After a month of staying at Casey's I feel like I'm starting to get back to myself. Well, as much as I know myself that is. Justin and I still talk at least once a day whether he calls me or I call him. A part of me still holds onto him because he seems to be the only part of my past that I can't truly remember. I feel like I'm less stressed though, and I also feel like there's a lot less pressure on me because Justin and I aren't a thing. We're friends, but that's all I really want to be with him. Just friends.

"Reina," Carter steps into my office and closes the door behind him, a manilla envelope in hand. "I really enjoyed the manuscript you forwarded to me. You've got a great taste in novels."

"That's great to hear." I smile, still embarrassed from our encounter a few weeks ago. I haven't been able to talk to him much since then.

"Yeah," He smiles back, leaning against the door like he always tends to do. "Is that a new dress?"

Now my cheeks feel like they're on fire because he definitely pays attention to what I wear. This is a new dress, in fact I bought it the other day with Casey on our trip to the mall. I needed new outfits for work, and we had found this in one of those really fancy stores that I can't remember the name of. It's a plum colored bodycon dress with a gold zipper that starts at the neck and continues all the way down before it stops at the bottom of my spine. I loved it on, and I guess Carter enjoys it too.

"It is," I say. "Thank you for noticing."

"Kind of hard not to," He shrugs, opening up the door again. "You're beautiful, Reina."

When the door closes I have no idea what to do. I don't know what this feeling is going on inside of my stomach right now. It's like a ton of little butterflies are going off all at once and I can't seem to stop them. All I can do is smile so hard that I bite my lip to try and stop it but it's no use. I can't think about Carter all day, or what his comment meant, so instead I throw myself into my work to try and finish.

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It's ten at night when I'm finally done reading the last manuscript. I'm completely drained, and all my body wants to do is sleep. I'm digging around in my purse for the keys to lock my office up until I see a light on in Carter's office. He immediately looks up once he notices that someone else is still here other than him.

"Working late?" I ask.

"Unfortunately." He sighs, taking a sip of what I'm assuming to be coffee. "Lots of emails to be sent, lots of manuscripts to be edited, lots of everything to be done. You know?"
"Trust me, I know." I giggle, inching towards his office. He waves me in and directs me to sit down next to him in a chair, which I do. There's a thermos on his desk, and he takes a plastic cup from behind him and pours me a cup of coffee.

"Drink it." He smirks. "We both need it."

Doing a fake toast, he clinks his cup with mine and we both take a sip. There's papers all over his desk. He looks extremely stressed out and tired, the bags under his eyes slightly evident. I suppose that's because I'm analyzing every inch of his face right now, but it's kind of hard to ignore. He looks so sexy with his suit on. When he brings his hand up to loosen his tie to take it off, I take a large gulp.

"So I heard some employees talking about some sort of accident you were in a few months ago?" He asks. The look on my face must tell him that what he just asked bothered me because he clears his throat and says, "I mean, you don't have to tell me. Just figured I'd ask."

"It's okay," I say quietly. "Um, yeah. I was in a car accident and I lost my memory for a bit. I don't remember the last two years or so."

"Wow," He responds. "I can't imagine. That must be really hard to deal with."

"It is..." I admit. "Or, was I guess. I had a boyfriend at the time and I couldn't remember anything after the accident. We tried to make it work, but last month I had to end things. I just didn't feel the same about him as everyone told me I felt. I mean I'm not sure if I ever was actually in love with him or if I was just good at putting on a show. I guess I'll never know."

He's staring at me with a small smile on his face, and that's when I realize that I'm rambling. "Sorry," I mumble, embarrassed for the millionth time in front of him it seems like. "I shouldn't be telling anyone this, especially my boss."

"No, please." He chuckles, leaning back in his desk chair. "Continue. Anything to get my mind off of this work is great. I actually got out of a relationship a few months ago myself, so I sort of know what you're going through. It's not easy, but it gets better. Eventually you find someone who takes your mind off of it." Then he looks at me and his expression changes slightly, almost as if he's trying to tell me something. "Pretty sure I've found that person."

"Really?" I choke out, already knowing the answer. "Who?"

"You." He answers honestly. "I won't lie. I'm man enough to admit when I'm into someone."

I'm unable to find anything to respond to him, all I can do is stare at him blankly in shock. I thought he hated me from what he heard me say at the elevators a few weeks back. I mean, now and then he'd come into my office and give me updates on manuscripts but that's just what a boss does. He's never tried to make a move on me until today.

