The Wright One

DAVID

I screwed up so badly. Now I can’t even stop thinking about how much I screwed up. The way she looked at me, it was like I was the worst man on the face of the planet. I basically accused her of being crap at her job when I don’t even have any fucking clue. I don’t know why I even fucking did that. I was just angry and lashed out. Angry at myself more than anything, because I couldn’t stand the fact that I kept thinking about her and she was doing something wrong. But she didn’t do anything fucking wrong. I feel like such a fuck up right now. It was easier for me to think she was in the wrong. It was easier to think I could quit the feelings she stirs up if she is the one doing something wrong. Only she isn’t.

When I was yelling at her, she stood tall and proud. Well as tall as her short frame would let her. She looked so damn beautiful and it pissed me off even more when Justin tried to come to her rescue. Justin has always been a bit of a ladies man and I will be damned if he is going to hit on her. Not that I can, but Justin can’t have her. I’m not sure if anyone can. I’m not sure I can allow it. How fucked up does that sound?

So now I am just back to my original thoughts:From NôvelDrama.Org.

She is too young.

She works for me.

She is my little sister’s best friend.

I can’t think of the thoughts that have been plaguing my mind since I met her yesterday. She is off limits and I need to get it through my thick skull. My body doesn’t seem to get the message and keeps dragging up thoughts of her body against mine. Her lips against mine. My hands on every inch of her body.

Yet, when that shy girl stood up to me and made sure that she didn’t back down to a jackass like me. She made sure I knew that she earned her job. It is a really important job, Justin has been telling me for a while that he doesn’t feel like he wants to keep doing this, she is supposed to be his support so he can step back a little. Which means we would be working closely together and I am already fucking it up. How am I supposed to keep my cool when she will be working with me all the time when Justin steps back? I can’t, that’s how. Because I am fucked up.

There is a knock on my office door, I expect my assistant when I grunt a “come in”, but it’s her. She pokes her head in timidly.

“Um, Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” I still like this behavior. I mean she is sexy either way, but this way is just that little extra.

I wave her into the office, too afraid to actually say anything. I don’t need to screw this up any more than I already have. She comes in and stands in front of my desk with her hands folded in front of herself. She looks sexy as hell in her pencil skirt and blouse, the white on black is hot as fuck. “So, I think we should clear the air a little bit. I was harsh with you yesterday and I spoke rather rudely to you today. I just want to apologize and let you know that I will conduct myself in a more professional manner from now on.” The whole time that she was talking my eyes were raking over her body. Her black pencil skirt ended a little above her knees and I wanted to see more of those legs. She was wearing a white button up blouse that was covered with a black vest. The vest covered her plump breasts, I didn’t like it.

I can’t help but give her a small smile. “You have nothing to apologize for. I am the one that gave you attitude. I jumped to conclusions and yelled at you when you did nothing wrong. I understand that we are probably going to be working closely together in the future, so you are correct that we should move past this.” I want to be professional. At least that is what I keep telling myself. There are parts of me that wants to throw professionalism out the fucking window. Hell, I want to throw her on this desk and show her how I really feel.

She nods with a confident smirk. “Good, then back to work.” She turns to step away from me, but my dumbass decided that it wasn’t going to be enough. I want to keep talking to her. Keep her attention on me. The last thing I want is her to start spending too much time with Justin. He has that suaveness that I could never capture and she is a beautiful woman. I am sure that he has noticed.

I make sure my voice catches her before she leaves the office. “So, in the spirit of working together. Can you bring me a report on the marketing reports that you have been analyzing all day? At the end of the day.” I issue it like a challenge. I figured that would get to her the most.

She nods, hesitantly, but she agrees. “So, it’s a test. You want to know if I know my job?” She can think whatever she wants, as long as she is back in this office at the end of the day. Just one more chance to see her before the day ends.

“I want to see if you are as good as my brother claims.” Plus it will get her back in my sights. I will have another excuse to see her today. Is this a good idea? Nope, not at all, but I am doing it. I think I have a problem, not that I will blame it on anyone. I am fully to blame here. I want her and I think I know the way to do it.

She laughs. “I’m better.” Damn that was actually hot. I mean she is shy and reserved, but when it matters, she is confident and in control. I can’t wait to test that confidence.