He should be out of here already, totally gone,
Yet he’s staring, again, shamelessly staring.
I should be uncomfortable under his stare,
The way he’s looking at me, charming me,
From across the table, daring me to react,
But I promise me I won’t today, or so I think.
The room is getting smaller like it’s just us.
I should snap out of this, but I’m helpless.
He runs his pink tongue on his lower lip,
Agonizingly slow while holding his stare.
His eyes follow every move my hand makes,
I should hate it, but I like it, this staring contest,
With the idiot that makes my heart drum so loudly.
His beautiful black eyes, I’m not lost in them,
I live in them, that’s how I know his plans,
And I know I can’t stop him, not anymore.
I’m losing control, he seems to know it,
And he’s enjoying it, at my expense
I can do this, two can play the game.
I almost excuse myself, away from him,
Then he poses a question my way. Damn.
The team is expectantly looking at me,
I just hope they don’t look harder, oh God.
I intentionally lose balance, and he catches me.
Close, he’s too close, then everyone is shut out,
This is dangerous, unhealthy, absolutely unreal.
Suddenly the air particles have grown too big,
I can’t breathe, I’m almost suffocating,
My breaths are raspy, rugged, I’m heating up,
It’s too hot in here, and my palms are sweaty,
I’m flushed and just a move from either side,
I’d be totally trapped in him, the manager.
My ears feel twitchy, my belly churns with desire,
But I can’t do anything now, not with him close.
My lips are dry, and my tongue swipes them,
But it’s still constant, I’m trembling, this is too much,
Actually, my lips are trembling, he looks amused.
My stomach rumbles and I ignore it, I feel hungry,
Just not for food, stupid subconscious, stupid stomach,
For shamelessly displaying my hunger on all counts.
He’s comfortable, hard though comfortable,
This feels so good, I don’t want to leave here,
If only he’d stop playing games, this could be fun,
I’d even consider his wicked proposal anytime.
Throats clear around us, amused faces looking,
And I want out of here now, evaporate even,
The whole table is waiting for the both of us,
And from their looks, I’m in trouble, oh no.
Seems like I spoke my thoughts loudly,
They couldn’t have heard all of it, right?
There’s a stupid smirk plastered on his face,
I take it I really did, swallow me now please,
His fault and he’s totally enjoying this, sexy bastard.
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