A cat-and-mouse game

GUEL

I watched him as he went about his business, my eyes following everything he did, but more importantly, it was fixed on his arse. That damned tight flesh was making it difficult for me to keep my hands to myself. I ached to have him backed up to a wall, to feel his delicate body press into mine as I reached behind to knead the soft globes, but I knew I had to keep calm. It wasn't time to make my desires known, or else it might scare him. 

If only he knew what I had planned for him, the room I had gotten ready for the man who stole my heart 8 years ago. I fell for him, harder than I would have expected. He was clueless back then and still is, but I intend to make him remember. 

I didn't expect to get the job. With the qualifications I got, just to keep up the facade I planned to use, to seduce him, I was the least qualified for it. I had almost given up taking the work route to get the man I love, only to get a call from them, asking me to show up for the last interview. 

My nerves had sparked up when I heard the CEO would question me. I died and returned to life, almost losing my shit when I walked into his office. I had always admired him. Asher Grey Reed, the most handsome self-made billionaire. Though I fell in love with his smile at first, over the years, his determination to succeed despite his background endeared him to me. It made my heart tighten each time I watched him on TV. Not just my heart, though.

When I saw him in person, for the first time in years, it took all my willpower not to get down on my knees and worship the ground he walked on. The man was deviously handsome, so pretty. I ached to have him lean on his table, as I showed him just how handsome I thought he was. 

His eyes were as dark as the night, beautiful, just like the rest of him. He had his beautiful brown hair up in a neat man bun, which made him look more rugged.

Asher didn't disappoint me. He lived up to everything I had imagined, and I couldn't hide my thrill at the thought of working for him.

Throughout the interview, I had tried to keep my admiration locked up, to look the part of a shy worker, even though I wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his hand and to be certain I wasn't daydreaming. It was so good to be real until I signed the contract and got a worker's tag. It was then that I knew it was solid.

When I finally left, I regretted not inhaling enough air in there, to keep his scent in my lungs.

“If you need any help settling in, don't hesitate to reach out to me, okay?” Benny, his secretary, smiled at me. She was just as kind to me as she was on the first day I came for the interview. She had helped me get settled down for the first interview and gave me her warm support.

“Thank you.” I returned the gesture.

“Anytime.” She winked and was gone, leaving me alone in the office. The rest of the workers had their faces down as they worked away on their systems. The only time they looked up was when Benny introduced me to them. After that, they all returned to their tasks, leaving me to my thoughts.

I didn't let it bother me. I didn't come for them…the only reason I showed up here, was just to get closer to the man I love. 

…

The day moved faster than I wanted it to. I had only seen Asher thrice since I left his office and couldn't help but wish he would step into our office like he had done three times in a row, but I didn't get any luck. 

By the time the clock rolled to five, an hour to the close of work, I had given up hopes of seeing him. To keep my mind sharp, I took a coffee break. I was planning on having a drink and returning to my desk when the boss came in. I stilled, my breath hitching in my throat. 

I gripped the cup tightly, not wanting to scare him by being too straightforward. I had to remind myself that I was playing the part of a shy 20-year-old man. I was nowhere near shy. The age is right, but the nature isn't. I just had to adopt a character that would put him at ease around me. 

“Having a coffee break?” He arched a brow, closing the distance between us. It seemed, just like me, he had just left his office for a coffee break.

“Yes, sir,” I nodded, glad my voice didn't come out louder than I intended it to. “I had nothing to do, so I wanted to clear my mind,” I said before I could stop myself.

“I see.” Nodding, he strode to the espresso machine and made a cup for himself before I realised I should have asked to make one for him. “I do that too. Having coffee during your breaks helps clear your mind.” He lifted his mug towards me before he took a sip. “God, I needed that.”

I stared, mesmerised.

So, this is how he drank his coffee? So neat and alluring, hypnotising even. There was this way he carried himself that made me wish to stare for a tad longer. Especially at his Adam's apple.

I would have reached out to press on it had I not caught myself in time. Gulping down the liquid and ignoring the burn, I disposed of the cup. “I will be on my way now, sir,” I said to him before I rushed out, not waiting for him to acknowledge my words. 

I had to leave there fast. The longer I stayed, the more impossible it would be to keep my hands to myself.