Derek

I wonder if she knows how enchanting she looks right now. Unable to resist the urge, I reach out and gently tilt her chin, forcing her to look at me.

Slowly, I trace her moist, lipstick-smeared lips with the pad of my thumb as I longingly stare at them. The desire to want to suck on them overwhelmed me. I know it's wrong, I should stop. But am feeling the effects of all this south of my belt. I'm not a man who thinks with the head in his pants but right at this moment, to hell with rules, regrets and regulations.

The fact that she hasn't bolted yet and that her radiant brown eyes are fixated on me with a flash of desire is assuring. There is hope. 

Covering the distance between us with a single step, I pull her to me. The look that she bestows on me as I trace her cheeks with the pad of the thumb and her intoxicating scent makes my breath leave my body. 

Her brown skin is warm and soft, flawless and smooth. Touching her undoes me. Lowering my head, I settle my mouth against hers. It's the merest of all brushes but nothing could have prepared me for the electric shock waves that course through my body. Her slight tremble tells me all I need to know, she felt it too. 

Her mouth is soft and warm. Her warm breath is hot on my face. Deepening the kiss, I probe her mouth demanding a response. Panic washes over me when she does not respond. What if I read her wrong? What if I miscalculated and saw what I wanted to see? But boy, oh boy, it's heaven when her lips part and she responds fervently. 

We are both caught up in the kiss for what seems like forever, our breathing mingled. I hold her around the waist as she wraps her arm around my neck. I have her head tilted back as I savor every inch of her delicious mouth. 

A gentle moan of ecstasy escapes from her mouth as she shifts closer. Her hand rests on my chest, warmth from it seeps through to my skin, burning me. Her intoxicating scent drove me over the edge.

Suddenly, she pulls away, her chest rising and falling with each breath she takes. 

"No... we shouldn't," she protests breathlessly, weakly.

Not like the sudden loss of her lips against my mouth, I kiss her again. This time, thoroughly and longer. When I finally pull away, my heart is hammering against my ribcage just like hers. "Why not?" 

"It's wrong..."

"Is it?" I ask kissing the corner of her mouth. "Why?"

"You are the boss...and someone's boyfriend!" she says as she tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I am not going to let escape from me.

"Last I checked, I was single, free to mingle."

"Ha! You are unbelievable. I'm no boyfriend snatcher! Let go of me."

"But I like having you close to me and I'm being serious about Tamara, we are not a couple - we have never been."

"Whatever, let go." She doesn't believe me. I don't blame her. 

Tamara has always had a crush on me since our high school days but not once have I ever reciprocated her feelings. Tamara is any man's dream girl. The tall and curvy heiress is stunningly beautiful, rich, well cultured, and educated. Even though she spends most of her time worrying about her looks, I know for a fact that she is a very intelligent girl. However, despite all those positive attributes, she does not move my heart. 

Not even when I was desperately horny had it ever crossed my mind to cross set lines with Tamara though I know, she would gladly jump at the chance to be with me. But Yankho on the other hand, ever since I took interest in her, she is all I ever think of. 

Tamara is every guy's dream girl except me. In the past, it was easier to let people misunderstand our relationship; it kept unwanted women away and noisy relatives at bay. Mostly, my mother.

I mentally kick myself for being too lazy to clear the ambiguous air surrounding my relationship with Tamara. If I had known not clearing the air would cost me the love of my life before I even started courting her, I would have done it earlier. 

"Not before you hear me out," I say when she continues to try to break free.

Sighing resignedly, she gives up trying to wriggle out of my arms. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Go out with me."

"What?"

"I like you."

"Is this a joke?"

"No."

"Unbelievable," she murmurs, casting me a glare. "What are you up to? Is there some hidden camera in here? Do I look like a joke to you Derek?"

"I like you Yankho and I want you to be my girlfriend."

Stunned, she stares at me in disbelief before her eyes flare with anger. It's a while before she finds her voice, her eyes narrowed to slits."I'm flattered but I'm not interested..."

"Your body begs to differ," I whisper against her ear, trailing kisses down her face before I take the liberty of exploring her mouth, sending both of us into heavenly oblivion. Her mouth in coordination with her brain maybe be trying to be rational but her body has a mind of its own. "See, your own body is betraying you," I whisper against her ear. 

She moans in protest when I pull away and step back when I feel a stirring in my slacks. I shove my hands in my pockets before they and my mouth get me in trouble. This is not how I planned for tonight to end. I was supposed to be simple; invite her to my office, apologize for the incident earlier and try to win her trust. I was hoping with time, we could become friends then I would later ask her out.

But one thing led to another. After tasting her; her intoxicating scent which is strong like and addictive, I'm left with an aching hard-on and thoughts of Yankho in my bed, stark naked in positions no well-meaning man should be having about a woman who is not his wife.

It seems a cold shower is inevitable tonight.

" So what? We are not teenagers to be controlled by our bodies," she replies trying hard to get her ragged breathing under normal. 

Good luck with that.

"No we are not but we can't hide the fact that we both enjoyed this."

"We can't do that again."

"Give a good reason why not."

She rolls her eyes like she is talking to a wall but before she can speak, I beat her to it.

" Reasons that do not include Tamara nor that am the boss," I say as I go around the desk and pull the chair to sit. Hiding a certain anatomy that's desperately stirring to life. 

"You just can't suddenly like me."

"And who said 'I just suddenly liked you'?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I have liked you for some time and I want to date you?"

She rubs her temples muttering something I can't hear. The sounds of Darius Rucker's beer and sunshine fill the room from her bag. Reaching for her phone, she frowns at the screen before typing away for a few seconds, then drops it back in her bag.

"Can we just forget that this happened? Look I don't know what happened but I swear, there will never be a repetition of tonight."

"Sure?" I ask my mouth quirking into a lopsided grin. I have every intention of making a repeat of this, for a lifetime.

She stares at me long and hard as if trying to read my mind. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what my grin means.

"Yes." She answers with finality.

I nod saying nothing. I will let her bask in her fantasy.  For now.