"May I have my badge, please." managing a smile. Thoughts of what it would be like to fuck him raced through my mind, my stomach quivering rapidly.
He offered it back to me, exposing a gold and graphite rolex, expensive cuff links. I made every effort to avoid touching him, but it was useless as his fingers brushed past mines, the electrifying ripples returning.
"Thank you" I muttered, dropping the ID in top drawer, his gaze sweeping over me.
"You are more than what I had expected Adela and I am elated to know that you are mines."
My mouth dropped open, but no words came out I was speechless by his bold pronouncement.
"Please expect around noon, to take you to lunch." and with that he turned on his heels walking out.
My gaze immersed in his back until he was out of sight. I have never seen hair that pure, that black. He must dye it a lot.
The length much to long, touching his collar giving him a tempestuous look.
I took a seat anger, mostly at myself for being in such a ridiculous, awkward trance, pushing to my feet as Mr Waterman, my boss walked in with a broad smile on his face.
I had to admit he looked great today dressed in his signature color, black. His shirt and tie a soft gray.