follow the sun and which way the wind blows when this day is done

I walked across the room to a vending machine, spotting Nolan sitting with that idiot of Charlie but ignoring them both as they stared at me. While I liked how Nolan looked at me, the desire I could always read in his eyes, the thought of the other guy even thinking about me made me sick. I wondered why Nolan was even talking to him, his brain was nonexistent while Nolan was really smart instead. I was sure he'd rather be in my company, so I grabbed my bottle of water and walked over them as Nolan looked straight at me, sweet words leaving his sinful mouth. "You're an idiot," He said to Charlie while I was taking the seat across from him.
"Are you only just figuring that out?" I said in a serious tone, eyeing Charlie with a look of disgust. The guy was in his early 20's, barely able to drink legally, and he still acted like he was in a frat.

Nolan let out a sigh as he laughed his way out of the companies cafeteria, "Sadly I've known for a while, but since he works in my department they keep putting us on the same projects."

"I feel sorry for you," I said with a grin.

"Then cheer me up by coming home with me after work," He retorted with a grin that matched mine.

I stared at him as I tried to keep a straight face, uncapping my water, "Why?"

"I just said that." He retorted and took a bite of his sandwich while I looked at him, thinking that everything he did he made it look sexy. Almost sexual to be honest.

"Say please." I said quietly, not wanting to draw attention to us because technically we were still at work, but let a grin play on my lips anyway because I didn't want to ruin our lunch break either. Life was already as stressing as it was.

He stared at me blankly as he swallowed, "You wish."

"You wish I'd come home with you without you saying please." I said back quickly, always good with words as long as I just had to be a smarta.ss. I wasn't as good with serious ones but thank god Nolan and I weren't serious much. We argued over nothing sometimes, and that was all.

He let out a snort, shaking his head, "If you don't come over you'll regret it."

I leaned into him from across the table, faking a small pout, "Are you getting grumpy already cupcake? No need to get sad, I'm coming home with you since you need me."

"If we weren't here I would have spanked you already." He said back and used a voice as low as mine, his face giving away nothing.

I sighed as I leaned back in my chair, sipping my water and thinking about all the things I had to do at home. Laundry for starters, then I needed to tidy up, work a little, and I was positive that my fridge was empty too. So much to do, so little time to do it. "Too bad we're here." I retorted eventually, breaking eye contact to glance past him where one of the slutty secretaries was eyeing him as if she wanted to sit on his face. I couldn't really blame her, at the same time I wondered if he had slept with any other girl who worked at Apple, me aside of course.

"I'll save the spanks for later." He grinned at me.

I looked back at him again, shaking my head, "I have stuff to do, maybe next time." I said simply, never having to worry that he'd get offended or upset if I said no. That was what I liked about us, even though there was no us really, we could say or do anything we wanted and didn't have to give any explanation for our behavior. Of course there were cons, like I wondered what he did when he felt alone at night and I couldn't be with him, or like I couldn't really ask for anything even if I wanted to, I couldn't rely on him in any way...the pros were so good though, I could live with the cons and be happy.

Nolan lifted a brow, trying to read my expression and I let him, I was more than sure he wouldn't be able to read anything. "Then why'd you just say yes?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I said no instead," I said like a smartass, smirking at him.

"Your loss," He shrugged it off and took one last bite, the last of his sandwich. Swallowing, he reached for his own water bottle and down half of that too, setting it back down on the table. I was positive that he was pouting too. "Are you having your parents over this weekend?" He asked since for the past few weekends, I'd been having Sunday night meals with my parents. And him. They still thought we were engaged, even if we lacked loving emotions towards one another. There was chemistry, definitely, but that was a whole other league than being genuinely in love with someone. Sometimes I thought that it was really depressing that despite spending together a lot of time and having an intimacy too, there was no affection between us. Then I stopped pmsing and just shrugged it off.

I wrinkled my nose, having a vague feeling that he was about to make me pay for not going tonight, "We're going to their place instead."

He shook his head, "You are. I have stuff to do."

