Risky Business
by hannah
September 17th, 2010
Things got a little tense Tuesday at the office. Phillip and I needed to talk about the Benson project, and how there were still issues with the contractor. We strategized, and I got up to leave, when he got up too, and grabbed my hand. He said he was really looking forward to seeing me all weekend. We had a moment…and then fucking Aiden, the front desk guy, burst in, freaking out about the monitor in the board room not working. Phillip quickly let go of my hand, and sternly told him that if he ever interrupted again when the door was closed, it would be his last day. Aiden apologized, nervously, but I know he saw something.
It was risky what Phillip did, but it made me realize that our relationship meant more to him than just a disposable, casual fuck. There was something more to it, even though he didn’t want to talk about it yet. He wouldn’t risk his reputation, a multi-million-dollar project, or his career if he didn’t…like me. I’m sure there were plenty fitting options clamoring for the seat I was in right now, and he didn’t need complications.
I can’t help but obsess a bit over the idea that this could be something real. It makes me want to penetrate him, like he penetrates me. Makes me want to know what’s going on in his mind when he eats, sleeps, and fucks me. It makes me want to make myself so indispensable that he forgets about all of those other women clamoring for the seat.
I finish my mimosa and set my glass down on the deck. I crawl up onto him slowly, feeling him, stopping to kiss his smooth chest, and when I notice him stir under me, I make my way back down, and undo the draw string of his pants, and then, the buttons.
