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grinned, shaking my head as I laid my napkin on my plate, and set it all back on the tray Hani had left.
“I’ve done my job then tonight, as Mr. I.T. You should be up and running right away in the morning. What projects do you have left to finish up before we can get started with Operation Oats?”
“Operation Oats? What are you talking about?” she asked, her fork halfway to her mouth.
I so knew I was going to get in trouble for this, but I was going for it. “Operation Oats, because Honey Bunches-”
“Of Oats,” she groaned, her fork clattering to the plate and she pushed it away. “For the love of Pete can we not name it after a box of cereal?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Operation Us?”
I notice a glint in her eye and then she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her beautiful chest. A chest I had full access to earlier. It would be a vision that tortured me tonight, without a doubt.
“How about Operation Me and Mr. I.T.?” she asked, smirking.
I sniggered and shook my finger at her. “You’re funny, and cute, and completely out of my league, when it comes to sparring.”
“So I win?” she asked, her cheeks even pinker than before.
“Operation Me and Mr. I.T. it is. How long until this operation gets underway?”
She sighed. “I’ll need tomorrow to finish helping Kate with the charity event, and assign my other projects to my staff. Once I have that all squared away I’ll be free for however long Operation Me and Mr. I.T. takes.”
I knew she was being sarcastic using the title, but I was so planning on calling it that from now on. It made the ‘Mr. I.T.’ part a little bit more palatable.
I smiled, leaning back and assessing the woman who seemed out of her element. She was afraid to look me in the eye, so I might as well go for gold and see what happens.
“I’m hoping it takes a long, long time for Me and Mr. I.T. to reach a conclusion.”
I was grinning, but as expected, she was not. She looked like she had just eaten a sour lemon, her face pinched and her lips pulled tight. I stood from my side of the desk, our makeshift table after we finished our computer work. She was in her desk chair and I sat on the edge of the desk, my arms crossed on my lap.
“If you aren’t careful your face is going to stay that way,” I said, pointing at her lips.
She was closed off, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes downcast. “It’s a natural reaction to thinking about spending long amounts of time with you,” she quipped.
I leaned over onto my thigh so close to her ear she could feel my hair brush her cheek. “Am I really so unpleasant you can’t even think about spending time with me?”
She never moved her head, but answered me in the same tone of voice. “That’s what you aren’t understanding, Maltrand. The problem isn’t that you’re unpleasant. The problem is you’re exactly what I’m looking for, but we work together.” She hesitated on the last word, as if she didn’t know what else to say.
I took the chance and moved in, letting my hand slide behind her neck and tugged her closer to me. “All the more reason to get to know each other well,” I whispered. “I lie awake at night knowing you’re on the other side of the wall and I think about that night a few months ago. I can’t tell you how much I wish you had been sober. I would have done this,” I whispered, turning my head until our lips were touching.
I felt as if she held within her, the answer to what I’ve been searching for all these years. Somehow, she knew the things I needed and the way I longed to feel. She made a sound like a kitten in the back of her throat as the kiss intensified, and I eased off her lips slowly, going back in for a shorter, slower lip lock to break the spell she held over me. I looked into her eyes and knew that spell would never be broken, whether we ended up together or not. One way or the other, I would remain lost in this woman for the rest of my life.
“I’ve done my job then tonight, as Mr. I.T. You should be up and running right away in the morning. What projects do you have left to finish up before we can get started with Operation Oats?”
“Operation Oats? What are you talking about?” she asked, her fork halfway to her mouth.
I so knew I was going to get in trouble for this, but I was going for it. “Operation Oats, because Honey Bunches-”
“Of Oats,” she groaned, her fork clattering to the plate and she pushed it away. “For the love of Pete can we not name it after a box of cereal?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Operation Us?”
I notice a glint in her eye and then she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her beautiful chest. A chest I had full access to earlier. It would be a vision that tortured me tonight, without a doubt.
“How about Operation Me and Mr. I.T.?” she asked, smirking.
I sniggered and shook my finger at her. “You’re funny, and cute, and completely out of my league, when it comes to sparring.”
“So I win?” she asked, her cheeks even pinker than before.
“Operation Me and Mr. I.T. it is. How long until this operation gets underway?”
She sighed. “I’ll need tomorrow to finish helping Kate with the charity event, and assign my other projects to my staff. Once I have that all squared away I’ll be free for however long Operation Me and Mr. I.T. takes.”
I knew she was being sarcastic using the title, but I was so planning on calling it that from now on. It made the ‘Mr. I.T.’ part a little bit more palatable.
I smiled, leaning back and assessing the woman who seemed out of her element. She was afraid to look me in the eye, so I might as well go for gold and see what happens.
“I’m hoping it takes a long, long time for Me and Mr. I.T. to reach a conclusion.”
I was grinning, but as expected, she was not. She looked like she had just eaten a sour lemon, her face pinched and her lips pulled tight. I stood from my side of the desk, our makeshift table after we finished our computer work. She was in her desk chair and I sat on the edge of the desk, my arms crossed on my lap.
“If you aren’t careful your face is going to stay that way,” I said, pointing at her lips.
She was closed off, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes downcast. “It’s a natural reaction to thinking about spending long amounts of time with you,” she quipped.
I leaned over onto my thigh so close to her ear she could feel my hair brush her cheek. “Am I really so unpleasant you can’t even think about spending time with me?”
She never moved her head, but answered me in the same tone of voice. “That’s what you aren’t understanding, Maltrand. The problem isn’t that you’re unpleasant. The problem is you’re exactly what I’m looking for, but we work together.” She hesitated on the last word, as if she didn’t know what else to say.
I took the chance and moved in, letting my hand slide behind her neck and tugged her closer to me. “All the more reason to get to know each other well,” I whispered. “I lie awake at night knowing you’re on the other side of the wall and I think about that night a few months ago. I can’t tell you how much I wish you had been sober. I would have done this,” I whispered, turning my head until our lips were touching.
I felt as if she held within her, the answer to what I’ve been searching for all these years. Somehow, she knew the things I needed and the way I longed to feel. She made a sound like a kitten in the back of her throat as the kiss intensified, and I eased off her lips slowly, going back in for a shorter, slower lip lock to break the spell she held over me. I looked into her eyes and knew that spell would never be broken, whether we ended up together or not. One way or the other, I would remain lost in this woman for the rest of my life.
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