Accidentally On Purpose Part 4

Chapter Seven

We woke up before the sun came up, showered (separately) and ate a quick breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee. Kyle dressed in some warm clothes of my brother's again and I had found a pair of boots that fit him.

"I don't think I've ever seen so much snow in my whole life." I said when we stepped outside for the first time.

"Probably not," Kyle handed me a shovel.

It took us longer than expected to finish outside. I thought having the snow blower made things faster, but really all it did was save Kyle from killing his back shoveling. After we got inside and got out of our wet clothes, I made us some hot chocolate to take some of the chill out of our bones.

"I haven't had hot chocolate in years," Kyle smiled at the mug I gave him. He happily poked at the large marshmallow I added.

"You've been deprived."

"I have. Thank you." He grinned at me. "The chili smells awesome." He glanced toward the counter where the crock pot was. I had started it as soon as I woke up.

Kyle c.o.c.ked his head and looked at me kind of funny.

"What?" I tugged on my s.h.i.+rt, trying to cover my legs a little. We had literally stripped out of our wet pants, socks, and footwear in the foyer. We were standing in the kitchen in just our s.h.i.+rts and underwear.

"Nothing." He looked away, and before I could press him further, he started talking about work. We ended up in the office for over an hour.

Even though we were on a different level of understanding now, office talk always turned Kyle into a d.i.c.k again. I knew he didn't necessarily mean it, but it was hard for him to stop. I didn't comment on it. Why should I? I knew, that he knew, that I knew he was a d.i.c.k when it came to work.

We ate chili in the middle of the afternoon and while Kyle got ready to go, I packed him some chili to take home. He stood in the foyer, hesitant to go, talking about anything and everything. I finally had to cut him off.

"You should go. We still don't know how bad the roads are and it would be better for you to go in daylight."

Hesitantly, he nodded in agreement.

"I will see you at work tomorrow," I said, opening the door for him.

"Sure." He walked out of the door and didn't look back.

Chapter Eight

It's been three weeks since the weekend I was snowed in with Kyle. The first couple of days back to work were more awkward than I think either of us expected. On that first day while I was standing next to him at the copy machine, he whispered that I smelled really good. I had whispered a thank you, but whispering in a corner with him made me feel funny and I walked away before all of my copies were even finished.

Since I was always last to leave, I found myself alone with him at the end of the night more than once. In the past, neither of us felt the need to fill the silence with useless conversation, but those first couple of nights we both did it. It stopped being awkward when one night as we were filling the silence, Jess stepped off of the elevator. Although we were already a few feet apart, we both backed up and quickly went our separate ways.

It was another Monday morning, and Kyle was being a d.i.c.k. He was so wound up, he snapped at anyone and everyone, including me. His bad att.i.tude was putting the entire office on edge, starting a chain reaction of short tempers, making everyone's work suffer. Most of the time I was able to calm the staff, lighten up the mood with rewarding comments about their work, or by offering some kind of incentive for good work done despite their a.s.shole boss.

Today, however, nothing I said worked. People rolled their eyes or huffed out irritated sighs when I tried to smooth things over. I suppose I couldn't blame them, even with my new insight into the man he was outside of work, my own patience was wearing thin.

I sat at my desk, staring at his office door, and thinking. I had to do something before the whole d.a.m.n work week went to h.e.l.l. I absent mindedly played with a few strands of hair, when a memory flashed in my mind. During our last romp, Kyle kept burying his face in my hair.

"Your hair always smells so good," he had whispered.

Later, I asked him "Are you in the habit of smelling my hair when I'm not paying attention?" I had asked as a joke, not prepared for his response.

He smiled sheepishly. "Maybe I am..."

I couldn't respond, didn't know what to say to that. I was maybe a little freaked out by such a stalker-like thing, but at the same time, my heart sped up with pleasure.

"s.h.i.+t," I said at my desk. I jumped up and walked over to Kyle's office door, running my fingers through my hair as I went. As an afterthought, I rushed back to my desk and grabbed a file off of my desk.

