"Woman! This place is bloody wicked!" Hannah screamed excitedly after running around Mikayla's new apartment and exploring all the rooms.

After Hannah had settled down, Mikayla replayed what happened with Damien over lunch. Once they had finished eating, they then moved onto the patio to continue their conversation while enjoying the nice weather. They sipped on their Sea Breeze cocktails, enjoying the fresh air. The vodka, cranberry and grapefruit drink was very refreshing, while loosening up their inhibitions.

"Seriously though Miks," Hannah continued after taking another sip of her drink, "I can't believe how big this place is. You know, I'm definitely going to be coming over often to enjoy the spa and the pool amenities, right?"

Mikayla laughed, "Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less."

"Anyway, back to you and the Monsieur." Hanna said with a big grin, "I can't believe his father almost caught you both. It's kind of hot when you think about it."

"Oh... My... Geed... Hannah!" Mikayla exclaimed, "I beg to differ! It was embarrassing as hell!" she sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the recliner.

Hannah pried, "So what's next, when are you going to sit on his penis?"

"Hannah!" Mikayla said loudly as she opened her brown eyes widely, not entirely shocked by her best friend's boldness.

Shrugging she replied, "What? You guys almost did it on the dining room table for crying out loud!"

"We did not! It was just some... Heavy touching," Mikayla groaned out as she sat up straighter. "That's what kind of scares me, it's like the minute we kiss, all reason goes out the window. I literally just moved in yesterday!" her voice emphasising on the last word before she continued, "Yet, if we hadn't been interrupted, I'm pretty sure we would have ended up having sex! I think it's a bit too fast."

Hannah's icy blue eyes sparkled a bit, "Well, when you put it like that, I guess you guys do sound like a couple of horny dogs. However, that's what happens sometimes when two people have crazy sexual chemistry. There's nothing wrong with having an intense desire towards another person, we're human for Gods sake, it's what we do, feel!" Hannah took a taste of her drink before continuing.

"I mean sure, society may try to place stupid rules on how long we have to wait before we can shag someone, especially as women." Hannah said with an off-handed shrug, "But this isn't the dark ages anymore and a lot of the rules are just shit anyway. I mean sure, society might try to put guidelines on dating but desire can be a hard thing to contain. So, forget about all that and just focus on how you feel."

Mikayla exhaled, "You know, for someone whose last name is Cupid, you'd think that you'd use some of your own advice sometimes."

"What can I say, I might give great advice sometimes. Doesn't mean I use it," Hannah chuckled a bit, "besides, emotions can be scary. Dealing with physical needs is just easier for me, and more enjoyable," she added with a cheeky wink.

With a sigh Mikayla said, "That's just it, I want him so bad! I mean, I wasn't prepared for him to confess that he liked me so much, although that could be a lie..."

"Miks," Hannah instantly cut her off, "don't start self-sabotaging yourself. After everything that's happened in the last twenty-four hours, how could you even think that? That man is clearly crazy about you!" she paused to emphasize her next words, "You deserve this, you deserve him!"

Hannah paused to take another big sip from her glass, "Don't be like me. Don't run from your emotions. You deserve to have someone worship your body! Even if in the long run things don't work out, at least you'll have some fond memories to look back on. It's much better than having regrets and wondering what could have happened."

"Pfft! You really should take to heart some of your own advice," Mikayla retorted with a smile.

Hannah crunched her nose a bit, "Nah! I'm definitely not ready for that kind of intense lovey dovey mess right now. Although, I wouldn't say no to you setting me up on one of his richy rich friends for a bit of fun." she teased at the end.

"There's no lovey dovey anything!" Mikayla grumbled before admitting, "I just don't want things to be awkward at work."

"The only thing awkward I can see happening, is someone walking in on you laying across his desk with him buried balls deep. Now that might cause a bit of a scene, even if the image would be a hot one," Hannah snickered.

"Ugh! And therein lies the problem!" Mikayla exhaled, "To be honest, I don't think I could stop it from happening even if I wanted to. I'm really going to have to keep him at arm's length when we're at the office. Or at least try my best to, otherwise that's exactly how we'll end up."

"Just don't keep him at arm's length for too long! I know how you can get when you're ready, you erect these huge walls and push people away," Hannah heaved a sigh as she ran a hand through her medium-length blonde hair.

Mikayla was about to say something but Hannah cut her off as she continued speaking.

"I get that you want to keep things out of the office, but the man is literally on top of you!" Hannah pointed upwards to the penthouse, "You guys are now around each other 24/7! I'll give you two until the end of next week, that's if he doesn't lose control and ravage you first or vice versa."

Placing her hands over her face, Mikayla groaned at the thought.

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The next morning, Mikayla stood in the foyer, wearing a two-piece navy blazer pants suit with a soft white cotton inner top. Her hair was neatly combed back into a scrunchie, the rest cascading in a long curly ponytail down her back.

She was holding two cups of coffee and sighed as she sipped on her mocha latte, relishing in the taste as she stood in the lobby, waiting on Damien. He had texted her last night to tell her that, since they lived in the same apartment building now, she would be getting a lift to and from work every day.

"Good morning beautiful." Damien said as he snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear. He could not help but appreciate how good her ass looked in her slacks.

"Ah!" Mikayla jumped slightly as she turned around to face him. Damien wore an all-black suit today and was looking handsome as usual. "Good morning to you too. You're lucky I didn't spill this coffee!" she grumbled as she handed him his.

As the driver arrived, they both got into the black Rolls Royce Phantom and headed to work together for the first time. Mikayla was on her iPhone, going over their agenda for the day, while Damien was unable to take his eyes off of her. Since Saturday night, he had not been able to get her out of his thoughts. The feel of her, the scent of her, the sound of her voice; it tortured and haunted him. Moving closer to Mikayla, he was unable to stop himself as he gently grabbed her chin and pulled her attention away from her phone as their eyes locked.

