Chapter36

"You didn't come to greet me this morning like you always do." He looked at me. "I'm sorry." he said with a smile. "Well, that isn't enough." I stood up from my seat and came over to lean against my table, close to him. He looked at me from head to toe in a slow manner that gave me the chills. "I will have to punish you." I teased with a slight bite of my lower lip. "How can I make it up to you?" he asked and I smiled. "I'll think about it and let you know what you can do." I looked down at his trousers and noticed his dick print. I could clearly see a bulge. An idea came to my mind, "Do you want to drink some water?" I asked politely. "Uh, yes." I smiled and made my way to the filter at the corner of my office. I filled a glass with water and made my way back to him. "Here." I handed it out to him. "Thanks." When he reached to take it, I pretended to mistakenly pour some water on his trousers, right on the zip area. "Oh!" he exclaimed, surprised. I quickly grabbed my handkerchief and pretended to help him wipe it off. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed cleaning or rather, rubbing the water off his trousers.  I felt him quite well and hard against my palm and at a point I was tempted to squeeze. "What the–!" he exclaimed, jumping out of his seat in surprise. He stared at me dumbfounded. I looked at him innocently. "I'm sorry for pouring water on you. Let me clean it off completely!" Ace's POV: It was by total miracle and self control that I didn't slap Christina hard in face. Damn, I felt my hands roll into tight fists. I tried hard to control myself. If I slapped or did anything to her, I would destroy all I'd began. I took a deep breath and controlled myself. She tried to 'help me clean it off completely' but I stepped back, trying not to frown at her and trying to look unaffected. "No, no, it's okay, boss. It wasn't your fault." I said, forcing a real smile. She smiled back. That almost sent me over the edge again. She'd just found a pretext to touch me intimately and now she was smiling? I tried not to explode but maintained my smile. "Thanks." she said. "No, problem. Let me leave now." "Okay." she smirked and returned to her seat while I left her office for mine in hidden rage and anger. Christina's POV: I was happy with myself. My little seductive work had worked. I wanted to give a sign that I wanted him and that he could freely get me. Of course he knew that I had poured the glass of water intentionally. He'd clearly felt me rub him slightly. Yet, he didn't get angry. He pretended it was a mistake with a smile on his face. I bit my lip just at the feel of him. I promised to myself that the next time, I would grab him fully in my hand and there would be nothing he would do. Once I set my eyes on someone, I never give up until you give me what I want. *** Heather's POV: The next day was a Saturday. There was no work. I decided to get back to my natural hair color. I'd recently added a bit of blonde to my hair. My real hair color was similar to that of Sawyer but a little lighter than hers. After a visit to the spa with Shirley and some hanging out, we decided to go get our hair done. "Now you're fully a brunette." Shirley said as we left the saloon. "Yeah." "You seem odd to me now. I've always been used to you having that dirty blonde color." "Well, you'll have to get used to it now." I said entering my car. She joined me in. "So?" Shirley asked. "So what?" "Where are we going?" "Uh, home?" "It's only four PM!" "And? Shirley, we did everything we were supposed to do. Shopping, spa and the saloon." She pouted like a stubborn kid. "Then sleep over at my place! Please. This whole month you spent with me made me very fond of you. And plus, I can't sleep at your place because of that bitch." I rolled my eyes. I'd told Shirley to stop calling Sawyer a bitch but she wouldn't. Anyway, I understood her. They didn't like each other. "I won't be able to, Shirley. I want to pass this following week with my family." "Why? What's so special about the week??" I looked at her and smiled. "I'll be moving into my own apartment Friday night." Her eyes widened. "You serious?" "Yup. And you can come sleep over as much as you want. That's the reason I want to spend this whole week with them. So that by Friday morning, I'll simply tell them, bye." "They'll be shocked! Won't your mother be angry?" "I'm twenty two and I'm a young, independent woman. They'll have to deal with it." "Right. Gosh, when will you start packing in?" I smiled at her. "Honey, it's been months now that I bought that apartment. It's the type that comes with every furniture needed. I just have to pack in with my clothes, personal stuff and a little other necessary things." "Oh, Sawyer would go crazy." Shirley laughed. "I would go crazy if I remain in that house that isn't rightfully ours. I swear, sometimes I feel like uncle Paul's ghost is roaming around or– or even that of Sheridan." Shirley gave me a look. "What? Heather, I thought you believed that Sheridan was still somewhere out there. Alive." "Honestly," I said in a low voice as I started the car, "...my mother and Sawyer have succeeded in making me believe his dead." "And you believe them just like that??" she asked shocked.