Chapter Three - There is no "we"

Leaving part of the day's work, done the day before, sometimes saves me from some trouble, but today it didn't help me much.

With my one hour delay I had no advantage, that is: once again I'll be late for lunch, if I'm going to break for one at all. Mr. Winters has a meeting with Mr. Levi today and he does not tolerate mistakes or delays. He is one of the most insufferable customers and also one of the most loyal the company has. I've known the important owner of the luxury real estate company H&L since I started working here, and at least eighty percent of the properties he's sold have been designed by the company.

I spend an uninterrupted hour and a half staring at the computer screen while taking breaks to type on the keyboard or use the mouse. Half of the report is already done but when I realize the time, I see that I'm still mega late. The meeting starts in about an hour and... two knocks on the door keep me from finishing my thought.

"Come in "I authorize and Geneva puts her blond head into the room.

"Lunch. "She remembers.

"It won't. Lunch today, cancelled. "I say turning my attention to the computer screen. "I'm too wrapped up with no chance of a break right now.

"Okay, I'm going because I'm hungry. Good luck there. "She wishes before leaving.

I go back to work and spend the next few hours with my face buried in the screen.

Mr. Adam Winters

I'm busy with work as usual, but it's been hard to focus on what I'm doing. Try as I might, I can't focus my attention on the page open on my computer screen. My eyes run over the lines and identify each written word, but my brain refuses to pay attention. I'm all focused on the memory of last night. How Ms. Porter and I would go crazy with every inch of my cock entering her. How I made her come, how her body was sweating next to mine. Of how...

Two knocks.

"Come in. "I authorize after sighing.

"Excuse me sir. Mr. Levi has already arrived for the meeting. "Says Geneva, ​​my assistant. And how did the hours pass so quickly without my noticing them?

"Accompany him to the meeting room, please, Ms. Fields. I'll be right there. "I asked closing the computer page.

"All good. Excuse me. "She says before leaving.

I may have spent the day in the air but Ms. Porter is going to have to get the fuck out of my head now. Speaking of which, what about the reports?

I get up from my chair and walk to the door and as soon as I open it, Ms. Porter collapses to the floor in front of me. It was so fast and so unexpected that my reflexes weren't good enough to break his fall.

" By God, Miss. Are you well?. " I bend down to examine her quickly and apparently, she's fine, but she rubs one of her knees with the palm of her hand. Other than that, she doesn't have any visible scratches.

" I'm fine, I just tripped. "She complains with a slight rosy tone on her cheeks. I notice that she avoids looking me in the eye and when she realizes that we are very close, she rushes and collects the papers from the floor.

"Are you sure you don't feel anything? " I insist giving support to help her stand.

"I have. "She answers simply. She arranges the papers in order and hands them to me. "These are the reports for the meeting with Mr. Levi, I hope I got it in on time. Excuse me. "She says and hurriedly leaves back to her room. Heels clicking against the floor as I take in the sight of her beautiful ass moving away from me.

As I expected, the meeting goes well. I can concentrate when I need to, and all I find myself thinking about is Ms. Porter and our sex last night, twice. Which in an hour and a half time span is fine. Levi negotiates some more works with the company, which makes me happy, having the company's name linked to his properties is very good for business.

As soon as the meeting ended, we said goodbye. I accompany him to the elevator and breathe a sigh of relief when the doors close. I can feel Geneva's gaze burning into my bad back as I turn around, her green eyes quickly fixed on the computer screen in front of her.

"Do you have any more meetings for today? "I ask, her eyes turn to face me when she denies it.

"No sir. Your next meeting is scheduled for tomorrow at eight o'clock.

"So late?. "Sigh. Not my favorite meeting time.

"Yes sir. If you need to reschedule another time, you will have to reschedule the day as well. "Alert me.

"Everything is fine. You can leave it as it is. "I say before going back to my room.

Later..

MS. Lillian Porter

"Yes, I fell, or rather, I got drunk in front of him like Anastasia in Fifty Shades of Grey, it was ridiculous. " I complained to Geneva. We are sitting on chairs in my small living room. I'm devouring a sandwich ordered by an app while my friend pays attention to my story.

"I wish I hadn't left at that hour to accompany Mr. Levi to the meeting room. " Geneva said between laughs.

"It was pathetic!. I went to deliver the reports and I don't know if it was the scare that he opened the door at the same time or... well, I just know that my legs forgot to keep me on my feet. "I reported wiping the sauce from the corner of my mouth with a disposable napkin.

"And his reaction? "She asked curiously.

"He was worried, but then I reassured him when I said there was nothing. "I remembered. So I take the glass of soda and take the last few sips.

"Reminds me to ask someone for today's footage. " The blonde asks me.

"None of that, behave like the good friend you are.

"Right. Speaking of a good friend, you still haven't told me how dinner was last night. "Remembered Geneva.

As I was heading home to get ready for dinner, I texted Geneva telling her everything and I bitterly regret it. My muscles tighten and my whole body becomes alert. As much as I want to, I won't tell her. I trust Geneva, ​​and I know she would keep it a secret, but I prefer the night of the dinner to be a secret, and the less people know about it, the better.

"No big deal. "I say and beg her not to notice the tension in my voice. I definitely don't know how to lie, and I know that my body gives very clear signs of this. So I turn my back on her with the pretense of throwing the lunch wrappers in the trash.

"How was there nothing?. " She insists. "You went to dinner with Adam Winters, it's impossible that nothing happened. "She emphasizes his first and last name.

"Actually, it was dinner with him, Mr. Chavez and other people. "I remembered. I made it clear in the message that it would not be dinner for two.

"Detail. But he left you at home, didn't he? You took a car trip to his house and it was just the two of you, right? "She asks hopefully.

"Yes, it was a short trip of a few minutes and there was nothing. "I lie brazenly and bite my lip remembering the wonderful kisses that Adam Winters left on every part of my body.

"Are you all right with the garbage? "She asks and only then do I realize that I still have the packages in my hands.

"Of course, I thought I saw something. "I justify that I'm staring at the trash can. I leave the wrappers there and return to my chair.

"Um... well, "She seems to have given up on the subject. "Are you ready to go? "She asks getting up and then yawning. It's nine"forty at night, Geneva was supposed to be gone, but she stayed to wait for me and even offered me a ride, which, of course, I accepted.

"I am. I'll just pack my things. "Said gathering the papers that are scattered on my table.

"Okay, I'm taking the car out of the parking lot. I wait for you on the street. " Let me know before you grab your bag and leave the room.

I take a few minutes. Shortly after, everything is organized. I turn off the computer, grab my belongings and leave the room, locking it right away. It's completely silent, my boss's office door is closed but the light on that I can see under the door indicates that he's still inside.

The elevator takes a while so I have time to put my coat on, I know the cold wind is waiting for me outside. The doors of the metal box finally open and I enter, they are about to close again when a foot clad in very clean shoes steps between them, preventing them.

"Hey. Glad I got there in time. Can you come to my room?