The Last Laugh

Chapter 29

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Heather's POV:

I went to my office and sat down to think of what had just happened. Oh gosh, I felt so embarrassed.

Why the hell was I trying to run away from him?? He too noticed apparently and that's surely what got

him amused.

I laughed alone, thinking of how ridiculous I'd acted. He'd clearly wanted to laugh at me from the start.

Gosh! I would even be more shy around him now.

The best part of it all was that I'd discovered that he seemed to be someone nice. Not as sawyert had

described him the first time. He was kinda playful. Maybe I was wrong to be afraid of him and avoid

him. I would try to be more polite towards him than sceptical. But that would be hard because I was

always going red and nervous around him. I didn't know why. Maybe that was why I'd avoided him in

the first place. Because he made me nervous. For nothing.

I shook my head and started to concentrate on the work I had to do.

Christina's POV:

I sat down the whole morning in my office. It was already ten o'clock but surprisingly, Ace hadn't come

to greet me. He was quite odd. It was clear that he liked me and didn't know how to approach me

because I was older than him and also his boss. Maybe he was just nervous. I could give him a little

help by taking the first steps.

I picked my office phone and called his office.

"Yes, hello. Ace, I want you to come over now. Yes– okay. "

I hung up and waited. Knowing he was on his way, I unbuttoned a few more buttons on my blouse,

exposing a clear attractive cleavage. I'd always been big breasted for a white woman, and trust me, it

attracted a lot of men. Especially the young ones.

I pretended to write something important down.

A few minutes later, a knock was heard and he came in. I didn't look up, pretending to be busy.

"Good morning, Christina." he said in his smooth voice as he took a seat.

I looked up at him and smiled.

He smirked.

"How are you?" I asked, adjusting in my chair and making my cleavage evident. He noticed but quickly

withdrew his gaze. Sneaky little boy.

"I'm fine. And you?" he asked causally.

"You didn't come to greet me this morning like you always do."

He looked at me.

"I'm sorry." he said with a smile.

"Well, that isn't enough." I stood up from my seat and came over to lean against my table, close to him.

He looked at me from head to toe in a slow manner that gave me the chills.

"I will have to punish you." I teased with a slight bite of my lower lip.

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked and I smiled.

"I'll think about it and let you know what you can do." I looked down at his trousers and noticed his dick

print. I could clearly see a bulge. An idea came to my mind, "Do you want to drink some water?" I

asked politely.

"Uh, yes."

I smiled and made my way to the filter at the corner of my office. I filled a glass with water and made

my way back to him.

"Here." I handed it out to him.

"Thanks."

When he reached to take it, I pretended to mistakenly pour some water on his trousers, right on the zip

area.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, surprised. I quickly grabbed my handkerchief and pretended to help him wipe it off.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed cleaning or rather, rubbing the water off his trousers. I felt him quite well

and hard against my palm and at a point I was tempted to squeeze.

"What the–!" he exclaimed, jumping out of his seat in surprise. He stared at me dumbfounded. I looked

at him innocently.

"I'm sorry for pouring water on you. Let me clean it off completely!"

Ace's POV:

It was by total miracle and self control that I didn't slap Christina hard in face. Damn, I felt my hands roll

into tight fists. I tried hard to control myself. If I slapped or did anything to her, I would destroy all I'd

began. I took a deep breath and controlled myself.

She tried to 'help me clean it off completely' but I stepped back, trying not to frown at her and trying to

look unaffected.

"No, no, it's okay, boss. It wasn't your fault." I said, forcing a real smile.

She smiled back.

That almost sent me over the edge again. She'd just found a pretext to touch me intimately and now

she was smiling? I tried not to explode but maintained my smile.

"Thanks." she said.

"No, problem. Let me leave now."

"Okay." she smirked and returned to her seat while I left her office for mine in hidden rage and anger.

Christina's POV:

I was happy with myself. My little seductive work had worked. I wanted to give a sign that I wanted him

and that he could freely get me.

Of course he knew that I had poured the glass of water intentionally. He'd clearly felt me rub him

slightly. Yet, he didn't get angry. He pretended it was a mistake with a smile on his face.

I bit my lip just at the feel of him. I promised to myself that the next time, I would grab him fully in my

hand and there would be nothing he would do.

Once I set my eyes on someone, I never give up until you give me what I want.