REGINA VEGA POV–– HE TOUCHED ME

REGINA VEGA POV

He touched me. His hands grazed mine. That’s why the coffee spilled. Because it felt like I touched a live wire. I was going to berate myself for being such a klutz, but seeing the tips of his ears go red like that… It did something to me, like what seeing him did to me, or even thinking about him.

 I excused myself to the bathroom to wash it off, drip coffee is notorious for leaving stains, and Kolin Carter is a difficult man to please, meeting him is very important to not just me, but the company as well.

 Then he barged into the bathroom, his eyes wide. I know what he is seeing, and from the way his brown irises widen, I know he likes it. I like that he likes what he sees. You would think, the shy kid would look away, but the way his hands shook at his sides tell me he wanted to touch me in ways that would make me scream.

 I know I want that.

His eyes on me make me feel all sorts of things, things I haven’t felt before, things that would don’t make sense. No man made me feel this way without touching me, even then, I don’t feel as good as this, never like this.

 Then he turned around, as if catching himself, when all the movements I have made thus far is to keep his attention on me. I hide my disappointment by gasping, and when I offer to see his chest, it’s because I have been dying to see what he looks like.

 Every day since I moved here, he has made my coffee, and while I pretend to busy myself, I have wondered what he looks like under his shirt, and when I got home later, I touched myself, moaning his name even if his large, veiny hands were only ever wrapped around my coffee cup.

 Calm down, Regina, he is a man, you shouldn’t lose your head over him like this. I told myself, my heart wouldn’t listen, it keeps beating hard and fast, like it has plans to jump out of my chest. All because he is taking his shirt off.

 And he couldn’t do it any slower if he tried.

I take matters into my own hands, a little impatient, sure, but the man is hot. A shy, nerdy man, who hides his beauty underneath thick coke glasses, his hair spilling down the sides of his face, messy, and a curtain to hide with. I have wanted so desperately to move the hair away from his face and sit on it.

 Fuck!

He is hot.

His waist is so slender, mine is jealous. He is ripped, muscles taunt under his shirt, pink nipples erect, I want to run my tongue across them, see how they feel, see how he would react. I already know the ways I want to touch him, need to touch him.

 Looking up at him, his eyes are shut tightly, his lip in between his teeth, I want to put his lip between my teeth. I take a step backwards, keeping my voice as uninterested as possible, so he didn’t know how desperately I want to touch him.

 His eager eyes when I tell him his body is the perfect size, round and wide, like he is surprised to hear it. I didn’t lie, his body is perfect, in every way, however I look at him, I have something I want to do with and to his body.

 When I tell him to get his shirt, he sprints. I catch my breath in the few seconds that he is gone. He is such a good boy, I want to corrupt him. His thick arms around me, his veiny hands on my body, his long fingers dipping inside me… My head rolls backward. I am already so wet just thinking about him, so wet standing next to me.

I have to calm down, I have to… yet the image of his chest flits around in my head, I cannot keep a single thought straight.

 The first day I walked into Freddie’s Beans for the first time, the first person I noticed was him. Not the decor, or the man that greeted me at the door. It was him, shy and small, manning the drip coffee. I never liked it before, too bitter, too burnt, but that was where he preferred, and from then on, it was drip coffee.

 I noticed when he changed the frame of his coke glasses to gray, which I thought was the best choice, gray was his color. I know he is blind without the glasses, and I know he draws random art on my cup, always. Just beside my name.

 He returned with  gray hoodie and I hide my smile, I would be wearing his color, be inside his clothes, and soon he would be inside me.

 The meeting didn’t go so well. I kept spacing out, my body vibrating with want. Maybe wearing his hoodie made it worse. My head is filled with his scent, my shy boy that I long to corrupt.

 “Regina, maybe we should reschedule this meeting?” Lara, Kolin’s assistant and my best friend tells me, her eyes are shooting daggers at me, I can hear her berate me without saying anything. She had pushed for this meeting for a long time, and now I am fumbling it because I cannot stop thinking about him. it would mean my death if I don’t secure this contract with him, but it would mean an even worse death if she knows my head is clouded because of a man.

 “Peharps, I am feeling a little under the weather.” I fake a cough. Lara narrows her eyes at me.

Kolin rises to his feet with her aid, and walks out to his car, I follow after them silently. He is one of the few older billionaires left without insurance, getting him to buy our plans would not only skyrocket the company, but it would boost my sales.

 I want to fuck him, get him out of my system and move on.

“You better explain to me why you made the Kolin Carter sit there and listen to you space out!” Lara hisses in my ear passing by me as she returns to his side.

I keep a polite smile and apologize once again.

He doesn’t respond, something Lara said he uses as a tactic to intimidate whoever he is talking to. I am not intimidated, but I am displeased with myself for letting him go.

 “Two o’clock.” Lara mouths our usual meeting time for reconaissance, only today I shake my head no, I have something else, something special planned for that time today. She frowns at me as the car rolls away.

 I cannot hide my excitement as I jump into my car, I have a few other clients to talk to, they can wait, I don’t care. Stephen is waiting for me right now.

Huddlestones is not so far from me, I retouch my make up in the car, there’s nothing to do about the hoodie, since he loved staring at my boobs so much, maybe I could do something about it.

 The truth is, I haven’t made up my mind what I want to do with Stephen yet, I do want to fuck him, but I don’t go back for seconds, not anymore, yet I don’t want to stop feeling this way.

 He is early, I assumed he would be punctual, a shy, good boy. He is easy to spot, because he doesn’t want to be found.

 He sits up when I sit opposite him. In front of him is my blouse in a bag, neatly packed, I don’t want to end this, returning the shirt and the hoodie, would there be nothing tying us together anymore?

 He speaks first,

“You touched me.”

I frown, watching him watch the table.

“You touched me, I didn’t touch you when I looked, but you touched me when you looked… and that’s unfair.” he still doesn’t look up when he speaks.

I see where he is going with this, I hide my smile, wanting him to say it himself. I lean forward, peering into his face, hidden underneath his hair. How many times have I imagined myself holding his hair while he touched me? Countless times.

 “I did?”

He nods quickly, licking his lips. Even that is sexy.

“Well, I don’t know… do you want me to pay for that? For touching you?”

Why am I getting aroused by this? This man drives me crazy, insane.

“Yes, i want to touch you too.”