Chapter Six:

Monday, February 15th, 2016

8:08 A.M.

The rush of working people, and the scent of hand sanitizer overwhelms me as I step inside the building.

I swallow hard, brushing my hands over the length of my pencil skirt. I have the headache feeling that somebody, somewhere, is watching me.

Like they know. Like Trey told them.

No one gives me a second glance as I power walk through the halls, making my way to Trey's office. I only hope that he's here.

Of course he is. He's always one of the first people to arrive in the morning.

I think he and I are past formalities. Way past. I don't bother knocking on the door. I burst in, letting the door swing open a bit out of control for a second.

Trey's eyes lift sharply from his computer at the noise. For an instant, he holds a scowl, as if I'm the last person he wants to see.

"Did you tell?" I hiss at him before he can have a chance to kick me out. I move closer to his desk, keeping my voice low.

His thick brows pull together. "What?"

I roll my eyes, feeling my paranoia levels raise. Can't he answer me straightly for once? "Did you tell anybody about me? About my past?"

He pushes his chair back two inches, and then stands up. His height compared to mine has me backing up. God, he intimidates me.

"No," he finally whispers. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his tan slacks. "Why? Did you want me to?"

Is he playing those mind games with me again? "What? No! Of course not!"

A smirk pulls onto his mouth. "You're too easy to rile up, Rachel."

"Stop it!" I reach out to slap him, but he avoids me. "Quit messing with me!"

"But I can't help it." He takes a step towards me, advancing seductively. "I want to play with you, toy with you, tease you."

I swallow hard again, but it doesn't work. I feel a block building in my throat. "I'm not a doll."

Trey blinks slowly, his eyes following the length of my entire body until they land on my face. "I want what I want. Don't deprive me of what I desire, Rachel."

My body goes rigid. Images from last night flash in my mind; Trey touching me constantly, him pushing me onto my knees, demanding me to pleasure him. Him threatening me with the truth, and then him holding me close to him in the aftermath.

"I thought you were done with me?" I swallow hard, remembering his last words to me the night before.

His eyes light up, the corners of his smirk pushing the limits. "I can't resist the things I don't finish."

He should scare me. He should have me wanting to escape from his office. But as he passes by me and closes the door of his office, I feel my body shiver with excitement.

I can't deny it any longer. No matter how messed up he and I are, I still want him. I will always want him.

As he circles back in front of me, his fingers delicately caress my jawline. I shut my eyes, leaning onto his hand. A sigh leaves my mouth. Fuck, he messes me up to the point of no return.

"I just knew," he pauses, sliding his jacket off of his shoulders and tossing it onto the chair. "I just knew that you would visit me today." He pulls open a drawer on his desk, reaches in, and takes out a square silver object. He holds it up in the dim light. "I had a feeling we'd need this."

Of course he'd bring a condom to work. Who doesn't when they fantasize about their co-worker?

He tosses it onto his desk before grabbing my bicep into his hand roughly, pulling me against him. "I want you close," Trey whispers into my ear, our cheeks pressing against each other. The snag of his stubble sends heat to my core.

His hands slide from my arms to my waist. He hums to himself while I shake in his grasp. I feel his touch slip down my skirt. My mind runs wild with ideas of how he'll fuck me, where he'll do it, and when.

My throat trembles as I try to process the words and sounds that escape from it. "I-I..." I shudder, my words stammering as he yanks on the zipper on the side of my skirt. "Oh..."

Hovering on his knees, he keeps his eyes locked on me. He grasps the bottom of the tight clothing, and with a single pull, he has it down on my ankles.

Trey uses his palms to stroke up my calves, and then down again. "Your legs are so sexy," he hums in a low voice. He leans into me more, pressing his hot mouth against the smooth skin.

The mere contact has my mind exploding like a thousand Pop Rocks got stuck in there. I throw my head back, letting a soft moan escape into the air.

He doesn't tell me to keep quiet, and I don't remind him to. The thought of the possibility of getting caught slowly and eventually slips from my mind.

As soon as he stands again, I grab him by the collar of his buttoned shirt. Without a single thought, I pull it at the seams, ripping it open as buttons fly everywhere.

"Wow," I stifle a giggle. "I thought that only worked in the movies."

He smirks, leaning down, holding my face as he kisses me. His mouth moves at a steady beat until the tension builds so high, we move faster. I want him now. I need to feel him inside of me.

We keep our lips locked. My palms trace down his bare, slightly hairy chest until I reach the belt that keeps me from what I desire. I blindly paw at it, trying to picture how to unbuckle it with my eyes shut.

Finally, it's undone. I yank hard, pulling it from the loops around his slacks. It falls to the floor with a soft clank.

The heat kicks on from the vent under his desk. It blasts me with air, reminding me that my skirt is gone, but I still have my shirt on.

Like he can read my mind, Trey begins to unbutton my shirt. He takes his time, undoing them one-by-one. I groan as we kiss, and he takes my signal. With a pull from him, my shirt is ripped in half. It falls from my shoulders, leaving me only in my underwear.

I pull my mouth away, panting hard. "I'm ready," I gasp, trying to catch my breath. "I can't wait any longer."

His smirk widens into a grin. Trey uses my hips to spin me until I face the desk. He pushes me down onto it so my belly lays flat with my ass in the air. I hear the sound of his pants falling to the floor. He takes the condom off of the desk from beside me, opens it, and I hear him slide it on.

"Are you ready for me?" he whispers, his voice sending chills along my back. I nod, pressing my cheek against the dark wood. I feel him move the slip of cloth from my panties aside, and then I feel it there.

Without asking my virgin status - which is irrelevant at this point - he pushes inside of me. Hard. I cry out, feeling the cavity expand at his roughness.

Fucking A. Although I'm not a virgin, I sure would have thought I was.

Trey thrusts, rocking me against the desk. He groans as he grips my hips, and I hold onto the edges of the furniture. I close my eyes, moaning loudly. The desk slams into the wall in front of it once, twice, three times.

My bare stomach rubs wrong against the surface, leaving an itchy feeling in the wake. The uncomfortable feeling turns into a stimulant, making the pain feel pleasurable.

"Fuck," he hisses, his hips hitting my ass. "Oh, baby, you feel good."

I sigh, resting my eyes as I enjoy the ride. He drives me, letting me relax deep in the passenger seat until I feel ready for more.

A rigid gasp leaves my lips. "Oh, Trey! I'm gonna -!"

"What the fuck is going on here!?"

Trey's movements come to a complete hault. The throbbing inside of me pulses painfully. I slowly turn my head to look at the door where fluorescent light now enters the room.

Our short, chubby, bald boss stands in the threshold, his arms crossed over his chest and the meanest frown on his old, fat face.

"Mr. Donovan," Mr. Ives begins. "If you'd please exit Ms. Summers, follow me into my office."

We remain still. Mr. Ives's eyebrow ticks. "Now. It wasn't a suggestion."

Trey pulls out of me. I wince, feeling my body start to fall into a puddle.

The two men leave the room. I stay frozen on the desk, unable to move or breathe.

Once again, I find myself extremely unsatisfied.