Lunch

Pedro's POV

"You haven't approved any designs in the last three weeks. The engineers are worried" Shanice squealed

"I am worried" she added as if that would somehow make me feel any different.

"I will do something about it"

"You said that last week"

I shot her a cold glare to remind her that I was still her boss and I love the way she shrunk in her seat.

"I will tell them to be patient" she said gathering her stuff and leaving my office, too scared to look back.

It's been three weeks since I employed Marco Alvarez and three weeks since I did any work. I had spent-quite shamefully- three weeks on my computer watching him do his work while I ignored mine and let it pile.

Those innocent green eyes, those sexy full lips driving me crazy by the minute. I came into the office hard and left harder that a piece of metal rod. And even though I had Fred sleeping over at my place, I was still very sexually frustrated. It was like my body knew what it wanted and wouldn't respond to anything else.

Poor Fred probably thought it must be something new about him. Maybe the new Gucci briefs he got for a thousand dollars each.

Pathetic.

I began to have lunch everyday at the second floor so that I would see him blush each time our eyes met. I would purposely sit across him so that I could watch him eat.

Imagine those lips on your body.

I shuddered at the thought.

This cute little boy was turning me into a horny pervert and I just couldn't stop myself.

I looked at my computer screen, already tuned to my favorite chanel. His gorgeous face. He was biting his lips like he always did whenever he was drawing or thinking or worried. I didn't understand how such a simple gesture could turn me on so much. I shifted in my seat and spread my legs to accommodate my bulge.

Stop being a pussy and ask him out.

What if he rejects me?

Reject you? Is he blind? He should count himself lucky that you are interested in him. Everyone wants a piece of Pedro McFarland and he gets it free of charge. That kid is lucky.

But I don't want him to want to be with me because I am hot and rich. I want him to want me plainly.

Plainly. There's absolutely nothing plain about you. Have you seen yourself. You reek of perfection. Rich, pretty and hot. What more could he ask for?

The real me?

To hell with the real you. Just ask him out and see for yourself. If he rejects you, then you can sulk for the rest of your life. But I seriously doubt that he would reject you. Have you seen him around you? He's a blushing mess whenever you do so much as move a muscle.

Okay fine, I will do it. But if he rejects me, I'm sacking him and moving on with my life.

There's always Fred

Fuck off!

I picked up the telephone on my desk and dialled his telephone number. I didn't have to look for it because I had already memorized it weeks ago. He answered on the first ring.

"Hydela Industries, how may I help you?"

That voice alone turned my insides into caramel. I felt my heart skip a beat, then start and then skip another.

What the hell was happening to me?

"Hello" his voice came again reminding me of his presence on the other side of the line. Before I could catch my voice to say anything, he ended the call.

I dialled the number again.

"I don't know who this is but if you are in the mood for pranks, try another line. I'm busy as fuck" he screamed into the phone obviously upset.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips when I heard him swear.

Imagine him screaming the word as you pound into his tight ass.

And again just as I was about to speak, he ended the call.

I dialled it again

"I swear to God...."

"Marco...."

He immediately got silent when he heard my voice and I could imagine the red staining his cheeks.

"Mr...Pedro?" he stuttered and it sounded like sweet jazz to my ears.

"I want to see you in my office" I said and hung up, too nervous to say another word.

Get it together. You are still his boss.

I soon saw him walking timidly towards my office. He looked so scared and I wondered if my voice was too hard. He knocked and walked in.

He was in a button down, long sleeved shirt over a pair of black skinny jeans. The jeans hugged his legs tightly making his ass appear larger than they really were and it was sexy as hell. He had had a haircut recently and if he was sexy with his hair long, he was sexier without it. His green orbs fell on my face and when he saw my eyes were on him too, he immediately glanced away and suddenly his hands became really interesting.

"You called" it sounded more like a question than a statement and at first I didn't know how to respond.

"Yes" I said after some embarrassing seconds.

He looked up expectantly and our eyes met again and this time he didn't look away. I saw different emotions cross his features; fear, surprise, confusion and then lust.

I smirked.

I also had an effect on him.

And even though I had an effect on everyone working in that building, I was only interested in what he thought about me and with that part decided, I could finally breathe.

"Sit down" I said when I realized he had been standing for far too long.

He sat down across the table and closer to me now.  I took the liberty of admiring those soft lips again.

How they called my name.

I moved my eyes from his eyes to his perfect nose and then back to his sensuous lips, at the same time consious of his eyes following mine.

If he has been oblivious of how I felt towards him right from the first day at the elevator, I was sure he was about to find out.

"Do you like your job?" I asked and his eyes shot up immediately. I mist have sounded like I was about to sack him.

"I'm sorry about the calls. I didn't know it was you. I'm so sorry" he gushed in one breathe. I could barely make out what he was saying. He looked like he was going to faint at anytime.

"Relax Marco. I don't want to fire you"

"Not yet" I added and I saw relief wash over him as he relaxed on the seat again.

"I just want to know how you've been faring"

Even though I know already.

He looked thoughtful, like he was thinking of what to say or how to begin. A little crease formed on his forehead as he frowned a little and all I just wanted to do was kiss those lines away. So far away, they could never return.

"It's been....good" he finally said.

"I've made a couple friends"

I know

"I've been working hard"

I know

"Lunch is great" he blushed and I already knew that my presence in that memory was the reason for the blush. I smirked.

"It's been great"

I already know all these. Tell me why you get sad most times. Tell me about your worries. Your fears. Tell me everything about you from your date of birth to what you ate for breakfast. Tell me your favorite food, scent, color. Everything. Tell me about you Marco. I'm losing my goddamn mind over you.

"So do you have any plans for lunch?"

If you do, you are going to have to cancel.

He looked up and twitched in his chair like I had just said something surprising. well, is surprising for your boss to be interested in your personal schedule.

I want to be more than your boss, dummy.

"I want you to have lunch with me today"

If he had twitched in his seat before, he almost fell out of it when I said that.

"I..... don't....I don't understand sir"

I knew he would probably chicken out and say no even if he wanted to go out with me but I wasn't going to give him the chance.

"It's a work thing. I like to get to know my employees very well"

A silent 'oh' escaped his lips and I saw him get disappointed a bit.

"So do you have plans?" I asked standing up and walking around the table.  I sat on its edge, few inches away from his seat. He tried to escape by shifting his seat a bit farther from me but I frustrated him by coming a bit closer till our knees were literally touching. Even I was punished by this as my dick was beginning to form a noticeable bulge on trouser and I clapsed my  hands over it, gently stroking and also hiding it.

Marco wasn't doing so well either as I saw him shift in the seat severally. I imagined his hard dick in my hand and that was enough to get me cumming a little in my trouser.

God help me Marco Alvarez. God help me or else I will bend you over right here and fuck you till you can't walk anymore. Then I will carry you and take you home. And keep you there so no one has to see you this turned on and restless.

"What's on the schedule Marco"

"No... nothing sir"

"Good. I will be waiting in the parking lot. Go and tidy your workspace"

He stood up and his two hand flew to the front of his jeans. He blushed again and it took all in me not to rush to him and kiss him till we were both out of air

"Okay" he said and turned to leave, his steps unsteady.

"Marco" I called, standing up and walking towards him.

He stopped but didn't turn around. I got to his back and stopped, my body gently touching his. My hard on gently poking him. I felt him freeze.

"I don't like to be kept waiting" I whispered into his left ear, brushing my lips against his earlobe.

He shivered from the contact and without a word, opened the door and escaped.

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