You act so innocent now, but you lied so soon.

I ran a tired hand through my hair and reached into my pocket, not sure why the fuck my office door was locked while a foot tapped loudly behind me. Retrieving my keys, I slide the right one into the lock and turned it, twisting the door knob and pushing the door open enough to find a very scantily clad Chloe Lindsell kicking back in my chair. I meant to slam the door shut, but the voice behind gasping let me know that it was too late for that. And I think momentary shock played into it as well. 

"I can see why you love your job so much," My mum said from behind me. And that's when I slammed the door shut, turning to face my mum who had a brow raised and her arms crossed. 

"That was," I cut myself off, not really expecting Chloe to be waiting for me in my office. And god damn, what was she wearing?? "I honestly don't know what that was."

"You mean who she was," Mum corrected me, that disapproving look still on her face. She wasn't a prude, she obviously had sex with my dad enough times to have me. But my parents were stuffy, traditionalist and everything along those lines. 

I shook my head, "She's-"

"Save it," She cut me off. "You're old enough to make your own mistakes Tristan... But at your place of work?" Ouch. "I'm going back to your apartment. You can show me around the agency later."

I kissed my mum on the cheek and wondered if I was blushing. I mean, I currently felt like crawling under my desk and hiding. "I'll see you later," I replied, waiting until she left to walk back into my office and lock the door right behind me. "What the hell was that?" I asked quietly, watching Chloe attempt to zip her dress back up.

"What was that?? That was me attempting to seduce you since you have been ignoring my texts for weeks and now I can see why," She snapped back at me.

I took a breath and crossed my arms over my chest, watching her and wondering what was going on between us since I had no idea. I liked Chloe, but I felt like there were a million things against us; her brother being at the top and the fact that I worked for her parents a close second. Plus we were the exact opposite of each other. People always said that opposites attracted, but did they attract long enough to be in a relationship with each other? "I wasn't ignoring you. My aunt passed away and my parents have been visiting me. My mum wanted to see where I worked..." I trailed off, nodding my head towards the door as if that explained everything that had just happened. 

Her entire body slowly turned bright red. "That was your mother?" She asked, a mortified look on her pretty face. "She doesn't look old enough to have a son your age. That woman didn't look a day over 40."

I smirked, "Neither does your mother." 

"Fuck," She ran her hands through her hair and tried to get her stuff together. "Can we pretend this didn't happen?" 

"Pretend today didn't just happen....or we didn't happen period?" I asked, motioning in between us at the word we. 

She licked her lips, that simple notion wanting me to just lay her down on my desk right then or there. "I don't know," She said in a softer voice than usual. "I just-" She sighed trying to find her words. "I wanted to find out if that night was a fluke." 

I walked closer and tried to read into what she was saying, "A fluke?" 

She nodded, "Like....It couldn't have been that good." 

"That good....."

She swallowed and shrugged, "Yeah." She nodded, trying to put into words how she felt. I knew exactly what she meant, because I felt the same way... Like I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right... so good. I'd been with other girls before and it hadn't felt the same.

I took one more step closer and set my hand on her waist, pulling her body closer to mine and looking at her lips, feeling the temptation to kiss her but ignoring it. Or trying to. "I've been thinking about this a lot Chloe..." I trailed off, stopping because she was frowning, a sad look in her eyes and I kind of hated myself for making her feel that way. 

"And you regret it," She finished for me, even though that wasn't how I felt at all.

I parted my lips and watched her pull back, giving me her back and grabbing her purse off my desk as if she might walk out of my office only second later. I didn't want that though. Then again, what the hell did I want? I walked over to her and set my hand on her stomach, feeling her body tense against mine as she stood up a little straighter. "I don't regret it," I said seriously, not able to resist it and kissing from the top of her neck down to the strap of her dress.

She let out a gasp like moan and pressed her entire backside up against me, her back arching a little and tempting me to take that dress back off of her. "Prove it," She said in a whisper with her eyes closed. 

"How?" I felt torn, my mind saying not to go on but my body reacting to her in every way possible. I slid my hand down between her thighs then up, up all the way to her pussy where I rubbed my fingers back and forth against the thin lace covering her. 

