"Come on Aria, we won't talk about your boyfriend anymore if you don't want us too. Everyone was just excited that you found someone. You have to let us have our moment." I giggle as I swing open the door.
My jaw almost hits the ground as my head begins to hum. I'm in shock.
"Hello Morgana," Henrik says as he hops down from the toilet.
He looks good, but when doesn’t the man look fantastic. I'm trying to find my voice and all I can do is squeak in response. My eyes sweep over his perfectly tailored, coffee colored linen suit. His blue and white polka dot tie brings out the color of his eyes, which I hate that I notice. Damn it, why does he still have to look so sexy hiding in a women’s restroom?
"What...what are you doing here Hen...Mr. Payne?" I catch myself just before I say his name, remembering distinctly his reaction the last time I said it to him.
He winces as I utter it, and I feel a small bit of satisfaction as he realizes what a jerk he was with that. Henrik runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh.
"I am following you." He straightens and clasps his hands in front of himself, as if his statement is the most obvious thing in the world.
"Okay. That's not normal." I snort and roll my eyes.
"I..uh...wanted to make sure you were okay here, in New York."
"As you can see, I am just fine Mr. Payne. I am two weeks away from finishing the Executive Development Program, no thanks to you, so everything is a-ok!" I place my hands on my hips and let go of the door. It proceeds to swing into me and knock me a little inside the handicap stall.
Henrik is now only a few inches from me and I can smell his earthy spice scent emanating from him. My body reacts to his heat and images of our time together, specifically the intimate moments, flood my brain. I remember how firm his hand was as it grabbed my ass, and the thrill I would get to hear his deep voice explain what he was going to do to me.
"I am happy for you Morgana. This is what you always wanted and here you are." He reaches his hand towards my face and brushes his fingers across my cheek. I flinch and turn away.
“This isn’t your office, Mr. Payne. You can’t just touch me whenever you want anymore.” I turn my head and look straight into his eyes, willing my voice to come out confident and strong. “Or steal my ideas.”
I can't tell you what I expected his reaction to be. Maybe fear that I knew or utter denial, but I never thought he would give me a small smile and nod, as if accepting this uncomfortable truth.
"Yeah, that was necessary." Henrik shrugs.
Necessary? What a bastard! He felt it was necessary to steal my idea to save his job? I suppose he also found it necessary to play with my vagina the past six months and then toss me aside like it never happened after each time!
"Fuck you!" I dig my finger into his chest and yell in his face.
Just as I am about to turn to leave, he seizes my wrist. The door to the bathroom opens and I hear two women chatting.
"Please Morgana, don't go," he whispers in my ear. His hot breath tickles the sensitive spot just below my earlobe and the heat from his mouth is like a soft caress.
His words seize me. I have never heard Henrik say please before, let alone beg. As I look back at him, I see pain in his eyes. He tugs me close so the warmth from his body cradles my skin. A shiver dances over me and heat pulsates to the tips of my breasts before causing my core to ache. His finger pushes up my chin and his lips are just an inch away.
"I miss you Morgana. I need to explain why I did what I did." He sighs and lowers his head to mine while curling his fingers around the back of my neck. His thumb rubs my collarbone and a barely audible moan escapes my lips.
He must emit some specialized pheromone that renders me helpless to his touch. I get within three feet of Henrik and my brain starts to misfire.
"You look so beautiful tonight," he whispers as his other hand trails my navy lace cocktail dress and comes to rest on my hip. His hand slowly moves back until he is cupping my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. I gasp, pulling my head back slightly to stare up into his darkening eyes.
My mouth refuses to move for fear of what might come out. I want to stop him, but at the same time, I want to tell him to never stop touching me. He knows this; it's probably written all over my face. Instead, he watches me without a sound but keeps moving, waiting for me to tell him to stop. Of course, I don't say a word.
His hand slips down and under my dress, sliding up my thigh. I'm breathing hard now, and I already know when his fingers reach their destination I will be soaked for him.
The tips of his fingers lightly brush past the edge of my lace panties before slipping inside. I moan as they slide along my slick folds. Henrik closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again. His other hand moves from my neck and curls into my hair, tugging until my head is pushed back.