I narrowed my eyes on him and then proceeded to cross my arms over my chest, wanting to slap his gorgeous face but holding back, "You're only saying that because I said no to tonight."

"Maybe," He smirked with a shrug to his shoulders. "Or maybe I really have plans. Maybe I have a project that will be taking up all of my time. I guess you'll never know."

"You're such an a.ss." I muttered under my breath and sets my elbows on the table as I break eye contact in favor of looking around. I found myself wanting to know if he he really had plans, if they involved someone else, or if he was just making a fool of me, but I was too prod to ask. All I could do was be annoyed.

"Excuse me?" He asked and I could feel the smirk in his tone and the amusement, which only annoyed me more.

"You're an a.ss." I said more clearly as I shot him a fake smile that dropped from my face a second later when I went back to my straight p.issed off face.

He leaned back in his chair and raised one eyebrow slowly as he kept his eyes on me. "That bad, uh?" He asked, not looking phazed by my insult at all.

"What?" I asked back flatly because I was lost there. I didn't care if he didn't want to come or if he had stuff to do, but I hated that he was doing that just as his little stupid revenge.

"You really wanted me to come." He pointed out with his teasing tone and his signature smirk that, even if it was sexy as hell, I wanted to wipe off.

"If only it was just that, it'd be easier." I said back, using sex to make a point because a-it was true b-it was easier. "I think that next time you'll want a b.lowjob I'll have plans. Or a project. Or I'll have to do nothing but still be too busy to take care of your d.ick."

My words only amused him more and I had no idea why. I was fuming and I hated it. "If you're using the sex card you must be really mad."

"Yes I am." I snapped back without thinking twice, then bit down on my lip to stop myself from talking more. The reason why I was mad it was better if I kept it to myself or I'd sound like a stupid girlfriend and he'd only make fun of me. "I'll get over it and still want to suck you, don't worry Nolan." I added, knowing that it was going to happen anyway.

Nolan nodded, looking as if he knew that already. Of course he did, if there was something obvious about us that was sex. "Tell me why you're so mad," He said in a softer tone, even dropping his smirk in an attempt to get a real reason from me. But I didn't want to open up. When I didn't respond, he set his hand on top of mine, my eyes glancing at it with distaste while I wondered wha tkind of game he was playing. "You won't even let me touch you in public? Am I that bad?" He asked, finally grinning.

"I don't want to be known as the office slut," I said sternly.

"You're not. That role has already been taken by Charlie," He said seriously, grinning wider since he had a point. The guy had already slept with three interns, a receptionist, one of the girls in accounting, and there were even rumors that he had a threesome with our male supervisor and his wife. Then again, no one would probably label him as a slut while girls got called that for a lot less.

"Are you sure it's not you instead? The blonde over there keeps undressing you with her eyes," I lifted a brow, not sounding jealous but curious instead.

Nolan scanned the room before looking back at me, "Which one? I hope she doesn't have a direct view of my crotch, just in case she has x-ray vision."

I rolled my eyes, "Is everything a joke with you?"

"Isn't that why we get along so well? You're uptight and I can't take anything serious?" He replied, only half serious. I knew how hard he worked and how seriously he took his job, but that aside? He loved joking.

I shrugged nonchalantly, my eyes dropping on our hands one more time before I looked back at Nolan's handsome face. "I guess." I answered shortly. We didn't get along so well to be honest, we were able to argue over literally nothing unless we were naked. Of course we had fun too together but our personalities were so different it was easy for them to clash.

He furrowed his brows as he studied my face, though his smirk was still in place, "Are you pouting now?" He asked in an attempt of serious voice.

At that I broke into a smile, because he was being silly and I couldn't help it. He could get me super mad a moment and make me laugh a moment later, that was one of his talents I liked the most. "No, I'm not." I answered quietly, wondering why lately my mood shifted so easily. "I don't want to tempt you when you can't even kiss me." I added, trying to joke myself.

He raised one eyebrow at me, "Should I thank you for that too?"