"Why?" I blurt before I can stop it.

"Why?" He laughs, sending me a confused glance. "Why not? Your personality is infectious, Reina. I come into work everyday and you always have a smile on your face, you're always trying to brighten everyone's day, including mine. You're down right gorgeous, so there's that too. What's there not to like?"

I find myself moving closer to him, reminding me of how I used to be in high school. I can't help it though. I don't remember the last time I had sex honestly. I'm craving it though, I've been craving it for awhile. Is hooking up with my boss the smartest decision? Not by any means, but then again I've never made good decisions so what the hell?

He doesn't fight it. He puts his coffee cup down onto the desk and places his hands onto my knees, running his fingertips over the hemline on my dress.

"This dress..." He trails off, tugging on his bottom lip. "Damn."

I grab his tie that's loosely hung around his neck and strip him of it, placing it gently beside me onto the desk. "That tie..." I giggle, mimicking him. "Damn."
It doesn't take long before he pulls me up from the chair and makes me straddle him, slamming his lips against mine. His tongue slips inside of my mouth, and I'm moaning back into him as I'm trying to unbutton his shirt. It feels like we've both been wanting this for so long now, like we've been hiding our attraction from each other for the longest. I'm having trouble keeping up with this makeout session as his lips are going all over my neck, his hands tugging on the zipper of my dress to get it off.

"God," I breathe out helplessly. "Fuck."

He picks me up and slams me onto the desk, papers going everywhere before I feel his fingers rub my underwear. I'm currently unable to speak, all I'm able to do is moan uncontrollably and beg silently for more.

"I've wanted to do this since the day I saw you." He muttered, slipping his fingers inside of me. "Fuck you're perfect."

My dress falls to the ground, and his dress shirt is off, revealing a glorious eight pack staring back at me. My eyes are greedily trailing up and down him, a small smirk beginning to grow on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"Have you seen better?" He laughs, referring to our encounter a few weeks ago. I don't reply to him, instead I reach for his belt and help him take his pants off. His kisses are sloppy and wet all over my stomach, and once he reaches my underwear he doesn't stop. All he does is move them to the side, sticking his tongue directly on me. I cry out in bliss, sinking my fingertips into the top of his shoulders to try and somehow get out how good this feels. 

"Oh my god." I moan. "Yes, please don't stop."

"So fucking pretty." He mutters into my skin. "Mm."

I grasp onto the sides of my desk knowing that I'm close until he suddenly stops, removes his briefs and eases himself inside of me. I'm so horny that I can't even fathom how hot this is that we're having sex on his desk right now. It's so hot in this office, the both of our bodies beginning to sweat as he picks up his motions.

"So tight." He moans, grasping my thighs. "God, you feel so good."

I call out his name as I come undone, him pulling out and following not too far behind. We're both breathing heavily as we're trying to come down from the high we were just on, the room suddenly becoming eerily quiet. I sit up finally and look at all of the papers that are all over the floor now.

"Oops," I giggle. "Sorry."

Putting on his pants, he passes me back my dress and shrugs his shoulder. "Totally worth it." He smirks. "It's exactly how I pictured it to be."

"Really? You thought of us having sex in here?"

"Oh plenty of times. I see you walk to reception at least five times a day. Trust me, you gave me lots to picture."

Once my dress is fastened, he instructs me to turn around so he can zip up the zipper. As I feel it go up my spine I get a strange sensation in my body, a shiver taking over. My heart is feeling like I've done something wrong, or as if I'm in pain, but I have no reason to be. I can't explain it.

"You okay?" Carter asks, fastening the zipper.

"Yeah..." I trail off, picking up my purse from the ground. "I think so. I'm probably um- gonna go home now. I work again tomorrow so I need to get some sleep."

"Of course," He agrees, leading me over to the door. "You can stay if you'd like, but I understand if you need to go."

"This stays between us right? Like, I don't want this going around the office. I'd much rather keep this between you and I."

"Secret's safe with me." He smirks, kissing me gently on the cheek. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah." I smile back. "See you tomorrow Carter."

When the door to his office closes and I'm heading back to the elevators I hug my stomach to try and somehow get rid of the feeling. It seems to be never ending, like my stomach is raw and it keeps eating away at it. When we were having sex I felt fine, everything felt right. But when he zipped up my dress it triggered this horrible horrible feeling. I suppose I'll have to bring it up at counseling to try and figure out what the hell it means, but all I know is that I utterly hate this feeling. 

A/N:

OMG I love sex scenes SO MUCH

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