Chapter Thirty-Seven

She ran out of his office, cheeks streaked with her tears and her chest heaving. Turning around, she saw him standing outside his office, watching her before he eventually went back inside. Her heart broke as she rushed to the parking lot.

She stopped several times on the way to her car to catch her breath. Stopping again, she put her hands on her knees. Why did things have to be like this? She wanted him, and she knew in her bones that he wanted her too. So why did they have to stay apart?

And the way he looked at her just now when he said those words to her. It was as if he had erased the long history they had between them. It was like he didn't know who she was, like she was a stranger. And when she had hurried out of his office, he simply watched as she disappeared, and decided that he didn't care, so he returned to his office. He didn't even bother to clear the air. It was like he truly didn't care anymore.

She regained her posture and continued a brisk walk to her car. Opening the door, she went inside and slammed the door shut. She put her forehead on the steering wheel and the dam broke. The tears flowed and flowed.

Who was she kidding? He cared about her. She only wanted to convince herself that he didn't, so it would make the separation easier to handle. He loved her so much, too much, and she was starting to love herself more because of him.

She hit her forehead against the steering wheel once. She hated this! She hated the circumstances she was trapped in, hated how they never stood a chance. She thought about that night where she agreed to date Leonard. Oh, how she wished she never uttered those words! Then it wouldn't be so hard anymore.

As time passed, her tears stopped flowing and she rested her head against the headrest. Her mind blanked and she stared into empty space, thinking about how things would be different if she had never dated Leonard, but met Keanu somehow. She sighed at the immaculate picture and ran her fingers through her hair. Resting her hands on her lap, she sighed again before her eyes fell to the hands on her lap.

She brushed the back of her hand across the smooth fabric of his pants. He had good taste, and it was well ironed, like all his clothes. He was always neat and well-groomed. She lifted her hands to his shirt and ran her fingers across the collar. This was his shirt, and it had touched his skin before. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of his skin on hers.

Breathing in, she cupped her breast and kneaded it slowly. His hand was on it, caressing her, coaxing the arousal from her body. Oh, what she wouldn't give to have his hands on her again!

She sighed, her fingers dropping to the space between her legs. She brought her fingers to her clit thought the fabric and circled it, the pressure collecting in her pussy. Her eyes still shut, a gasp of pleasure left her mouth as her fingers teased her bud, and her other hand reached up into his shirt to palm her breast directly. She pinched her nipple between two fingers like he had and moaned.

If he were there with her, what would he do to her? She quickened her pace on her clit, rubbing it up and down. The arousal built and her mind dizzied as the pleasure rocked her body. She was breathing in short bursts and the smell of his skin drifted from his clothes into her nostrils.

Smoke, expensive wood, citrus, menthol.

That was what he smelled like.

Masculinity.

The orgasm shook itself free of her body, shattering outwards. She gasped and gasped as she rode the high, her fingers fast on her clit. Her entire body shook as the spasms of electricity coursed through her body. Drowning in the shockwaves, her eyes flew open.

"Keanu!"

She panted, the orgasm dying off. She slowly managed to get her breathing back to normal when it suddenly struck her that she was not alone at home. Panic crept into her mind as her eyes darted about the parking lot to see if anyone had caught her in the act. She searched and searched, until she caught sight of something.

Keanu!

In the lot directly before her was Keanu's car, and he was inside. Her breath hitched again as she saw him. One of his hands was on the steering wheel and the features on his face were twisted in fury. He was gritting his teeth, and she knew he had seen her touching herself in his clothes.

Their eyes met. He was almost glaring at her, and somehow, that turned her on so much. She wet her lips and the rage on his face tightened. He sent a fist flying towards the dashboard, causing her to jump in her seat.

They sat there, eyes still locked. He was thinking, and thinking hard. She wanted to know every thought he was having, but part of her didn't want to know, because she knew it would only worsen everything. She continued glaring at him, and held onto the side of her neck. Her body was full of arousal again, and it was only intensifying.

Separated by their cars and the road, she saw Keanu's mouth forming a profanity before finally, he shoved his car door wide open.