"You're welcome." I finally grinned at him as I relaxed, at this point really wanting to kiss him.

He ignored me completely,  but still looked amused, "Why didn't you eat?" He asked instead and out of nowhere.

"I wasn't hungry." I answered simply, not interested in the subject and thinking about what I'd eat tonight instead. Alone. Probably while working. It sounded depressing and lately I didn't like being alone much. "Do you want to come over tonight?"

He blinked his eyes at me, then groaned, "Since when you're so confusing Eva?" He asked and I pursed my lips together because I knew he was right. I couldn't help it though.

"I still have stuff to do, I wasn't finding excuses before...but I can do them if you're around too." I explained nonchalantly, even if it costed me a lot to basically admit that I wanted him with me tonight and not only for the mindblowing sex we'd surely have.

"And what kind of stuff is that?" Nolan asked out of curiosity.

"Laundry," I said with a shrug to my shoulders. He stared at me blankly, as if I had just told him I'd play poker with a whale. I lifted a brow, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He let out a sigh and shook his head, "Seriously? Laundry?"

"Yes, it's what a person does when their clothes are dirty," I retorted like a smartass, but I really didn't see why having to do that was so weird.

"You'd rather do your laundry than have me inside of you?" He asked with a grin, making me want to roll my eyes again because that was ridiculous. His dick was always better than dirty clothes, but there were things a woman just had to do, that included laundry. "Ouch, I'm hurt."

"How about you try saying that a little louder so everyone at work can know we're sleeping together," I said in a hushed tone.

He kept staring at me before laughing, shaking his head again, "Should we HR and sign the papers that we're sleeping together? That way you can't ever bust me for sexual harassment?"

I rolled my eyes, "You're hilarious."

"What are you making for dinner tonight?" He asked, ignoring my sarcasm.

I shrugged and sipped my water before answering. "Why?" I asked back.

"Do you want me to come over or not?" He raised one eyebrow, giving me that cocky look that I hated. Okay, I loved that one too, but it was annoyingly sexy.

"And does it matter what I cook?" My expression mirrored his as I set the bottle of water on the table, my arms crossing against my chest as I kept my eyes on him while my mind tried to think about what I could make for dinner.

He nodded as his smirk got wider, "Oh yes. If it's yummy, I'm coming over."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again, instead I just stared at him blankly. "Everything I make is delicious." I said flatly, not the most modest girl on earth but hey, it wasn't my fault if it was true.

He let out another laugh, shaking his head, "Right, little miss cocky." He said back.

"I'm not cocky, I'm confident." I corrected him and I was tempted to remind him that he was even worse than me, then again it didn't even matter. We both knew how we were and neither of us was willing to change. I stood up from the chair as I glanced at my watch, my lunch break long over, then I looked at Nolan with a straight face. "Please let me know what you decide to do, I'm going grocery shopping after work and I need to know if I'm cooking for one or for two."

He ignored me completely, like he did a lot, "Where are you going?"

"Our break is over." I answered simply, then grinned, "I'm going to have a smoke before working. I'd ask you to join me but you'd start asking me what I smoke and stuff like that."

Nolan chuckled and shook his head, "I'd much rather stare at those pouty lips and think about how good its going to feel when they're wrapped around my dick later on."

I kept my face serious as I stared at him, even though the thought was making me feel a little hot, "Does that mean you're coming over then?"

"Of course," He grinned and stood up. "I never say no to a free meal."

"Except for on Sunday instead," I said flatly, turning on my heels and giving him a view of my ass I was sure he'd appreciate.

He followed me out of the cafeteria and outside where it was much too hot. "Are you still upset that I'm skipping out on our weekly dinner where we play a happy couple?" He asked with a brow raised, making me wonder if he was getting tired of the charade. I couldn't blame him if he did, it had been a while already and nothing had changed between Nolan and I, we were still cold as ice unless we were fucking.

"Do whatever you want," I narrowed my eyes on him then placed a cigarette between my lips, knowing it would be just one of the many I would smoke today.

"Your dad still hates me," He said seriously.

