Her hair is pushed back with a black headband and for once, she looks her age.
“You ready to go, girly?” she asks, smiling.
I check my watch and it’s already four thirty. Dammit, where did the time go? I stand up and slip my red peep toe wedge heels on and fasten the thin strap around my ankle.
“Yes,” I reply, feigning excitement. “Let me just grab my purse.” I walk over to my desk, and give myself a mental pep talk to stop the little self-pity party going on in my head. I grab my purse, and follow Quinn out my office, locking the door behind me. We step into the elevator and travel down to the lobby.
“Are you okay?” Quinn asks. The doors open and I walk out.
“Yes, Quinn, I’m fine. I’m just a little distracted, that’s all.” I give her a smile and hope she believes my bullshit excuse. The last thing I want is for Quinn to feel guilty because I’m wallowing in self-pity.
“I know it’s been a rough week, but I think this place we’re going to now might just be it. I can feel it!” she says enthusiastically. Her attempts to cheer me up make me feel better, but also sad. I’m going to miss having her around all the time. We walk the few blocks to where the estate agent said to meet her. After introducing the woman to Quinn, she leads us into a slightly older building and up to the fifth floor. When she opens the door to the apartment, I stop in the foyer in look around. It has a small kitchen to the side, with white-washed kitchen cupboards and marble countertops. The wooden floors shine, as if they’ve just been cleaned, and spread wide throughout the apartment. The living room is open plan, and is rather spacious, with windows and a balcony that overlook a small courtyard. The walls are a little bland, painted in off-white’s and cream colors, but that can easily be fixed. I don’t even have to look at the rest of the place to know that it’s perfect, and exactly what I’m looking for. I can just see how amazing it will look with some fresh paint, some furniture and a few decorations.
Judging by the look on Quinn’s face, she thinks it’s perfect too.
“Are you sure the owners are happy with their rent price? It seems little low for a place that looks like this,” I tell the estate agent.
She chuckles. “I’m sure. Do you like it?”
“I love it,” I reply, walking into the living room and admiring the space. This could be my new home.
Quinn joins me, coming to standstill at my side. “Are you sure about this? You’re really under no pressure to move out of my place.”
My shoulders relax, and for the first time this week I feel like this might actually be the right decision, that it could work. I look at Quinn, and see the trepidation and concern in her eyes. She’s as scared of this change as I am, but she just won’t say it. “Yes,” I reply. “You’re moving on to the next step in your life, Quinn, and now it’s my turn. Nothing has to change. You spend most of our time at Jarred’s anyway and we’ll still see each other every day. We’ll just have to schedule our sleep overs from now on.”
Quinn nods her head. “Okay.”
I look back at the estate agent. “I’ll take it,” I say. “Where do I sign?”
~ Kyler ~
Frustration. That’s what I feel. That’s what I’ve been feeling all week, ever since Cassey turned her back on me and walked away on Saturday night. That was almost a week ago. I’ve buried myself in my work, attending meetings with my father, learning as much as I can so that I won’t think about her. I’ve never been told ‘no’ before, especially not by a woman, but that’s no what really bothers me. What bothers me is my inability to read Cassey, when I’ve been able to read every other woman before her. But then again, I’ve come to realize, after spending time with her, that she’s nothing like the woman I’ve been with. And that’s what keeps me drawn to her. I know little about her, about who she is, but I want to know. God, when did I grow a vagina? Her body gives away her attraction to me, but her face, and her eyes, are guarded, like she’s fighting our obvious attraction to each other. Silly woman. One way or another, she’ll give into me. She has to.
Deciding I can’t take it anymore, I push back my chair and walk out of my office. I take the elevator down two floors and head to Cassey’s office. She’s on the phone when I walk in and shut the door, locking it behind me. “Quinn, I’ll call you back,” she says. She stands and steps around her desk. “Kyler, what are you doing?” Her voice is quiet, surprised.
I hesitate, but only for a split second. “What I should’ve done a week ago,” I reply, closing the gap between us. I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her into me, crashing my mouth onto hers. Her resistance doesn’t last long. Her mouth moves with mine and when our tongues meet, a moan escapes through her lips. Her hands rest on my chest, and I think she’s going to push me away, but she doesn’t. I take the chance to wind my arm around her waist and lift her. When her legs come around my hips I thank God that she’s wearing pants and carry her to the sofa by the windows. My lips leave hers and I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her sweet skin. I lay her down and bring my mouth back to hers. She nibbles on my lip, her hands on my back, and my cock hardens. I was hard when I walked in here, but now it’s almost painful. I rub my erection between her legs, swallowing the gasp that slips from her mouth. My hand moves up her side and I cup her breast, kneading it until her nipple hardens beneath her bra.
“Kyler,” she breathes heavily, breaking our kiss. “We shouldn’t - ” “But we are,” I interrupt her. “And we will. I told you I want you, Cassey, and I wasn’t lying. I just needed to show you that you wanted this as much as I do.”
I kiss her again, for the last time, and climb off her. I rake my hands through my hair and catch my breath. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips tumid from my assault, and she sits up to right her disheveled appearance.
“I will have you, Cass, whether you admit it or not, and it won’t be long before you give in to me.”
With that, I spin around and leave her office before I fuck her on that sofa. I smile to myself, committing how she looked to memory. I admit it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done, and I was only thinking with my dick, but something about the way she felt pressed up against me, writhing beneath me as I devoured her mouth, and touched her. Felt so incredibly right, and necessary. I couldn’t help myself. I want her, and I won’t stop until I have her.
Chapter 6
~ Cassey ~
Kyler walks out of my office, leaving me a complete mess of confusion, lust and wanton. Why did he just do that? Does he think this is some of kind of game. The click of my office door is what brings me to my feet, and I quickly fix my tousled clothes. My chest is heaving, and it has nothing to do with the sudden anger I feel bubbling up towards the surface. I’m angry now, because he has some nerve to come in here and man handle me, after I told him ‘no’ the first time. But I’m also turned on as hell, and that makes me angry to. I wish I didn’t respond to him, or the way he made me feel moments go, but I can’t deny how good it felt to have him kiss me like he wanted to. I’m sure if he hadn’t stopped it, I would’ve been naked by now, with him on top of me and most likely, inside me. I huff, and grab my purse from my desk. I need to get out of here. It’s not even three pm yet, but if I stay here any longer after what just transpired I might be tempted to finish what Kyler started.