"No. I was hoping you would invite me inside so we could continue to talk. If I upset you then you can always kick me out again." He gives a small smile.
I nod and wave at him to follow. Once we are inside he walks over to the couch as he removes his coat. I grab it from him and he looks around the room sniffing the air.
"What is that smell? It smells like sausage, oranges and sweat."
I quickly hang up our coats on the coat rack by the door and grab his arm before he can sit on the couch.
"Let's talk in my bedroom. In case Aria comes home, we can have some privacy."
That was close. The couch needs a super vac, Febreze and possibly a bleach-douche to make it tolerable for company.
Once we are in my bedroom I close the door and turn to see him removing his black shoes and making himself quite at home on my bed, lying in the middle. Normally I would protest such a move but he looks too sexy with his hands behind his head and heat in his eyes.
"I thought we were going to talk?" I ask as I kick off my heels and slide next to him on the bed and he pulls me close. It seems so natural to curl up with him. He rests his hand on my thigh that I curl over his legs.
"We can talk and touch at the same time." I can feel Henrik breathing in my hair which causes my hips to dry hump his leg.
"It's really hard to talk while your body is so close to mine, Henrik."
I can feel his chest vibrate from laughter.
"Would you rather we sit on opposite sides of the bed, Morgana." He says half chuckling.
I lift my head and lean on my elbow to look at him.
"No. I just mean it may take me a while to think of things to talk about that's all."
"Here let me start. I can't stop thinking about you, Morgana. I stupidly thought if we had sex I would be able to get you out of my head, move on. But it just became worse. I haven't been able to concentrate at work or sleep. I miss you, Morgana. I need you."
He pushes some hair behind my ear and traces a finger from my jaw to my lips.
"I miss you too, Henrik. But what about now with work?"
He crinkles his brow at me and shakes his head.
"I don't understand. What do you mean with work? You work at RT Mitchell. I work at Mimir. I assume they give you normal office hours, we can see each other after work and on weekends."
He has no idea I have been fired from RT Mitchell, let alone am coming back to be his assistant.
"No I don't work for RT Mitchell. Mr. Mitchell came in the conference room after you left and found the condom wrapper on the table and me looking a bit disheveled, so you know ... fired."
Henrik's eyes widen and he brings a hand to his head with a groan.
"Oh God, Morgana, I am so sorry. Oh fuck! Why don't you hate me? Damn now I am starting to hate me."
He pushes himself up to a seated position and leans his head back against the headboard.
"It's all right, Henrik. Yes, I hated you for a bit and myself and made the couch smell like pig farts but I can't just turn off my feelings for you."
He grabs me and tugs me to him as he rolls us over pinning me to the headboard. His lips graze mine. Just as I think he's about to kiss me he pulls back.
"These past few weeks, without you have been awful, Morgana. I want you so much, but more importantly I want you to have a good life. Your job is as important to you as mine is to me. If we keep these flings up we will just get caught again. I don't want to jeopardize either of our careers."
I lift my hand to caress his cheek. It, much like the man himself, is rough but the further I travel becomes soft and tender.
"I don't want that either, Henrik. Perhaps ... maybe just for tonight. This night we are just Morgana and Henrik and not Ms. Drake and Mr. Payne. Then in the morning we walk away from that and resume our titles of boss and assistant."
He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes and nods his head.
"It won't be easy to just forget about you like that, Morgana."
I give him a small grin and graze my thumb over his lower lip.
"I know it won't, Henrik, but we can try."
He nods again but this time there is no smile. His eyes dart around my face as if searching for some answer I don't even know the question to. Henrik sighs and lowers his head to nuzzle into my neck. We stay like this for a while before I feel his hand searching my body and landing on my breast.
Chapter 31 - THE Unpublished Sex Scene ...
Henrik's breath is ragged but swift and my back arches into his palm as his fingers begin to tease my hardening nipple. I want this dress off, everything gone so nothing is between us. If we can only have one night I want it to be filled with us, naked.
He raises his head again to look at me, all of me. I shiver from how his eyes graze my body. Henrik glances back into my eyes, pinning me with his stare.
"I want to savor you, every inch."