"I can't blame him really." I commented flatly as I leaned back against the wall, one of my arms crossed against my chest and my eyes staring at nothing in front of me while I took another drag.

This time it was his turn to glare at me, something that didn't happen so rarely. "Because it's so easy to hate me?"

"No muffin, because you're going to marry his princess." I said back with a smirk on my face even though my words were all bulls.hit. He was no muffin, I was no princess, and we wouldn't get married. But for some reason I felt that the moment we'd stop pretending for my parents we'd end in real life too. Not that we were a couple really, but still.

He groaned, not looking as amused as I was. "He'd rather see me dead instead."

"Don't worry, you're not really going to marry me, are you?" I asked back, eyebrow raised and smoke coming out of my mouth mixed with my words.

"Stranger things have happened," Nolan said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and offered her the cigarette which he declined with a shake to his head. "My parents still think I'm a virgin," I said after another drag, my serious face not lasting long. He let out a laugh and I stared at him, smirking with my brow raised, "Why is that so funny?"

"Because it's far from the truth," He replied and shook her head. "And I've done some god awful things to your body."

I laughed and kept my eyes on his, "All of those things you enjoyed immensely..."

"That is true," He grinned at me.

I kept my smirk in place as I looked at him, "You're so obvious." I commented shortly and took another drag, the smoke filling my lungs then coming out from my nostrils while I found myself not wanting to go back to work, which was odd. I liked my job, but lately it was as if I felt that there was always something missing.

"So are you." He retorted since what we were talking about was just sex. All the rest was pretty much a mystery.

I ignored his words because I had already heard them before but kept my eyes on him instead. I still didn't fully understand why he didn't want to be in a relationship, even though he'd told me before. I got the part where he wanted no bounds and no problems, but I knew he liked sex in its every form and liked when someone cooked for me, how hard could be for him to find a brainless girl who'd do anything he wanted and would be willing to be treated like a slave basically? He was so handsome he could have anyone too.

"What's wrong Eva?" He cut into my thoughts, making me realize that I was still staring at him.

I shrugged nonchalantly and put the cigarette out, "Nothing." I answered because I wasn't going to tell him what was just my curiosity.

"You were looking at me weird." He pointed out, looking vaguely amused.

I rolled my eyes because yes, I was staring at him, but there was nothing weird with that. Kind of. "You're just so hot I can't take my eyes off of you." I said flatly, using that trite sentence to tease him even though he really was that hot.

"It'll be hard to concentrate on your work for the rest of the day," Nolan grinned and set his hands on my hips, returning the same look I'd been giving him earlier when she was off day dreaming.

"Then we should leave. Take a sick day," I shrugged my shoulders, the words sounding foreign even to myself.

He lifted a brow, looking surprised. "Eva Blunt wants to play hookie?! I'm shocked," He said in a joking tone.

I kept my face serious and shrugged my shoulders once more, "I've been reading resumes all day and they're all the same. I need a break."

"And you want to spend your day off with me?" He smirked and pulled my body closer to his. "I'm honored."

I tilted my head down and leaned my cheek against his shoulder for a moment, just a moment to breathe in his manly scent and try to make up my mind. "It's either that or I'll wait for you to be off." I said eventually, my voice quiet.

I felt his hands grasp at my hips tighter, "I wasn't aware that we had agreed on spending the night together." He said and when I pulled my head back, he was smirking.

I killed the urge I had to kiss that smirk off of his mouth and pulled away from him instead, smoothing my dress. "You don't have to decide now. I'll be home anyway." I answered in the same tone I used when I worked.

He furrowed his brows but it was all an act, he wasn't fazed at all. He never was. "What happened to your super busy day?" He asked as he slipped his hands into the pocket of his pants.

"I said f.uck to that." I replied nonchalantly, staring at him.

"I could think of better things for you to fu.ck instead," Nolan retorted and I laughed softly before rolling my eyes. "Hey, you walked into that one."

"Come with me," I said, ignoring his words.

He parted his lips again and kept his face serious, "I plan on it. Over and over again."

