Waiting for you

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Hearing footsteps approaching to my desk, I look up. It’s Mr. Brown, so I quickly get up from my chair and take my notebook in my hand.

“How was your meeting, Sir? Can I get you anything?”

He sighs a deep breath out, his hand lifts to his temples and sighs again.

“Fine, unfortunately the deal is not settled yet. Mr. Young is a hard nut to crack. Can you get me a coffee?”, and he walks into his office after his eyes wander over my body.

“Sure thing, sir.”

Quickly I make my way into the small pantry on our department floor and start preparing his coffee. A strong black coffee, with one spoon of sugar. Just the way he prefers.

Walking in Mr. Brown his office, I notice he is already deep in concentration, reading something on his screen. Placing his cup in hand reach on his desk, I remember Princess and her message. My heart hurts a bit, but I have to be strong, most importantly professional.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Ms. Jones.”, he hums, without looking from his screen.

“Ms. Princess called earlier.”

He stops instantly with whatever is occupying him, closes his laptop and looks up at me in a blink of an eye.

His face hardens and I can not help, but gulp down. Never have I seen Mr. Brown react in such a cold way. To say he is strict and firm, would be an understatement, but if looks could kill… I would be 6ft under.

‘Not the girlfriend.’, my heart sings to me.

“What did she want?”, he asks with an even colder tone.

If this was my first day, I could have been fooled that this was part of his character. Although I should know better, I am doubting if it is.

Glancing at my notebook, I find it even harder to speak out the words, but I have to do my job transparently. So I give him the message.

Mr. Brown his hands clench in a hard fist, his knuckles turning white from the tightness he is forming. His nostrils expanding, his breath is becoming shorter and heavier, with every word I speak. When our eyes meet, I see a glitch of softness, before they harden back to the unfamiliar coldness. He turns around in his chair and stomps his fist on the armrest.

“f**k!”

Mr. Brown never curses. This is a completely new side I witness of him, and because of that I don’t know how to react. I want to go back to my desk, but he hasn’t dismissed me yet. So I hold my position.

It takes serval minutes for Mr. Brown to sit back in his chair and I can see him trying relaxing his body a bit. Feeling mine following his lead, I realize how tensed I was myself just a moment ago. Mr. Brown doesn’t turn around and keeps his silence for another couple minutes.

“Amara?”

Him calling me by my first name, is even a greater shock I wasn’t ready for today. The way my name vibrates out of his mouth, brings a whole new feeling to my mind, body and soul. Feeling it deeply in my core. I almost moan out a yes, before his throat sharpens a sound, bringing me back to reality.

“Yes, Sir.”, I ask with a heavy breath.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You did not, Sir.”, I lie quickly.

He turns back to me, causing me to jump back from the force and the intense spin he makes, loosing my balance a little bit.

Before I can get a grip on the desk, Mr. Brown stands before me and his strong arms slides around my waist, pulling me back up, causing the slamming my front into his chest in the process. Automatically my small hands place themselves on his biceps.

It feels like I have been struck by lightning, making me forget that I need to breathe.

His strong arms seems to be molded to hold my body in them with perfection. The fraction of feeling his body against mine is overwhelming me. I don’t dare to look up to him. I am sure my light caramel skin, is blushing.

I gasp for air, when he finally sets me down properly.

“Look at me, Amara.”, Mr. Brown commands. His use of tone as a small lustful undertone, making my p***y wet instantly. To stop that feeling from rising further, I quickly clench my thighs together.

Still looking down at my shoes, I hear him chuckle shortly and he takes a small step back. Making me regret my decision of keeping my gaze down.

He has yet to break his grip around my waist, but he never does. My heart is pumping so hard in my chest, I am afraid Mr. Brown can even hear it.

“Ms. Amara Jones, let me see those pretty little eyes of yours.”, this time his voice is still demanding but soft and gentle, that my eyes have their own way to be drawn to his.

He stares back deep in to my eyes, before letting his sight wander a moment over my slightly parted lips. His eyes keep glancing over my face, mainly my eyes, lips and neck are his focus.

His actions are arousing to me, I don’t even understand why. I am taking short breaths, while I am doing my best to control my arousal. Sucking my lip under my teeth, I hear a deep groan filling the office.

“This was not suppose to go this way, but f**k it. I waited long enough.”, Mr. Brown states, before slamming his lips on mine.

My eyes widen from the surprise of feeling his soft lips against mine. My mouth responses to his after a couple of short kisses he places. Giving him back the long wanted touch, I have craven for.

Soon he slides his tongue lightly over my lips, asking for permission to enter my mouth.

I am not planning to open up for him. French kisses are just not my thing. Tried it in the past, with a couple of guys and to be honest, I don’t want to repeat that ever again. One was worse than the next. The last guy almost had my nose in the party.

When Mr. Brown notices that I am not opening my lips, he sucks my under lip in to his mouth and starts nibbling softly on it. I gasp out a moan, giving him free entrance to my mouth.

His tongue comes in with great force, but just enough, asking mine to dance a sweet tango together. Our lips are still moving in sync and soon our tongues are gliding passionately against each other, him leading the way.

The kiss is hard, yet gentle and so f*****g sensual. My p***y is getting wetter and wetter each stroke our tongue slides against one another, I can feel my nectar flowing through my panties, down on my thighs.

Mr. Brown his hands also took an explore trip over my body, by now he is grabbing and squeezing my ass. Making my skirt lift up. Both of us are moaning and groaning.

In a serious need of fresh breath, we break the kiss. Panting deeply, he pulls my head in to his wide chest, kisses the top of my head.

Standing in silence, I can’t help but to feel awkward and ashamed for kissing this shameless with my boss. Wiggling my arms a bit, in the hopes Mr. Brown will let me go, he only tighten his grip on me.

Feeling a hand on my chin, lightly forcing my face up. Our eyes meet again.

“I would say I am sorry for kissing you, Amara.”, he breaks the stillness.

Fuck, I am in trouble. The way my name slides over his tongue, has me shivering to my spine.

“That would be, if I had regretted the happening.”

The smirk on his face is so freaking confident, that I couldn’t mistake his words. This day is just full of surprises.

Butterflies are dancing in my belly. This was even better and hotter than those little fantasies I secretly have been creating in my mind. If I thought I have been blushing, I am wrong.

This is an absolutely insane, unrealistic moment.

‘But it is happening.’, my heart flutters to my overthinking.

Not knowing what to say, I just keep staring at Mr. Brown.

“Lost for words?”

“I… Uhmm… I…”

“You can’t seem to find your tongue.”

Obviously, I lost it moments ago, while kissing you.

Fingers track my lips. His fingers are surprisingly softer than they look.

“You are scaring me. Please say something, Amara.”

He is scared?! What about me? How can we go back to being just co-workers? This is gonna ruin everything for us.

“S-Sir?”

“Timothy.”

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“With that kiss we just shared, you can drop the formalities, Amara.”

My GOD! Everytime he says my name, I want to moan out loud.

“Okay, Timothy.”, I whisper softly.

Did he just groaned?

“You are not making this any easier.”, his arms finally loosing his grip on me.

That very moment he lets go, I already miss and long to be back in them. His embrace made me feel so safe.

This is all wrong. I better put a stop to this now, otherwise I will get heart-broken.

“Sir… I mean.. Timothy, this shouldn’t have happened. I am sorry for kissing you back.”, I mumble taking my step back to the door, in need of escape.

I can hear Timothy calling after me, but I need some time to think without his presence.