"Oh mon dieu...." She moaned, only fueling me on when she moaned in French. Honestly, there was nothing sexier.

"Answer Chloe..." I growled against her neck.

"This is working," She admitted while I kept touching her.

"Fuck....you're soaking. How long were you sitting at my office thinking about fucking me?" I rubbed slow circles over her clit through her panties, thinking about how amazing she'd feel if I were inside of her.

"Only a few minutes..." She rocked against my hand, and finally I slipped a finger past the skimpy lace and into her.

"I thought you told me you weren't going to wear panties the next time we did this...." I said before sucking on her neck, nipping and biting slightly...just enough to leave marks in place of the ones that had barely faded.

"The next time you took me on a date....this isn't a date," She managed to breathe out as she set her head back against my shoulder.

"What is this then?" My free hand moved up her stomach to cup her breast through her dress, brushing my thumb to make her nipple strain against the fabric.

"So good....." She whimpered, arching back and moaning once she felt how hard I was for her.

"Have you done this to yourself since our date?" I asked, pulling out to rub her clit before sinking two fingers back into her. 

She nodded slowly and my mind went straight to the image of her touching herself, fucking herself and making herself cum. Dear god. "My fingers don't compete..." She admitted, her breathing heavy as I pressed my body harder against her.

I grinned at her words, my dick already aching. She had no idea the effect she had on me... hell, even I was still working that one out. "Don't you cum while thinking about me?" I asked quietly, pumping my fingers slowly and then curling them and watching her body shudder against mine.

"Fuck..." She rolled her head back against my chest. "Yes... So hard."

I groaned as she tightened against my fingers, already sensing and knowing the effect I had on her. It was like we were playing with fire and it only fueled us on even more. I wanted to fuck her, I was dying to be inside of her, but if I started? I wasn't going to be able to stop. I pulled my fingers out regretfully and pushed her panties down her legs, bending down to pick them up and stuff them in my jackets pocket. I slid my hands up her calves, her smooth thighs, feeling how soaking she was from dripping down them. "Turn around," I slipped back into my chair and watched as she did as I said. My hands grasping her hips to set her on my desk.

It was like she could read my mind, pushing her legs wide apart and staring at me with a glint in her eye. "Don't make me wait..." She trailed off, lifting her arms up and letting me peel the dress from her body.

I let out a deep breath and tilted my head down, running my tongue flat up her creamy thighs and then up her pussy. She shuddered and moaned, a gasp escaping her when my tongue delved deep inside of her. "God you taste good...." I groaned before coming back to her, making her rock her hips towards me. 

"Please..." She begged, sounding frustrated and close. She leaned back against my desk, watching as I stopped fucking her with my tongue and licked my way up to her clit, sucking with expert pressure. "Yes....yes...yes..." She breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as her body tensed up.

"Don't," I pulled back and she looked down at me in desperate confusion. I licked my lips and smirked. "Relax. Right before you cum. Trust me." 

She swallowed and nodded as I started again, "Fu.ck..." I moaned against her, listening to her muttering how close she was. She forced her body to relax, I kept sucking harder and harder until she broke. The explosion started between her legs, her whole body shaking seconds later, her pussy spasming. She reached for my head and pulled it back. "I am so mad at you for not doing that to me since the day we met," She choked out, reaching down and kissing me hard, tasting herself on my lips as we both groaned. 

"I've seen you mad Chloe...this isn't it," I smirked and she grinned as we pulled back.

"I'm going to have to pull out all my tricks to compete with that," She teased as she slid her hands down my torso.

"I wasn't aware it was a competition," I chuckled as I grabbed her wrists before they reached my belt. ".....if I start I won't be able to stop and I need to get back to my mom..."

"That's both flattering and a mood killer at the same time," She threw me a pout and I groaned and kissed her again, my hands groping her body in every way they could. "You're confusing me Tristan...."

"I can't..." I trailed off unintelligently, feeling like a magnet was drawing me to her. 

"You can, it's easy," She replied and trailed my hand back to her dripping wet pussy. My fingers moved flat up and down her before I sunk two back inside of her. "So easy.. see," She arched her back again, guiding my hand down to her breasts where she unfortunately still was wearing a bra. 