"What!" He barked when I knocked.

I let myself in and walked over to his desk. I almost always stood on the opposite side of his desk when I talked to him, but this time, as if I did it all of the time, I stood next to him. I put the folder on his desk and opened it.

"What is this?" He grumbled.

"You have to sign these," I snapped, trying to match his tone.

"Now? Don't you realize how busy I am!"

"We're all busy!" I leaned over him and started rifling through the papers. I flipped my hair so that it hung over my shoulder, a few inches from his face. I took a painstaking amount of time to search through the paper work, cursing under my breath.

In reality, I knew exactly what he needed to sign, where it was, and it really didn't need to be signed right then. After a half a minute of this, I started to worry that my dumb blonde plan (and I'm a total brunette) wasn't going to work, but I suddenly realized how quiet he was. After another moment, I felt his fingers raking through my hair. I pretended this was okay, didn't even acknowledge it, and magically found the paperwork he needed to sign.

"Here. Sign these, please, Mr. Sterling." I handed him a pen and stood up straight.

He stared up at me for a few seconds before he started signing. He looked looked a little calmer, but I couldn't be sure until he opened his mouth. a little calmer, but I couldn't be sure until he opened his mouth.

"Feel better?" I asked when he stood up and handed me the folder.

He reached out and entwined his fingers in a few wavy locks, leaned in close to me and inhaled.

"Yes," he said simply. His hand slowly slid down the length of my hair, the back of his hand lightly brus.h.i.+ng my neck before he let go.

The skin on my neck felt like it was on fire, and I actually stood there with my dumb mouth hanging open for several seconds before I was able to collect myself and leave the room.

When Kyle came out of his office a short time later, his demeanor was pretty relaxed. He made sure to find a reason to visit several areas of the office so that his new mood would hopefully rub off on everyone else. I was shocked by this, and thought maybe he had been paying attention after all that night at my house. Of course, my awesome scented hair was a big contributor.

As he pa.s.sed by my desk, he smiled and winked before disappearing into his office. I smiled, despite myself, and then got mad at my smiling mouth and bit hard on my bottom lip as punishment. Dumb mouth.

Every now and then, I went with Kyle on business lunches, depending on the clientele. While I understood much about the business, I wasn't there to partic.i.p.ate. I was there as eye candy. Kyle told me so directly early in our professional relations.h.i.+p. I was slightly offended, and was tempted to beat his face in, but I knew appearances meant a lot to many of our clients. It was absolutely ridonkulous, but I understood that fact. If Jess wasn't available, and she often was not, I would go. The Wednesday after the hair smelling thing was one of those occasions.

My hair was pinned up that day, but in the back of the company car on the way to the restaurant, Kyle insisted that I let my hair down. He helped me unpin it, and didn't hesitate to take a whiff when I was finished fixing it.

"Do you have earrings in your purse? Put them on."

"I feel like an upscale wh.o.r.e," I grumbled, digging out a pair of small gold hoops.

"But I pay you so well," he smiled and took the earrings from me. It was true, I did get paid extra every time I did this. He put the earrings in my ears, letting his fingers linger a little too long on my skin. It took everything inside of me not to gasp.

Much attention was paid to me by the two clients at the beginning of the meeting. I played along, flirting lightly and smiling too much, until they finally got down to business.

Even though Kyle had the tendency to be a d.i.c.k, from the beginning, I liked watching him talk when he was negotiating. He spoke pa.s.sionately, expressively, and with a conviction not even the hardest a.s.s business man could ignore. As usual, I watched him as he spoke, watched him flash his million dollar smile, and watched his muscles move under his dress s.h.i.+rt.

Oh s.h.i.+t. When did I start paying attention to When did I start paying attention to that that? I also watched his lips, and would find myself daydreaming about the places his lips had been on my body. I tried really hard to redirect my attention elsewhere, but it was a long meeting. At some point, I gave up, and let myself go a little wild in the head, remembering how his fingers felt on me, and in me. I looked at his hair, recalling how it felt to run my hands through it. When he looked over at me, my own face must have given me away, because I immediately saw something like l.u.s.t form in his eyes before he reluctantly looked away.