A grin played on my lips, "Stop with all the innuendos, perv."

"I can't contain myself around you," He sighed, a smirk spreading across his face. "But sure, I can leave early."

My brows shot up, "Really?"

"Really to not being able to control myself around you or leaving?" He reached out and grabbed my hip again, pulling me back against him.

"You're so cheesy," I replied but a smile was on my lips, practically begging him to kiss me.

"Don't you like that about me?" He asked instead of kissing me, keeping his eyes on my lips though.

I followed his gaze and bit down on my lip before looking back into his eyes. "You're not that cheesy anyway." I said absintmindedly since I was too focused on how much I wanted him to kiss me right now. In any other circumstance I would've kissed him first, but we were at work. In theory.

His hands grasped at my hips tighter as he caught me look at his lips, only doing what he was doing less than three seconds ago. "What am I instead?" He asked back.

"Hot." I answered seriously, my fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt as I found myself leaning into him as if my brain wasn't controlling my body anymore. The attraction between us was too strong to ignore it.

A smirk curved his lips and his hands moved behind my back, pressing me harder against him. "Tell me something I don't know."

I angled my head, our lips dangerously close and I had the feeling we were playing a game where no matter who'd kiss the other, no one would lose anyway. "You're awfully good at resisting me right now."

"Does it surprise you?" Nolan kept grinning, dropping his hands down my back to cup my ass, whether to test me or just touch her. 

I let out a soft laugh, "Are we just going to stand here for the rest of the day or will you take me home and fuck me?"

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "I'm coping a feel right now, don't interrupt me woman." When I rolled my eyes, he grinned wider, "Are you impatient to get me naked?"

"You're so cocky," I replied but eventually grinned.

"You're right," He agreed and pulled his body away from mine, slipping his hand into mine almost automatically, as if it was a natural thing that we always did. "Do you need to get your purse? Tampons? I don't know what else you'd need to grab out of your office."

I shot him a dangerous look, wondering why in gods name he was even thinking about tampons. Maybe he was hoping I got my period so that he'd get blowjobs without doing anything back to me. "My purse. Are you planning on holding my hand and walking me to my office?"

"Are you ashamed of being seen with me?" He joked.

I make my brain think fast, because that was the kind of question that needed no hesitation. Was I ashamed? Of course not. "No." I said nonchalantly, without adding that no woman sane of mind would ever be ashamed to hold hands with such a handsome man. When he raised one eyebrow and looked vaguely amused, I knew he wanted more than just a two words answer. "But wouldn't it be unprofessional?"

He sighed and shook his head, giving me an expression that I couldn't tell if it was really serious or fake serious. "You know how to kill the nice guy in me." He said and I felt his hand slipping from mine so I held it tighter not to let it go.

"There's no nice guy in you." I say in a playful tone, even adding a smile because that wasn't true at all. He had his moments, even if they were rare, but I knew he was a good man at heart.

"You're doing it again." He said back with a grin, our fingers tangling together as we walked towards my office.

I did my best to avoid the eyes on us, fighting the urge to glare to everyone and trying to act nonchalant instead. I wondered if Nolan cared about what people thought, if he'd mind if someone in the office thought he was off limits...then again, it took a lot more than holding hand to stop a s.lut, so if some was interested in Nolan? I wouldn't be able to stop her, no matter if I wanted to or not. "Maybe because I'm not a nice girl either." I said simply, that not being true either, but that was how it was with him. We joked, or we f.uck, or both.

Nolan laughed and kept his eyes on me after I pushed the door to my office open, letting go of his hand in favor of turning my computer off and then packing up my bag. "You'd bore me if you were a good girl," He leaned against the doorway.

My eyes flicked up to meet his, "I said nice, not good."

"Same difference," He gave me a grin that I didn't bother to read. I wasn't sure about what he really thought about me, looks aside.

I grinned back and shook my head, "No. Very different instead."

He kept his face serious, "Are we here for a grammar lesson or can we go? My hands are itching to spank you."