"Em!" AJ rolled his chair next to hers and laid his head on her shoulder. "I missed you."
"It's been one day."
"Yes, one whole day!"
"Sixteen hours, actually."
"Every moment away from you felt like an eternity, my love." AJ started making gross, overexaggerated kissing sounds. Em pushed him away.
"Fuck off, weirdo."
'Aww, you know you love me."
"Yeah, yeah." AJ was a much needed distraction from what she was supposed to be doing, refreshing the proposal Quentin tore up yesterday. Not the only thing he tore up yesterday. She giggled to herself.
"Mr. Blake!" Kate, the director of marketing, stood up abruptly. Quentin was here? Did she summon him with her mind?
"Ms. Delaney." Quentin greeted her. "I wanted to check on the progress of her proposal." Since yesterday? God, what a dick.
"Of course! Em and AJ are working on it right now." Fuck. They basically had nothing done.
AJ slammed his chair into hers, and reached across her desk to grab her notebook.
"We are still in the brainstorming stage for it, but we do have some ideas. We were drawing inspiration from classic painters. The idea was to combine new tech and old art." AJ flipped through Em's notebook until he found the right page. "There are a few paths we can take from this angle. My personal favorite is digitally adding NovaTech into renaissance era painting. It's…"
Quentin snatched the notebook from AJ. The room was dead silent for the moment.
"If this department wants to continue your funding, I suggest you stop doodling and get to work." He threw the notebook back onto the desk and walked away. Nobody moved until they heard the elevator door close.
"Man, fuck that guy." Jenny, their graphic designer, rolled her eyes.
"Why even bother coming down here if you're just going to complain and storm off." AJ shook his head.
"Anal-retentive." Em said. AJ snorted.
"He's hot, though." Kate smiled, still staring at where Quentin had been standing. "And he knows my name!"
"There's only so much forgiveness I can give for the sake of hotness." Jenny said. "Also, AJ's hot, and he's not a dick."
"Aw, shucks." AJ turned to Em. "Aren't you lucky to be sitting next to a hot guy?"
"More like cursed." She rolled her eyes. "Were you serious about using my painting idea?"
"Of course! I loved it the first time, but the dev guys pushed us to use their ideas." He shook his head.
"Let's work on it then. Work out some solid ideas and develop them. I know you guys are going to make something amazing." Kate smiled at them and then sat down at her desk. Em nodded, and went back to work.
The end of the day came quickly. Things always went by quickly when she had something to work on. One of the things she liked about her job was that she usually got to leave on time. It was six-thirty, and the rest of her team had already clocked out. She'd just wanted to finish one last thing, and the time ran away from her. She heard her phone chime.
FB: Ur still here?
How the fuck did he know that? Em looked around, but didn't see anybody.
Em: Yeah, why?
FB: Do you need a ride home?
Em: …
Em: No.
FB: Y
Em: I can't be seen getting into a car with the CFO
Em: I shouldn't even be texting right now
FB: Nobody's going to say anything
Em: I would
Em: Just find someone else to fuck
Quentin didn't reply, so Em figured he decided to do just that. She packed up her things and headed for the elevator.
The doors opened, and Quentin was standing there alongside one of the cleaners. She let the cleaner get off and then joined him inside.
She considered talking to him as the door closed. They didn't have that kind of relationship. She pulled out her phone to check her email.
The elevator jolted to a stop. She looked up to see that Quentin had hit the emergency stop button. He turned to her. His hand was a first but Em wasn't afraid. He would never hit her.
"Have you been having sex with other people?"
Em was silent for a moment, taken aback, which was apparently too long because Quentin took a step towards her.
"Not recently, no. But the terms of our arrangement aren't something we should discuss here." He took another step to stand right in front of her.
Em realized he was trembling. She reached out a hand to brush the hair out of his face and touch his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her palm, wrapping his arms around her waist. Em didn't know what happened, but he was clearly desperate.
"Are there cameras in the elevator?" she asked. He shook his head frantically. "Do you need someone to make you feel good?"
"I need you." He choked out. She honestly thought about having him fuck her against the wall, but she didn't bring a condom. Normally, she wouldn't even consider having sex at the office, but something about the way he was acting made her want to touch him. She kissed him, hard, and he held her tightly. Then she pushed him against the wall and went down on her knees.
He must have been wearing a tailored suit, because he wasn't wearing a belt. Convenient. She undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
"Em." Quentin gasped. Em smiled up at him.
"I've got you, baby." She pulled his cock out of his pants, doing her best to be gentle, and wrapped her lips around it. He was thick and hard and already dripping, and Em grinned up at him. He could be so needy in moments like these. It was hilarious.
She pushed forward, taking his cock down her throat. She had always liked sucking dick. With the right partner, it could be a very enjoyable experience. She liked the way her jaw ached. She liked watching him tremble as he tried to stay upright. Quentin had braced himself against the wall, and seemed to be holding on for dear life. She gripped his waist as she moved, tracing the veins with her tongue as she sucked him. They had played this game before. She knew he desperately wanted to take control, wanted to fuck her face fast and hard like he was used to. Em didn't roll like that, and Quentin knew it. She could see him battling his instincts, trying not to dominate. He'd close his eyes sometimes, like he couldn't bear to look at her. Then he'd open them again and put a hand to her face, staring at her like he couldn't bear to look away.
They had hooked up enough times that Em could recognize when Quentin was about to cum. She didn't really like the taste, but it would be messy to clean up in this elevator, with both of them wearing nice work clothes. So she grabbed him with both hands, fingers gripping his ass, and shoved his cock deep down her throat. Quentin gasped like he was broken, and then seemed to shatter. She felt his spend shoot down her throat. She waited a moment for him to recover, and then carefully took her mouth off his cock. He seemed to still be reeling, so she tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants. She took a quick glance at the elevator mirror. She was mostly good, except for a few odd creases in her dress and the frizzy hair. She straightened her clothes, and tied her hair into a tight ponytail. Then she smiled.
She looked back at Quentin, who was still leaning against the wall exactly as he had been. He looked good enough too. No one would suspect anything untoward had happened here, if there even was anybody in the lobby at this hour. She pulled out her phone, and saw a message from Marco.
Marco: Dinner 2nite? BOGO pizza @ Paisanos
Em: Hell yeah
Em smiled. Paisanos was the best (and only) place in their neighborhood. She and Marco always got the same thing, too. Chicken, spinach, and mushroom pizza. She grinned, and hit the emergency stop button again. The elevator slowly started moving again.
"Who are you texting?" Quentin asked. Nosy ass.
"A friend." She shrugged. "You good?" He looked at her for a moment, and there was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite name. It made her uncomfortable.
"I'm good." He finally said. They reached the lobby and the elevator dinged.
"See you around, then." She nodded, and stepped out into the sunlight.