Squinting her squiggly eyes at me and she shrugs, "I warned you last time if you didn't listen to me you were on your own. This is all on you. I'm just sitting back eating popcorn now taking a much needed stay-cation. By the way, you put on one hell of a show."
Henrik's other hand reaches up from my hip to slip into the front of my blouse and lace bra to cup my breast. He kneads and pinches my nipple causing me to squirm into his very erect groin.
"You're my thing, Morgana." His deep voice vibrating across my neck sending shivers down my body.
That is when my mouth decides it might as well go down in flames and take me along for the ride. I blame my Brain for all this by the way, she should be here to help no matter what I say or do. I can hear her chuckling, and watch aghast as she grabs another handful of popcorn.
"Then show me, Henrik."
You see what my mouth does to me! I hate you mouth. Hate you.
"Oh, The feeling is quite mutual, Morgana. With Miss Prissy Brain out of the way I can finally get you back for all the times you forced me on some highly dubious dicks, not to mention a few of their mouths." My Mouth informs with a curved smile that belongs only on an evil villain from the 1930s.
There is a sense of loss and cold as Henrik's hand leaves my breast. I can feel him doing something with his pants and hear his zipper. Pushing my legs apart he brushes my panties aside and rubs the tip of his cock over my drenched lips.
"Is this what you want, Morgana?" Henrik leans in to my ear grinding his dick between my thighs as his hand returns to my breast.
I'm about to answer when the door swings open.
"Hey Drake. I'm ready for lunch now. Sor ..." Evaleen stands at the entrance with her mouth wide and her eyes even larger. Both Henrik and I stop moving and I also stop breathing.
"Oh my god I am so sorry. I ... I ... uh ... oh god." Dropping her gaze she quickly shuffles backward out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Oh shit!
Chapter 19 - THE Beggar ...
Henrik is off of me faster than me finding the cake at a birthday party. I turn to see him lifting his zipper and adjusting himself. Oh, and he isn't looking at me. I push down my skirt and fix my bra and blouse. Still not looking at me.
He sits back at his desk and turns on his computer. And yet, still no eye contact. Seriously? This man has issues.
"You are just now figuring this out, Morgana?" My Brain chimes in.
"If you aren't going to help me, Brain, then I suggest you leave your snarky comments to yourself." I hear her huff and shove more popcorn in her squiggly mouth.
"So, that's it? Like nothing happened, same as usual." I'm still standing beside his chair, the one he just turned away from me.
"What do you want me to do, Morgana? The head of HR just found us in a very compromising position. I'm going to get as much work done as I can before they come in here with a cardboard box and security guard and ask me to clear out my desk."
He stops clicking away at his mouse and brings his hand up to his brow to wipe in frustration. Well if he's sacked so am I. Perhaps I can talk to Evaleen and save his job at least. No! Screw that. He's a millionaire, he'll be fine. I'm going to try to keep my job.
"Fine. You sit there and accept defeat, but I'm going to at least attempt to save my job."
I make my way around the desk and am just at the door when he stops me. His hand wraps around my arm halting my progress so I turn to face him and am shocked by what I see. He's nervous. I have never seen him this vulnerable before. Henrik expresses a cool and sometimes hostile confidence, but right now he is actually gnawing on his bottom lip. He looks ... cute.
"Wait. Um ... how are you going to do that?"
"Aww, Mr. Payne, are you worried?" I bring my hand up to his lip and give a good tug. He smacks my hand away and groans at me.
"Ms. Drake, I'm not your puppy dog. And last I checked I'm still your boss so if you could please just answer the question."
This is my stand now. I cross my arms in front of me and puff out my chest.
"You are, well a moment ago you were, much more than my boss which is why we are in this predicament. If I may quote the great classic Raising Arizona: 'H.I., you're young and you got your health, what you want with a job?'"
Mr. Payne's eyes widen and the biggest smile I have ever seen on him spreads across his face. I am afraid his face might break with the unusual expression.
"I'll come with you. We will talk to her together." Henrik reaches for my hand knitting his fingers with mine. I cast my gaze down at them confused by his affectionate move. When I look back up his eyes have turned a deep ocean blue as his fingers come to my chin to tilt my face up. I realize he's about to kiss me and as much as I can't keep my eyes from his lips we need to focus on not losing our jobs. I put my hand to his chest and push.
"Mr. Payne, the only way we can even hope to keep our jobs is by talking to Ms. Bechmann and not making out."
He peers into my eyes as if searching for something. A moment passes before he lets go of my hand and walks over to the door to open it.