Chapter 214.
"I don’t like this," I say quietly.
"This distance. This... ignoring me.
His eyes stay on me, watching.
"What do you want, Elaine?" he asks.
Straight to it.
I hold his gaze.
"I want you to stop pretending I don’t exist."
Thick silence..
Then I take another step and Now we’re close, reeally close.....so close I can see the tension in his shoulders. The way his hands flex slightly at his sides, like he’s holding himself back from something.
His gaze dips..,,just for a second, then comes back up, but that small movement tells me everything.
He notices and he feels it, he e’s just trying not to react And that? That makes something in me push further.
"Or is this your way of punishing me?" I ask quietly, which has expression hardening slightly.
"You think this is a game?" he says.
"No," I reply just as softly. "I think you’re avoiding me."
I see a crack in that control he’s been holding onto.
For a second, neither of us moves thhen....He steps forward, cloosing the last bit of distance between
My breath catches before I can stop it.
He’s right there now, his presence is overwhelming in a way I wasn’t fully prepared for.
"You shouldn’t come in here like this," he says
My heart is racing now, but I don’t back away
"Why?" I ask.
He doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes hold mine for a second longer than necessary.
Then...
"You already know why."
And I do.
The tension stretches again, pulling tight, like something is about to snap and don’t know if I want it to... or not but I don’t step back when he closes the little distance.
If anything....i hold my ground harder.
For a second, neither of us moves. It’s just breathing. His. Mine. The kind that’s a little too loud in a room that quiet.
Then I break it not by speaking..by moving.
I turn slightly and walk past him.....not brushing him, not touching, just close enough that I know he feels it. I don’t look at him. I don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking I’m hesitating.
I head straight for his desk, a solid dark wood with Papers spread out neatly, his laptop open, everything in place like it always is.
I place my hand on the edge and lift myself up, sitting on it without asking, without warning. The surface is cool beneath me. I shift slightly to get comfortable, the fabric of my dress settling around me.
I don’t rush it and I don’t act like I’m doing anything unusual.
I just... sit like I belong there and out of the corner of my eye, I see him turn.
There’s a pause before he speaks.
"What are you doing?"
His voice is lower now and not as as before.
I glance at him like the answer should be obvious.
"Nothing," I say simply. "I was tired of standing."
I shift again slightly, letting my legs move just enough to settle more comfortably on the edge of the desk, baring my very pantless pussy to him.
"And this seemed like a good place to sit."
There’s silence after that but not the empty kind.
I finally look at him fully.
And.....Yeah.
He’s not okay or composed or distant now...and he is clearly Not unaffected....
His jaw is tight again and his eyes are darker now, fixed on me in a way that feels... different from before.
I tilt my head slightly.
"What?" I ask, like I don’t already know.
He doesn’t answer immediately just looks at me for a second longer than necessary.
Then.....
"You shouldn’t be sitting there."
Simple. But there’s weight behind it.
I shrug lightly.
"Why?
His gaze drops to my pussy for a fraction of a second...quick,but I catch it.
And that tiny slip? It gives me more confidence than it should.
I lean back slightly on my hands, making myself comfortable like I have all the time in the world and adjusting my legs.
"It’s just a desk," I add.
His eyes come back to mine.
"It’s my desk," he corrects.
Something about the way he says it...makes heat curl in my chest before I can stop it.
I swallow, but I don’t look away.
"Then move me," I say quietly.
The words come out softer than I expect.
I can see it has an effect on him...i see it in the way his shoulders tense, in the way his fingers flex slightly at his side, like ike he’s thinking about it...actually thinking about it.
The air shifts again as he takes a step forward and suddenly the space between us disappears again.
I feel it instantly....his presence, his heat, the way everything in me goes just a little too alert.
"You keep testing me little spit fire," he says quietly.
Not accusing, not even angry. Just... stating it.
I hold his gaze.
"Maybe you need to be tested."
That does something. I see it.
A flicker of something sharper and dangerous in his expression now. And I for a second, I wonder if I’ve pushed too far but I don’t back down...I can’t...not now, not when I’m this deep in it.
His hand comes down on the desk beside me, close enough that I feel the slight vibration of it.
He leans in just a little...Not touching but close, a little too close.
"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he says.
My breath catches but I still manage.....
"Then show me."
And there it is....:I just crossed that line. Now neither of us can pretend this is normal anymore.
And the worst part? K don’t even want to take it back. I don’t move when he tells me to.
He straightens slightly, putting just enough distance between us to breathe again, to think again. I can see him trying to pull himself back into that controlled version of himself....the one that keeps everything locked down, neat, untouchable.
"I have work to do," he says, voice firmer now. "Get off the desk, Elaine."