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A Surprise Visit (Part 3)

Can they handle a formal dinner in front of their coworkers?

Even though this memory is far away now, I can still remember it like it was yesterday. It is more difficult to write now without my constant inspiration. I know this is a short chapter, but there is more coming. Just wait for the team building activities..... if they survive the night.

Emma leaned back against the wall and was stunned by the abruptness of the whole encounter. This is unbelievable. How dare he! After all this time he didn’t even let her finish. Or suck him off. Or anything! She felt like she was going to explode from frustration, even worse, she didn’t think she could go back in a room with him. Let alone eat dinner at the same table.

Standing up, she tried to straighten her dress and realized her panties were unsalvagable. Just as she reached down to grab them, the door opened behind her. She quickly kicked them into the corner.

“There you are, we were looking for you. Is the presentation ready to go?” It was her boss, Ray. He glanced appreciatively at her presenting backside and she quickly straightened up. He was a jerk and she didn’t wear this dress for him. Swearing internally, she quickly checked that the flash drive was in the right input and went to follow him back into the room. There was no way out of this.

Emma found her nametag at her table as Ray and Kyle shuffled their notes on the podium. She barely heard a word of it as her mind flip-flopped between wanting to fuck Kyle and wanting to tell him to fuck off. Eventually, they wrapped up the awards and it was time for dinner. Kyle came and took his place to her right at the table, without catching her eye again. He had obviously re-entered work mode and was back to ignoring her.

She wasn’t going to let him get away with that. Now she was glad she came back for dinner. As soon as the salads were placed on the table, her hands began to wander under the edge of the tablecloth. He was deeply engaged in conversation with the midwest sales manager Steve, studiously ignoring her. Her nails slide over his pants, pressing hard enough that his words wavered for an instant, but he didn’t break his stride.

Working gently across his belt she casually glanced around to be sure no one was paying attention. Luckily, they were both behind a table with their backs to the wall and everyone else at the table was talking or drunk. Her right hand moved expertly across the belt and undid it. She used her thumb to pop the top button and gently worked the zipper down.

He turned to her with a pained expression and said, “What do you think?”

She stopped her hands and blinked once before replying expertly, “That isn’t really my area of expertise.” Her smile was wide and mocking.

Emma had no idea what the conversation was about, but if it involved sales tactics or baseball she was pretty sure she was no expert. It was her staple statement for dumb questions that were asked of her. Dinner was arriving anyway, and she hadn’t touched her salad. She pushed it aside, her appetite for food completely consumed by her hunger for Kyle and revenge.

As soon as dinner was on the table and everyone was eating or talking she let her hand roam back under the cloth. Bridgette from accounting was trying to talk to her, but her mind was only half in the conversation as her right hand went back to drawing down his zipper. He couldn’t do anything about it without letting on what was happening, and she used it to her advantage. Internally she applauded herself for multitasking so well.

Finally, the zipper was all the way down and her fingers danced across the tightness of the boxers below. He was already hard in his pants and she wanted nothing more than to finish what they started. She planned her next move carefully as she attempted to pop the button on his boxers with one hand.

She felt the front of the boxers finally open and her hand wrapped carefully around his unbelievable hardness. Grateful that he was sitting on her dominant side, she carefully started stroking his thick length under the table. His voice faltered in his conversation and he pushed the edge of the napkin off the table.

“Oops, excuse me,” he said to Steve as he ducked under the table.

He went completely under the table and lifted her dress as he did. He ran his hand up her leg and gently bit her inner thigh. She nearly jumped a foot in the air, banging her knee on the table. When everyone looked at her, she gave a nervous laugh. Kyle popped back out from under the table with his napkin triumphantly hanging from his hand. Again, he didn’t look at her as he resumed his dialogue with Steve.

Rattled by his actions, Emma focused on her dinner and pushing the food around the plate. She pretended to listen and nod along with some of the other conversations but her head really wasn't in the game. That bite came way too close to giving away the game and if she kept teasing him, one of them was going to fuck up.

Ray got back up to the microphone to give a reminder of tomorrow’s agenda and teambuilding activity before reminding everyone that the bar was open until midnight. He winked at her table and she shifted uneasily in her chair. She wanted to get back to her room and relieve some tension. As everyone moved towards the bar, she tried to sneak out the back to go up to her hotel room.

Just as she left the room she felt someone walking behind her. Ray was following her. He was obviously drunk and grabbed her arm to turn her around.

“Sorry, but the bar is back that way,” she said with a nervous laugh. She didn’t trust him sober, and drunk was way worse.

As he opened his mouth to speak, another voice came from right behind him.

“Hey Emma, before you go I was wondering if we could go over some details for tomorrow,” Kyle said giving her a meaningful look over Ray’s shoulder. Ray looked disappointed and stumbled back towards the bar.

When they were alone in the hallway he said, “That looked like trouble waiting to happen.”

She rolled her eyes. “You have no idea. He is terrible in the office, public outings are way worse. Glad to see you're talking to me now.” Anger was her friend again. It kept her head straight.

He leaned close enough that she could smell his cologne and see the gold flecks in his green eyes. He brushed a strand of hair off her neck, and whispered into her ear,

“I have to ignore you or I can’t function.”

The words shivered down her spine and made her swallow hard. She wanted to push him up against this wall and fuck him right in the hallway. She tried to suppress the feeling, remembering his dirty tricks, and trying to get angry instead. It wasn’t working well, and she could feel the few drinks she had making her resolve weaken.

“I am in room 343, meet me in an hour,” he whispered into her ear, and he walked back to the bar.


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