Unwelcomed Desires

Riley POV

I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to shake the events from earlier that day.

It was ridiculous, really, how my mind kept replaying the scene in the restroom. 

I should be disgusted, angry even—angry at Jaxon for humiliating yet another employee and then getting off on their misery. But my thoughts kept circling back to what I saw. 

Jaxon. In that stall. His perfectly sculpted body exposed. The way his muscles flexed, the anger etched across his face as he zipped up his trousers, still erect, like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t seen the whole thing.

And God, that body. My stomach tightened just thinking about it.

His cock—large, thick—definitely not something I had expected from someone as cold and vicious as him. And yet, there I was, thinking about it.

I shifted uncomfortably, squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. 

"Why the hell am I thinking about Jaxon’s dick?"

I never would’ve pegged him as gay. Not with the numerous beautiful women I’d seen enter into his office over the past year.

Always tall, model types, leaving with their clothes slightly more scattered than when they entered. 

I’d seen enough of that to hate the man more. But now… now everything felt upside down.

I hated him. I despised him.

But here I was, in bed, with the image of his body, his hardness, stuck in my head like some sick obsession.

And the worst part? I was turned on.

I felt the heat rising in my chest, an unwanted ache stirring in my stomach.

My hand twitched against the sheets, and before I knew it, I was sliding my palm down, beneath the waistband of my boxers.

I could already feel the need building up, the desire that made my breath hitch.

"What the hell am I doing?"

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to remember who I was thinking about. 

Jaxon. My boss. The man who made everyone’s life hell at the office, including mine. The man who barked orders, threw insults at everyone, and made me hate my job every single day. The same man who humiliated his employees, only to have them servicing him when no one was looking.

But… God, he was perfect.

My mind was still caught up in the image of his taut abs, the way his muscles rippled with tension. His strong hands. His cock.

Before I could stop myself, my hand slipped further down, fingers brushing against my arousal. I sucked in a sharp breath, biting my lip.

"Don’t think about him. Don’t think about him."

Just as my hand began to move, my phone vibrated loudly on the nightstand, snapping me out of the trance. 

I jerked my hand back and let out a frustrated groan.

My erect dick still throbbed uncomfortably, but I grabbed my phone, more than eager for the distraction.

It was a message—from that guy on the dating app.

"Got time to meet up?" the message read.

I sat up in bed, heart still racing, but now for a different reason. 

I was desperate for release, and the idea of meeting someone who could take my mind off Jaxon, even for a little while, was exactly what I needed.

"Yeah, I’m in the mood," I typed back quickly. "Where should we meet?"

Almost instantly, he replied with the address of a fancy restaurant downtown.

I didn’t think twice. I threw off the covers, grabbed some decent clothes, and rushed to get dressed. 

The thought of meeting up with someone—anyone—was enough to dull the edge of the strange tension I’d been feeling all night. Maybe this blind date would be the distraction I needed.

Within minutes, I was out the door and on my way.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I was impressed. It wasn’t the typical hole-in-the-wall place I’d expect for a quick hookup. 

This place was upscale, with polished wood floors and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The waitstaff wore pressed uniforms, and the soft hum of conversation floated through the room.

I shot the guy a quick text. 

"I’m here."

He responded almost immediately. 

"Table 5. I just stepped into the restroom. I’ll join you in a minute."

I made my way through the restaurant, feeling slightly out of place in my casual clothes, but whatever. I wasn’t here for a long dinner.

Table 5 was in the corner, away from the main crowd. Perfect.

I slid into the seat, nerves dancing in my stomach, though I wasn’t sure why.

My phone buzzed again, and I glanced down, sending a quick message to Chloe.

"On a blind date. Wish me luck. Hope he’s hot enough for a good time."

"Make sure you give me all the juicy details " She replied immediately.

I chuckled at her message, leaning back in my seat, waiting.

There was a small thrill in not knowing who I was about to meet. The anonymity. The possibility.

I was already mentally undressing him when I felt someone take the seat across from me.

I glanced up with a casual smile—and froze.

Jaxon.

My heart lurched into my throat as I stared at him, the same cold, piercing blue eyes looking back at me with shock, anger… and something else I couldn’t quite place. 

My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding all at once.

What the hell was he doing here? Was this some kind of setup? Did he follow me? 

But no, his expression was the same as mine—confusion, disbelief. 

He was just as surprised to see me as I was to see him.

"Lawson?" Jaxon’s voice cut through the thick silence between us. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing with barely contained anger. 

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was.

I had just walked into a blind date with the one man I hated most in the world.