I glance at Aria from my office, my eyes roaming over her. She looks beautiful today, and Iâm not the only one who notices. So far, Riley has dropped by her desk seven times. Seven times, and it isnât even noon yet.
Every time he interrupts her work, she smiles at him, without a trace of annoyance. I watch as he walks up to her yet again, his tablet in hand. I have no doubt heâs asking some complete bullshit questions. I never would have hired him if he needed this much help. Nah. Itâs Ariaâs attention heâs after, and she doesnât even realize it.
I watch as his eyes drop to her chest and I grit my teeth. I loved that blouse on her this morning, but right now, I love it a little less. The possessiveness I feel toward her is unreal. She was only ever meant to be a responsibility, so why is she rapidly becoming more? The way I held her in my arms last night⦠I shouldnât have, but I couldnât resist. I wanted to feel her against me. Knowing she couldnât sleep, that she was sad⦠I wanted to be the one to take her pain away. I told myself Iâd stay away, but I canât.
I want her eyes on me, and no one but me. I want her smiles, her laughter, I want . I want her to myself. I breathe a sigh of relief when Riley finally walks away and grab my phone.
I watch as Aria picks up her phone, smiling as she unlocks it. She bursts into laughter, and I smile to myself.
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I smirk as I type my reply.
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I watch Aria tense, and I wonder if sheâs pressing her legs together the way I imagine she is. I might not be able to say any of this to her, but I can say it to Nyx. I canât walk in and steal her attention away from Riley the way I want to, but Ash can.
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I watch as Aria glances around the office, her cheeks bright red. She hesitates, and then starts typing.
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I grin, loving the way her cheeks are flaming, the way her breathing seems to quicken. I wonder if sheâs getting wet reading about my fantasies. I want to walk over to her and pull her out of her chair to kiss her. Fuck.
I watch her as she reads my text, her eyes wide. She swallows hard, her body tense. Yeah, Iâve got her turned on.
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She runs a hand through her hair, her cheeks blazing. Iâve never seen her blush this badly, and I love it. She rises from her seat, her phone in her hand, and I frown. She glances toward the bathrooms, hesitating before taking a step away from her desk. No fucking way. A strange burst of jealousy settles in my stomach, and it makes no sense whatsoever. But I donât like the idea of her touching herself because of . I want it to be me.
âAria?â I call as she walks past my open office door. She pauses, and when she turns to face me, her expression is anguished. I smile at her and tip my head to the side, indicating for her to come in.
The frustration in her eyes brings a smile to my face. Itâs about time our roles reversed⦠sheâs been driving me crazy for weeks now.
Aria walks into my office, and I take her in. Sheâs wearing a short pencil skirt today, combined with a white blouse thatâs failing to hide how hard her nipples are. She either isnât wearing a bra, or sheâs wearing one of those super soft useless ones, my favorite kind.
âCome here,â I say, my voice gruff. âTake a look at this.â
Aria nods and walks around my desk, a flash of guilt in her eyes when they meet mine. Is she thinking of the way I held her last night?
Itâs me that gets to hold her, the one she confides in⦠but itâs Ash thatâs got her wet. I hate this, and I hate that this mess is all of my own making.
I pull up some random unfinished script and Aria bends over my desk to look at it, her skirt riding up. She starts to type, unaware of the view sheâs presenting me with. The way her skirt wraps around her ass⦠damn. What would she do if I push her down on my desk and bury my face between her legs? I want my teeth wrapped around her panties and drag them down.
I sit up and lean in, making her ass brush against my chest. Aria turns around, flustered, and I wrap my hands around her hips. Sheâs leaning back against my desk, and I turn my office chair so sheâs standing between my legs, barely any distance between us.
âOh, Iâm so sorry, Gray,â she says. She looks at me, her gaze heated. My eyes drop to her hard nipples, and the way her chest moves up and down, her breathing accelerating by the second⦠itâs making me even harder than I already am.
I let go of her and shrug out of my suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders. My fingers brush against her nipples as I pull the jacket closed, and a small moan escapes her lips.
âYou must be cold,â I whisper, pulling my fingers away. Iâve already crossed far too many boundaries today, but I canât help myself. Not when it comes to her.
Aria looks away, her cheeks bright red, her blush extending down her neck. I want her naked, so I can find out if the rest of her body reddens like that, too.
âI, um, yes,â she says, flustered. She clutches the lapels of my suit jacket, unable to face me. Iâm a fucking asshole. How the fuck am I jealous of myself?