A few minutes later, while the client was on a telephone call and his partner was speaking to the waitress, I jumped when I felt Kyle's hand on my upper thigh. He didn't look at me, and his other hand was out in the open on the table. He traced small circles on my thigh, slowly moving down my leg until he hit my stockinged knee. He paused for a few seconds before moving his hand to the inside of my leg and traced circles up, under my skirt, as far as his hand could go without making noticeable adjustments.

I froze, shocked and incredibly turned on. I didn't know if I should move away, move his hand, pinch him, or shove his hand further up my skirt. Before I could figure out what to do, he pinched me, kind of hard, and I started in my seat. The motion somehow closed the distance between us, and his fingers were under my garter straps, following them up my thigh until he reached pay dirt.

I cleared my throat to cover the moan that started to escape my lips. The meeting was coming to a close, and Kyle reluctantly removed his hand. When he shook hands with the men, he used his "clean" hand. When they departed, I slumped in my seat and noisily exhaled. I took the straw out of my girly drink and downed the thing in a few swallows. I then reached over and drank the rest of Kyle's drink, too. He watched me with amus.e.m.e.nt.

"It's not funny," I growled.

"Why are you so mad?" He asked, draping an arm around me.

I sputtered some incoherent words before growling in frustration.

"What?" He asked in a low, velvety voice. "You mad at me? Did I violate you?"

He was making a joke of it, which set my head on fire. Our booth was in a back corner and no one sat close by. He felt free to put his hand back up my skirt.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered in my ear.

I couldn't answer, because I was in the middle of an intense (very quiet) o.r.g.a.s.m. I allowed myself two more, before I shoved him away.

"We agreed not to go there again," I said, breathlessly.

"You started it."

"I did not not!"

"Oh no?" His eyebrows went up.

"No!"

"So, you didn't purposely lean over me on Monday? Exposing me to your cleavage and the scent of your hair I love so much?"

I stared at him. "I didn't mean to show you cleavage."

"Ah," he smiled. "But you meant for me to smell your hair."

I looked away, my face burning. "You needed to get a grip and calm down. Your att.i.tude sucked and was f.u.c.king up the morale of the entire office."

"But you did start it..."

I looked at him with what I hoped was a hard expression. "Now I'm ending it. Again. Now move so I can go to the bathroom."

A couple of weeks after the restaurant incident, it had been snowing on my way into work. By the time I got into the building, I looked like the abominable snow woman. On the elevator, Luke from legal also looked like a snow beast.

"You're melting," he pointed to the puddle growing at my feet.

"I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West."

He did an impressive impression of the witch during her watery demise, making me laugh.

"Do witches eat?" Luke asked me after we reached his floor. He held the elevator doors open.

"What?" His question caught me off guard.

"Do you want to have lunch with a warlock today?"

It wasn't the first time he's asked me to lunch and I have only gone a couple of times. I didn't have anything against Luke. He was a nice guy and we had a similar sense of humor, but I was usually too busy to have lunch anywhere but my desk. My mom was right, although I would never tell her. My job kept me from a lot of things. Not that I had considered rolling around in bed with Luke or even dating him, but I haven't even opened myself to any any possibilities. And what happened with Kyle was ridiculous behavior not to be repeated, and we were supposed to be moving on. Therefore... possibilities. And what happened with Kyle was ridiculous behavior not to be repeated, and we were supposed to be moving on. Therefore...

"Lunch would be great. 12:30?"

"Perfect." He grinned. "Meet you at your desk? I will bring something."

"Sure. Now get out so I can get to work." I gave him a small shove and the doors closed.

"So, I guess I should have asked you this before," Luke said on our lunch date.

"Asked me what?" I said, through a mouth full of salad. I knew it wasn't lady like to talk with my mouth full, but I never claimed to be a proper lady.

"If you were seeing anyone. I ask you every now and then and most of the time you say no."