Chapter 215.
"I have work to do," he says, voice firmer now. "Get off the desk, Elaine."
It should sound like an order and it almost does but there’s something under it...maybe it’s just my horny ass being delusional but I hear it
I tilt my head, watching him for a second like I’m considering it but I don’t move. Instead, I shift slightly on the desk, adjusting how I’m sitting and spreading my legs more.
"I’m not stopping you," I say lightly. "Work."
His jaw tightens.
"I mean it," he adds, sharper now. "Get down."
I let out a small breath, like he’s being unreasonable.
"You’re always so serious," I murmur as I move again. A slow, subtle adjustment of my posture, that pushes fabric of my dress shifts slightly as I resettle myself, and I lean back more on my hands like I’ve decided I’m perfectly fine right where I am.
His eyes drop again for a second and Something flickers across his face....quick, and he looks away almost immediately, like he’s correcting himself, like he refuses to give that moment any power.
I feel it anyway.
"You’re playing a dangerous game," he says quietly.
I shrug, my fingers pressing lightly into the edge of the desk behind me.
"Maybe I’m just tired of you pretending I’m not here."
His eyes snap back to mine at tha and this time....He doesn’t look away.
There’s something different in his gaze now. Less restraint and more heat, almost like he’s fighting himself and losing ground.
"You think this is the way to fix that?" he asks.
"I don’t know," I admit softly. "But ignoring me isn’t working either."
He exhales slowly, dragging a hand through his hair, and turning slightly away like he’s trying to put space between us again but he doesn’t leave.
"You need to stop," he says finally.
But his voice....It’s not as steady as it was before and that small crack? That’s what I was looking for.
I tilt my head slightly, watching him.
"Make me."
I say...challenging him. And this time, he doesn’t answer immediately, he just looks at me...linger than he than he should, like he’s weighing somethin and he’s deciding something.
And I realize, sitting there on his desk, with his eyes locked on mine and the air between us stretched so tight it almost hurts.....This isn’t just me pushing him anymore. He’s right there with me now, standing on the same edge and tryin not to fall, not entirely sure he wants to stop himself if he does.
He’s still looking at me like that, like he’s right on the edge of doing something he shouldn’ta
And he’s barely holding it together, for a second....I actually think he might lose it
His hand shifts on the desk beside me, fingers pressing harder into the wood. His jaw tightens, his chest rising a little too deep.
Then.... There’s a knock on the door....it cuts straight through the moment like a blade.
Zane’s head snaps toward the door instantly, the shift so abrupt it almost feels violent. Whatever was building in him...it gets shoved down just as fast.
"Come in," he says, voice back to cold, controlled, like nothing just happened.
The door opens and Thomas steps in, holding a stack of documents against his chest.
"Sir, the files you requested....."
He stops Mid-step and Mid-sentence when his eyes land on me and just like that...The color drains from his face first, then comes the panic.
"Oh....ma’am...." he stumbles over the words, clearly not expecting to walk into this.
I’m still sitting on the desk, still exactly where I was in my skimpy nightgown, thankfully my bare pussy is facing away from his direction.
I don’t move or don’t rush to fix anything. Instead, I turn my head slightly toward him, like this is completely normal.
"Thomas," I say calmly.
That makes it worse for him beecause now he has to respond.
"Yes.....ma’am," he says quickly, his voice tight, eyes flickering everywhere but at me.
The papers in his hands shift awkwardly as he tries to look anywhere else....Zane, the wall, the floor....anywhere safe.
His grip slips and the documents fall, papers scatter across the floor in a messy spill.
The sound echoing louder than it should in the room.
"Oh....shit....sorry...." he blurts, already crouching down to gather them, movements rushed and clumsy.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling.
Zane doesn’t move immediately but I can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, anger sitting just beneath the surface again.
"Pick them up, when did you become incompetent " Zane says flatly.
Thomas nods quickly. "Yes, sir....sorry, sir...."
He avoids looking at me completely now, gathering the papers with shaky hands, stacking them together unevenly.
"I.....uh.....i can come back later," he adds quickly, already halfway to standing.
"Stay," Zane says.
One word that has Thomas freezing for half a second.
"...yes, sir."
He straightens, clutching the papers tightly now like they might escape again.
I shift slightly on the desk, just to see Thomas’s eyes flicker up for a split second before he forces them away again, his entire body going stiff.
Zane notices, I don’t even have to look at him to know.
"Put the files down and leave," Zane says finally.
Thomas doesn’t hesitate this time.
"Yes, sir."
He steps forward quickly, places the documents on the desk...careful, like he’s trying not to exist in this moment at all...Then turns and walks out faster than he came in.
The door shuts behind him and silence crashes back into the room but it’s not the same silence as before.
I slowly turn my head back toward Zane and the look on his face.....
Yeah.
Thomas just made things worse....muvh worse.
Zane exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face before looking at me again.
"You don’t listen do you?" he says.
I tilt my head slightly.
"You told me to stop."
A small pause.
"Not to leave."