Okay, I'll admit.
I might've gone too far by getting intimate with him. He must've been drunk and didn't know what he was doing. So all I had to do now was to pretend like last night never happened.
I went straight to my office and tried to keep all of my focus at work, but memories of last night kept flashing before my eyes. The way his hands roamed my body, the way he smelled. I could still feel the sensation I felt when he tightly wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked it gently. Goddammit, why can't I get it out of my mind?
Thankfully, the phone on my desk rang, and I was jolted back to reality. I quickly picked it up, feeling grateful for the distraction.
"Mr. Price, Ethan would like to see you in his office," Ethan's assistant Sally informed me from the other line.
Fuck...what does he want?
No time to think. I saved my work and headed to his office. A hundred questions running through my brain. Is he calling me for a work-related thing? Or is he going to bring up last night? Because if he is, I was determined to shoot him down. He was nothing but one of my one night stands.
"Hello, Mr. Price, you got here fast!" Sally said and offered me a big smile.
"Sally, you don't have to keep calling me Mr. Price. You can call me Corey," I smiled reassuringly.
"Sure, Corey. Ethan is waiting for you in his office so go right in," Sally said.
I didn't waste any time and pushed through the heavy wooden door. Ethan was leaned against the glass window, looking out at the street. The sunlight seeping through the window made his dark hair shine, and his blue eyes sparkle. What an angelic face for a demon! I scoffed.
I must've scoffed out loud because he turned around right away and acknowledged my presence. His lips curled into a smile. "Hey Corey, you're here," he said.
I cleared my throat. "I thought we discussed calling me by my formal last name," I tried to sound tough.
His smile didn't falter and stayed frozen on his face. He walked closer to me. A sweet smell hit my nose. He must be wearing cologne.
"Oh, so we are playing hard to get again?" he said in a low voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about boss, why did you call me in?" I asked.
"Corey...oh sorry, I mean Mr. Price, did you know your ears turn bright red every time you become flustered?" Ethan smirked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I moved back slightly as he stepped even closer to me.
"I'm talking about how your ears turned bright red as I was talking to you, and it's so fucking cute," he whispered in my ear.
I felt incredibly hot in this air-conditioned room. What was this bastard trying to do to me? I took a deep breath. I won't let him break me.
"Ba...back off. This isn't funny, Etha...I mean Mr. Miller. If there's nothing important, you have to tell me, or I'm going back to my office. You've wasted enough of my time, and this behavior is..." the words couldn't escape my mouth as I felt his hand grabbing the back of my neck and his lips crushed against mine. He pushed his tongue inside, claiming my mouth hungrily. My mind went blank as I tasted him. He tasted of something sweet, perhaps the honey from the tea he drinks every morning.
My heart was fluttering at full speed, and I felt my pants tighten. Things were not going the way I want again. I was supposed to leave him hanging and make him beg for more. But as he was kissing me back, open-mouthed, his stubbles rubbing against my skin, I felt guilty as if I was betraying myself by enjoying this. He made me feel powerless again, and I didn't like that. I placed both of my hands on his chest and shoved him with all of my strength.
Ethan stumbled backward, but the table behind him prevented him from falling to the ground. We were both panting from our breathless kiss. He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face. "What's the matter? Am I a bad kisser?" he raised his eyebrows.
This asshole was the best kiss I've ever had, and I am taking this fact to my grave.
"Keep your disgusting mouth away from mine. We are at work, and you have no right to touch me or kiss me like this," I declared.
"How can you say that after what we did last night?" he said in an amused tone.
"What we did? I forgot about it already because it meant nothing. You were just one more notch on my belt. I just wanted to do it once. To see that vulnerable and pathetic face you made when you came. So that I could feel like I was in control, you know?" I leaned towards him. "Well, the show's over, and I'm bored of you already. So let's call it a one night stand and move on with our lives."
Ethan's face turned grim. "You don't mean that."
"But I do. I am not that sixteen year old Corey pining over the unattainable and mighty Ethan anymore. I've slept with countless other men, and you're just one of them. Hell...I didn't even sleep with you! It was barely pleasurable. You suck at giving hand jobs. Maybe you should go back to sticking it in the pussy so you can continue to give half-assed pleasure to women because I sure don't want you!"
I smiled triumphantly as I saw the hurt look on his face. I finally got through to him. His nerve of steel was finally breaking. Victory shall be mine!
"Anyway, now that you know you're nothing, let's pretend like last night never happened and keep this relationship professional. Cool? Have a great day," I said and turned around to walk out of the office dramatically.
But before I could get close to the exit door, I felt a hand grabbing my collar from the back. I yelped as he yanked me towards him. Goddammit, why was he so strong?