The tension in Mr. White’s office is suffocating. My breathing is getting shorter and there is wetness pooling in my panties. I can see Caspian take deep breaths as his massive chest rises and falls in his tight, dark blue shirt, and he clings onto the arms of the chair.
Mr. White’s voice is faint in the distance but I hear “Go enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Wolfe.” I look at Caspian one more time, those glowing silver eyes never leaving mine. The tingling in my crotch grows almost painful, begging for something to enter me. I stand from the chair, nob to Mr. White who stares intently at his son, and bolt out the door. I remember seeing the women's bathroom down the hall and decided to hide in there.
I ran into the last bathroom stall and locked the door. My breathing is heavy, my pa
