Chapter Twelve

It was a week after the live announcement, which progressed without a hitch. She still remembered that day as if it had happened yesterday. She was so, so close! Unbearably close to having sex with him, and it thrilled her completely that they had nearly consummated their love! She knew he loved her as much as she did him, and she couldn't wait for him to finally step up to reveal his affection. He had been hiding it for so long - it seemed like it hurt.

But now, she was about to meet him again. There was going to be an exclusive interview that she was supposed to be in charge of in a meeting room at Brevity Press. The company had offered to hold it in his office, but he wanted to walk around in Brevity's office to take a look around. To be honest, she knew he came over to visit her. What else? It was such a boring office.

Pushing the door to the meeting room open, Angel stepped inside. Darrow was already seated on the other side of the rectangular table and he got up with a warm, professional smile. Angel came over to the table to grasp his warm hand before taking her seat.

"We meet again, Angel," Darrow said to her, and she felt her insides melt.

"Y-Yes," Angel said as his hold on her hand tightened, along with her core. What would this hand feel on other parts of her body? In her mouth, along her neck, between her breasts and inside her entrance, over her clit?

Darrow's hand left Angel's and her hand stayed suspended in midair for a solid five seconds before it fell back to her side again. They both took their seats and Angel removed a voice recorder from her bag to set it in the table between either of them.

"We'll be going on the record now, alright?" Angel said to him with a smile.
"Sure," he said casually.

Angel clicked a button on the voice recorder and a red button flashed. "So, we're having this meeting to discuss your recent progress in combating climate change."

"Well, yes," Darrow said and continued on a long discourse about his efforts in that area, but Angel tuned every word out, focusing instead on the way his lips were moving, the way his jaw was clenching and the way his rough, dark hands were emphasising his words. "Angel," he said. "Angel?"

"W-What?" Angel said, blinking. Her hands trembled as she inched them up her skirt, towards her panties.

"Were you listening?"

"Of course I was," she said, blushing. She definitely wasn't listening and she had obviously been caught. She pushed her panties aside and inserted a finger underneath. Running her finger over her clit, she circled it slowly. A short breath escaped her lips.

"You seem to be very familiar with what I've been doing," Darrow said. "I am speaking of these plans for the first time but you don't seem like you're absorbing new information at all."

"Well," she said, hesitating. "I do my research well." She ran her fingertip down from her clit to her opening and inserted a finger inside. She pushed that finger in and out of her folds, adding two fingers in before adding a third.

"So it seems," he said. "You're one of the few reporters I know by name. You're taking the world of journalism by storm, with your timely articles and brutal words. I've never seen someone climb the ranks as quickly as you did, and I'd know, because my ex-wife was a journalist herself." Her fingers went in, out, in, out her opening. Her breathing matched the speed of her fingers.

"Thank you," Angel said, rubbing her thumb against her clit before she dug her nail into it, and shockwaves of pleasure spread across her body like wildfire.

"It's lovely seeing young minds prospering in life," he said. "I hear you've won many awards as well. Congratulations."

"Y-Yeah," she breathed out, the pressure between her legs growing.

"You seem somewhat out of breath. Did you run here or something?"

"No, I didn't," Angel lied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said.

"Well then, as I was saying, it's wonderful to see young women get ahead in life, especially when the odds are stacked against them," he said. "You're already so accomplished. Thank you for working with me." Then he stuck his right hand out towards her, and it hung in midair. It was open and he was staring at her with a smile, waiting for her to grasp his hand.

"W-Wha?"

"I'd like to thank you."

She stared hard at his hand as her finger slipped out of her pussy. Removing her hand from underneath her skirt, she wiped it quickly against the fabric before reaching her hand out to him to grasp it. Her hand trembled ever so lightly in his hand and she blinked fast, her heart racing.

"Is the room too warm for you? Your hand is…"

"No, it's just alright," Angel said. "It's alright."

He shook her hand firmly before letting go of her hand. "Let's continue, shall we?" Darrow said as he went on with the interview, speaking about climate change this and climate change that, leaving Angel behind in the wreck of nerves she was in.