I said, wanting to use another method.
“ Bad girl? I'm not a bad girl, I haven't done anything wrong,” she said, sounding like she was soon going to start crying.
“ You're a bad girl because you're refusing to do what you're told," I said and I heard her sniff. She was fucking cute when she was drunk.
“ I'm not," she defended.
“ But you won't go to sleep, I told you to go to sleep but you wouldn't," I said.
“ So I'm going to be a good girl if I go to sleep?" She asked and I nodded but I quickly realized she couldn't see me.
“ Yes,” I whispered.
" So you promise you're going to play with me if I go to sleep?” Here we go again.
" Yes,” I responded.
" Okay, I'm going to sleep now,” she said as I heard shuffling in the background like she was adjusting the sheets.
" I'm in bed now,” she said.
" Okay, good girl,” I said and she chuckled.
" So close your eyes and go to sleep,” I said.
" Alright, good night Hardin,” she whispered.
" Good night,” I said but she didn't end the call so I listened until I heard her breath even before I ended the call.
Nobody prepared me for this side of my boss, if I didn't stop her we would have been talking about wild things tonight, wild things she wanted me to do to her.
Fuck, I need a shower.
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