Don’t Poke The Bear

Chapter 24 Adam Quade

Over the next few weeks I really upped my game. I spent a fortune on a whole new wardrobe of suits and went to the gym twice a day. Everyone in the office commented on how well I looked, well everyone exempt for her. I tried to charm her a few times but she actually yawned at one point. It got so bad that I would pretend to drop a pen so I could bend over in front of her because I wanted her to notice my ass. After all I had worked hard on my body, but she wouldn’t give me a second glance. I opened my blinds in my office so that I could watch her at her desk but she was constantly chatting to every one exempt for me of course. I was impressed by her work and I wondered how she had time to keep on top of her work load and gossip all day but I obviously didn’t have the balls to ask her, so instead I was left wondering. She was the only woman alive that made me nervous and her constantly ignoring me had took a real toll on my confidence. I was like a blubbering i***t in front of her and I couldn’t shake it. Instead I got worse. One Friday afternoon I asked her what her plans were for the weekend. She had hardly spoke two words to me that entire week. She looked up at me from her computer screen like I was annoying her “nothing exciting Mr Quade” she said and it was like getting blood from a stone. Just then Doug’s assistant Anthony came over “Maria thanks again for the birthday cake, it was delicious. You are such a good cook. I hope you can still make my party tonight” I had heard about Anthony’s 30th birthday party and had no intention of going to it, but the chance to see Maria outside of work suddenly changed my mind. “I’m so sorry I can’t make it. I have a family party but I’m glad you all enjoyed the cake” she said and Anthony gave her an over the top pout “well it won’t be the same without you. My brother’s straight and I told him all about you, he’ll be disappointed that you’re not coming. Anyway, I’ll catch up with you on Monday for lunch and give you all the gossip” Maria let out the sweetest giggle as he gave her a little wave and I was standing there like a spare d**k at an orgy. When he left she immediately went back to her work and I felt my temper rise. She had all the time in the world to make strangers birthday cakes but she couldn’t even give me a moment of her time. I’d had enough and I wanted to have it out with her but I didn’t know where to start. First of all she was a good employee and she wasn’t paid to be nice to me. Secondly she was polite but I couldn’t understand why she was lovely to everyone else and cold to me. “So Maria, where’s my slice of cake?” I snapped and she immediately stopped what she was doing and gave me her full attention. “I’m sorry Mr Quade, he blew out his candles at lunch and the cake was finished by the time you got back from your meeting” This was possibly the longest sentence she had ever spoke to me “well you should have kept me a piece of cake” she gave me a huge smile and this was a first. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you liked cake.” She said gesturing her hand up and down me. “What does that mean?” I asked and I was aware I sounded serious but I’d seriously had enough of her ignoring me. I’d had enough of the sleepless nights thinking about her. I’d had enough of having to ask around the office about her personal life. I’d had enough of pretending to be cool in front of her when I was actually losing my mind over her. “I’m sorry Mr Quade but you don’t look like the type of man that likes to eat cake. You’re so fit, I thought because you obviously like to work out that you wouldn’t eat anything with lots of sugar but I’ll keep you a piece of cake next time” She was bating her eyelashes at me and I could have melted but instead I kept my cool “see that you do next time” I snapped and I quickly walked into my office and when I closed the door I couldn’t help but rejoice that I had managed to get some sort of a reaction from her and that she said I looked fit. I punched the air with excitement and then a horrible thought crossed my mind. The blinds in my office were wide open and I slowly turned to see if she had seen me but to my relief she wasn’t at her desk. I could feel my heart thump out of my chest with anxiety. I quickly closed the blinds and tried to catch my breath. This woman had turned my whole world up side down. I didn’t even recognise myself. I had went from having an endless amount of one night stands with beautiful women to sitting at home every night preparing for my next day at work so that I looked my best for her. Face masks and teeth whitening were all that I had planned for that weekend and my self esteem was the lowest it had ever been. But after that conversation about the cake I realised that she seemed to respond to me if I was slightly authoritative with her and that this may be the key to her undoing. I had been pretending to be Mr Nice Guy but she obviously liked a bad boy and I could be a bad boy. I’d had years of practice. It made sense that she had enjoyed working for the bosses in head office because those guys were notoriously tough. I sat at my desk planing what I should do next when there was a knock at my door. I cleared my throat “COME IN” I snapped louder than I had meant to. A couple of seconds later the door slowly opened and it was her. She had a coffee in one hand and a piece of cake on a paper plate in the other hand. I stared at her in silence for a moment before she walked towards me and my office door slammed behind her. “I broke in to Mr Walkers office and stole his cake for you” she said and she looked rather proud of herself but I just scowled at her. She suddenly looked embarrassed and started to stutter “Em.. well.. I’m sure he won’t mind, he’s been out all afternoon, he probably didn’t know it was there” She placed the cake and the coffee in front of me and turned to walk away, but I didn’t want her to leave. “Stay there” I demanded and she stoped mid step and turned to face me and I noticed that her cheeks looked flushed. I ate a little of the cake and it was the first treat I’d had in weeks. I’d been eating well and working out and this cake, her cake was like heaven in my mouth. “I don’t believe you made this” I said and I know I sounded like an arrogant asshole but I could tell by her face that she seemed to like it. She let out a little giggle and played with her hair. I had watched her through my office window laughing and being playful with other people but this was the first time she had been that way with me. “It was my mother’s recipe Mr Quade. I can make you one if you’d like?” I could feel the front of my trousers strain against my hard on. “In future I’d prefer it if you didn’t break into anyones office and steal anything, even if it is just a stale piece of cake. Am I clear?” She stared at the floor and I could see her chest raising and falling like she was trying to flight back tears. I hoped I hadn’t went too far and really hurt her feelings. “But I must say the cake is delicious. And remember.. no more stealing or I will be forced to punish you.” She lifted her gorgeous crystal blue eyes and stared directly at me and I could see that she was actually turned on. This beautiful little minx obviously loved to be punished and I wanted to grab her and bend her over my desk and spank her until her ass was bright red. But I didn’t know where to start because I had never been into that type of thing before but to see her this turned on made me want her even more. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments and the air between us was palpable. And suddenly I lost my bottle. Was all of this in my head? Was she just a nice girl that had made a nice cake? Was she turned on or was she embarrassed that I was talking to her like dirt? “You can go back to your desk now. And don’t disturb me for the next hour” I snapped and she gave me a huge smile and went towards the door. I watched her sexy walk all the way out and when I knew she was back at her desk I ate the rest of the cake and I even licked the crumbs off the paper plate. This woman was insatiable in every way and I wondered if she tasted as good as her cake.