Before you there was Me

Distraction I didn't know I could have

I pride myself on being a very dedicated worker that didn't get distracted over simple things but as I sat in my office trying to finalize my piece on public affairs I found my mind wondering to him. Most of the morning flew by and half of it my mind was occupied by his intimidating figure. His voice was dreamy and I wish he would whisper sweet nothings in my ears let me melt into a sweaty aroused puddle. Every time I remembered his deep baritone voice I couldn't help but squeeze my legs tightly together trying to ease myself from the discomfort between my leg. This simple action had me biting my lips so hard that I started to taste the metallic taste of my blood in my mouth as my body jerks from the delicious friction it created.

"Arrrgggghh" I groaned in frustration as I threw my glasses aside while rubbing my aching temple.

Why now?? I asked myself. I was quite content with my simple life of solitude. I was not innocent but I wasn't one to pine after anything s****l. For some reason the act didn't sound quite appealing. Based on previous experience, s*x was always a one way street where only the other party had the satisfaction of an orgasm while I was left frustrated and wanting more. I didn't quite get the rush that my friends once talked about, neither was I left sweating and panting for breath whilst basking in the after glow of a good mind shattering orgasm that left me floating.

I was cut out of my thought as I heard a soft tap on my office door. Though I was smiling I had died a gazillion and one time inside. I felt as if God was playing a game of chess with my life, and some moves he gambled because right now he did one of both: one he either gambled with this last move or

two he felt the need to carelessly throw my life to the wolves for sick satisfaction; Either way it wouldn't end well for me and it was painfully obvious as I stood staring into cold calculating eyes that twinkled with slight amusement. He was casually leaning against the door frame like he own the place while I sat nervously twitching in my chair from obvious discomfort. In order to distract myself from his looming presence that seem set on suffocating me I took a sit of the coffee that I had gotten fifteen minutes ago and cringe at the disgusting taste of the now cold liquid.

I cleared my throat.

"Mr...." only then did I realize that the attractive piece of specimen in front of me was still nameless in my book. How did I not know his name??

"You were busy admiring the floor" my mind sneered at me and I growled at her insolence.

"you're not funny" I bit back at myself like any Normal and sane individual.

Only when I heard his deep chuckle did I realize that I was somehow lost in my mind before I was dragged out once again to acknowledge his presence.

He casually pushed off the doorframe as he walked over to me with his hands outstretched and even though i didn't want to get up from my seat I pushed up and shook his hands.

" Nalo Grey " he said as he said shaking my hand firmly.

"Ryah Smith nice to meet you" I said pulling my hand back shortly.

"Please have a seat" I said in the process of sitting down.

"Nice Office" Nalo said as his eyes studied every corner of the poorly lit room.

*Thank you. How may I help??" if I wasn't glad about anything else I was glad I knew how to regain my posture given adequate time to do so.

" I'm in need of an interior designer-"

"but-" .... I started off before he raised his finger indicating that I should let him finish before I spoke. As if he wanted to make sure I fully understood what the gesture meant he raised his eyebrows daring me to defy him and God knows I love a good dare. Instead of snapping at his arrogant ass I settled on biting my tongue while letting him finish.

"As I was saying. I'm in need of an interior designer. I heard that you dabbled a bit in that area before coming here. Hear me out I'm in need of a decorator". he paused

"- the thing is I don't have the time to organize one at such a short notice and I need someone to decorate the conference room for a charity for foster children. Can I request your services and if it's any problem you are being paid the same as any other decorator"

"Mr grey i -"

I wanted to turn down the offer I truly did but it was for the children. How could I knowing how much they suffered in the system.

sigh

" I would love to " I forced out

"Great meet me outside in fifteen and I need the draft for the public affairs piece on my desk like yesterday" he ordered before he confidently glided out of my office.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.....

Life is a b**ch i don't care who says otherwise.