Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

"No, not me. That wouldn't be fair." He kisses my collarbone. "I feel you are trying to distract me with your body, Mr. Steele." "Would I do that?" he backs a bit further into the dark corner until my body is flush with the wall before he licks a trail from my collarbone to my ear and I shiver in delight, my nipples hardening. "People are watching," I remind him. "You can't take me here in this hallway when others are...ah!" His hand grazes my nipple as another one reaches up my skirt, his body shielding me from sight. I bite my lip as his naughty fingers find the edge of my panties. "You did so well up there, Cordelia. You looked so beautiful and poised."

He was trying to hide it, but the thin material did nothing to conceal the outline. I looked up at him, pretending I hadn’t noticed. Our eyes met for a second. Stolen glances passed between us — quick, charged, loaded with everything we weren’t saying. My own body was heating up. A familiar warmth pooled low in my belly, and I felt the first hint of slick between my cheeks. I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to keep washing him. My hands moved down his arms, careful around the bandage, then across his chest. His nipples hardened under my touch, and he let out a quiet, barely-there sound.

I suddenly feel a glimpse of hope "Do you remember what happened two years ago? The accident, July 23rd" He shakes his head "Nope". The glimpse suddenly disappears, I wear a blunt expression " I mean I could remember if you buy some of my pretty jewellery" I smile "Of course". I put my hands in my pocket and bring out any amount I could find "Will this be enough?". " Yes, now pick five of the ones you like". I nervously laugh "I don't need the-".

I could hear the faint rustle of her skirt whenever she shifted. The soft tapping of her fingers against her phone. The quiet rhythm of her breathing. "She keeps looking at us." "I noticed." "Then look back." "No." I didn’t need to. I could feel it. Every few minutes, her gaze landed on me. Then disappeared. A minute later... Again. Another glance. Curious. Hesitant. Searching. Each time, I pretended not to notice. Because acknowledging it would only make things worse. "Coward." "Enough." Varek huffed in annoyance.

Giving me those soft, teasing glances like I was his dirty little secret. And God help me—I wanted to be at that moment. I didn't even know how I turned myself into a bitch. Like, I fucking had my eyes fixed on him, stealing the same glances he had on me. Perhaps, I started first and he reciprocated. I tossed my briefcase on the marble console, tugged at my tie as if it were the very thing choking me. I could still see the way his lips parted when he stammered. The glint in his eyes when he tried to act shy. That subtle roll of his hips as he walked out of the elevator like he wasn’t dragging every ounce of my willpower as he moved towards me.

It was an insult to my power, and yet, I couldn't stop looking. I shouldn't pay attention to him, but I couldn't help it. He watched the city blur past the window quietly, his profile sharp in the shifting light. He would occasionally, surreptitiously, check on me. Our eyes met a few times, but I made sure my expression was bored, vacant. Let him think he was the one staring too much, that his furtive glances were what had caught my attention.

During meetings, where everything was supposed to be strictly professional, we exchanged glances that promised far more. One particular afternoon, I glanced up just in time to see him watching me from across the conference room. There was a mysterious glint in his eye, a promise of something unspoken. I could almost hear the words he left unvoiced as if he were silently pleading with me for another chance.

She didn’t look at me at first, just slid into the back seat, her perfume curling through the air like smoke. But in the rearview, I caught it, the flicker of her eyes meeting mine for a heartbeat too long. It started small. Those glances. Every morning I’d hold the door open, every night I’d drive her back. And every time, those dark, clever eyes would find mine in the glass. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But enough for me to know it wasn’t an accident. I’ve seen women look at men like that. I’ve had women look at me like that. But not women who wear diamond rings worth more than the car I drive them in. Not women whose husbands have entire networks dedicated to making people disapp

Unless you want me to cancel and report you. He flinched and faced the wheel. The car rolled forward. I stared out, fists clenched. He kept stealing glances at me through the mirror. Watching me like something was off. Very off.

Their gazes traveled to where it shouldn’t go, some pretending not to look but still they tried to steal glances. Some greeted but I didn’t so much as nod at any of them in greeting. Didn’t have to. I kept my pace stable and my shoulders relaxed and loose.