My teeth caught a part of the lace and pulled the cup down to free her perky breast. I parted my lips and wrapped my mouth around her nipple, wondering why the hell I couldn't stop myself. I felt like a teenage boy scoring for the first time. I was being ridiculous. I pulled my head back and watched the look on her face, her eyes were closed and her lips were parted, moans escaping her while my fingers pumped her slowly. "I can't Chloe," I said more sternly, regretfully, knowing I'd confuse the hell out of her but maybe it was for the best. In the back of my head, I knew that I couldn't be with her. 

She opened her eyes to look at me again, biting her lip and letting out one last moan when I pulled my fingers out of her. She looked sexy as fuck sitting on my desk, more than half naked... but she also looked broken and confused... and I was an asshole. "What do you mean you can't?" She said finally, not bothering to fix her bra or cover herself.

"I need to tell your brother," I said seriously, already knowing what he'd say. Honestly? I wouldn't be surprised if he hit me too. I deserved it. 

She sat up straighter and looked frustrated, maybe angry too. "You really know how to ruin the moment," She said finally and started adjusting her bra, her legs closing up before me. 

"I'm sorry," I replied, not knowing what more to say to her. I could see how I was confusing her... I was confusing myself. 

"For what?" She asked, not ignoring the situation.

I scratched the back of my head as she grabbed her dress off the floor and pulled it back over her body for the second time in this office. "The mixed messages," I answered. 

She nodded and stood up, pressing herself against me, "Do you want me Tristan?" 

I groaned, still hard and slowly dying, "Yes."

She pulled back slightly and licked her lips before she spoke again, "Not just sexually I mean..." 

"I need to talk to Ben Chloe...this isn't right."

She blinked and suddenly looked angry, "To what? Ask his permission?" 

I blinked, "No I....he's probably going to kick my ass honestly. It's not a conversation I'm looking forward to...."

"He's not going to kick your ass. He basically worships you," She rolled her eyes. "I'm the one he's going to hate. More." 

"So..."

"So nothing. You can tell him. I think it's going to pretty much officially end this....but there isn't really anything here is there?" 

"Don't you realize that there are more people involved in this than just us?" I asked, staring at her blankly since her words confused the hell out of me.

"Than us fucking?" She gave me a small glare and shook her head, just letting on that she wanted more than sex and now taking that away. Women were so fucking confusing. "No Tristan. No one should be involved in this."

"Your brother is my friend..." I trailed off, wondering how she didn't get it. "I fucked my best friends sister and you think he's just going to be fine with that? Maybe we're going to be done with when I tell Ben, but my friendship with your brother? That will probably be over too. Do you now get that?"

"So my brother can not only fuck, but knock up my best friend and that's completely fine???" She asked with her voice raising. "I understand where you're coming from and if you're choosing my brother over me? Then whatever. But the double standards? If Ben stops being your friend over this? Then maybe you both need to grow up because he did the same exact thing to me and I wasn't anything but encouraging."  

I parted my lips, caught offguard and knowing she had a point. I closed my mouth again and cleared my throat, feeling speechless. Of course I wasn't comparing what Chloe and I had to Ben and Cami's relationship... but still. "You have a point," I said finally. 

Chloe smiled slightly at the validation I gave before moving a little closer to me, "If thats what you thought....if you thought you'd lose your friendship with Ben. I mean I make fun of you guys a lot but you're like friend soulmates. Why would you risk losing that just to be with me?" She asked, suddenly looking so taken aback. "You said no for so long, it wouldn't have been that hard to keep it up."

I stared back at her, shaking my head, "I don't know."

"I'm not pretending that what we have is anywhere near what Cami and Ben have," She said seriously, knowing that that would be ridiculous.

"I know," I nodded.

"But we do have something," She said even softer, taking a deep breath. "Everytime I've felt that something I've run away. I thought it was better to stick to something meaningless, something fun. And maybe that's why I always went after you Tristan, because I thought it would never be anything real," She shrugged. "It's probably not. But for the first time in a long time? I'm willing to try and find out," She stepped closer and pressed her lips against mine softly, her body melting against mine when I kissed her back instantly. I couldn't resist. "Let me know if you ever want to find out with me," She whispered, smiling softly at me before grabbing my bag and walking away.