"I missed you, mon petit oiseau des îles," was all Damien said before his lips descended upon hers and he kissed her passionately.

Mikayla allowed herself to give in to the sweet kiss, but only for a brief moment before she gently had to push him away as she felt that she would lose control, "I missed you too, but we can't do this right now. We have a meeting in forty-five minutes and I think that we should do our best to keep our personal life out of the office."

Damien inwardly groaned as he nodded. He did not like it, but he would respect her wishes. As the car parked in front of Arnauld Tech Corporation, he quickly got out without saying another word, for fear of dragging her back to the apartment and having his way with her.

A few minutes later, Mikayla was in her office prepping the documents for the meeting when her iPhone rang.

"I need those documents now!" Damien said and hung up not waiting for a reply.

She laughed to herself, happy that their office relationship did not seem to change.

"At least his lack of manners is still there," she mumbled to herself as she walked over to his office.

The door was open but Damien wasn't at his desk. Mikayla noticed that the textured, cream coloured wall partition that was between the book shelves behind his desk was slightly ajar. This secret space she had learned about during her first week, had a private bathroom and shower area. She sat on the couch and answered some emails while waiting on Damien.

Unknowing to Mikayla, Damien was in the enclosed private toilet section of the large bathroom, touching himself. He was standing with his arousal in hand, his eyes tightly closed, images of Mikayla flashing through his mind as he pumped himself with intense determined strokes.

Kissing her in the car had left him heated and if he wanted to have any chance of making it through the day, he needed to get the edge off. Damien felt like such a lusty teenager, incapable of controlling his raging hormones.

"This is what she's turned you into, masturbating at work and it's not even 9am. Bloody hell!" Damien thought as he did his best to stifle his groans.

If he had any hopes of keeping things professional while they were at the office, he would need to create a bit of space between them. Whereas before, Mikayla would be almost glued to his hip because he liked being in her presence. However, that would need to change a bit as he would not have her around him unnecessarily. Damien thought it best to give her more desk related assignments as a perfect excuse. At least until he found a way to tame the urge to kiss her every two seconds. He wanted to respect her wishes and keep their personal life out of the office.

Damien emerged about ten minutes later and grabbed the files off his desk, "Let's go."

The rest of the day was spent running from meeting to meeting and fulfilling deadlines in-between. Damien had kept everything strictly professional throughout the day. A part of Mikayla was silently kicking herself for being so cold with him in the car.

When it was time to head home, she was sorely missing his touch. However, Mikayla would be heading back to the apartment alone today as Damien was staying back with a few members of management. He explained that he would be fine on his own and that she could go ahead without him.

As Mikayla entered her apartment, she could not help but feel like Damien was avoiding her a bit. She had spent most of the day buried in paperwork at her desk, and felt that Damien had done this purposefully to keep some distance between them. After all, she had told him that they should keep things strictly professional, but she did not expect that it would change the way that they worked together.

Perhaps today was just a one-off thing. Or maybe creating a bit of distance was Damien's way of keeping himself under control. Even so, Mikayla missed being around him, she might have been a bit hasty in stating that they should keep things separate from the office.

"You bloody idiot!" she scolded herself.

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The entire week seemed to drag on. By the time Friday had rolled around, Mikayla felt like she was at her wit's end.

She had only seen Damien when they had meetings with some of the company's clients. He had left for the office before she woke up, and did not return to the apartment until late at night, suddenly staying back to work later than usual. The car rides to and from work had been lonely.

Having no interactions with him at all outside of the office only made her miss him even more. She yearned to be around him, just to be able to talk to him out of the workplace. He was even calling her less! Mikayla missed their playful banters, she longed for him.

It was about 4pm and Damien told her that there wasn't much else to be done so she could leave early.

"Shit that!" Mikayla said as she looked at her reflection in the mirror in the lady's bathroom.

Going back to her office, she had removed her red blazer and left it on her chair, while her hands smoothed the wrinkles of her red knee-length pencil skirt. With her eyes set on her prize, she walked herself to his office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Damien's voice rang out.

Mikayla entered the office and closed the door behind her. She locked it before walking towards him, her hands undoing the buttons of her striped black shirt.

"What, what are you doing?" Damien said in confusion, as he saw her locking the door and walking over to him.

He took in her appearance, his eyes lingering on the movements of her fingers, slowly unbuttoning her shirt to revealing her luscious bra-covered breasts. Pushing his chair back a bit so that she could straddle his lap, her skirt rose up high on her thick thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers eagerly grasped the hair at the base of his head.

"What I should have done since Monday," her lips suddenly came down upon his in a heated kiss, moaning loudly at the contact.

Damien had done his best to keep his distance from her all week, it had been the only way he could have honoured her wishes about keeping things professional. However, the moment Mikayla had entered his office with a look of desire on her face, he knew that all was lost.

As her lips touched his, whatever ounce of self-control that he had left disappeared as he groaned into her mouth. Their tongues danced with each other while his hands tightly gripped her ass, pulling her forward on his lap even more, so that she could feel his hardening length as he rubbed her against it.

Breaking for air Damien rasped out, "Fuck!"

"That's what I'm trying to do," Mikayla moaned softly as she playfully nipped at his lips, her hips gyrating on him.

She rubbed herself seductively against the front of his pants while her face moved to nuzzle against his trimmed low-cut beard.

Damien growled, "Not... Here..." his words lost, distracted by her movements.

"Why not? You've ignored me all week and if this is the only way I can have you, I'll take it," her lips moved to kiss the skin on his neck, gently biting.

He suddenly picked her up and placed her on his desk, the movement causing her skirt to hike up even more, revealing her light grey panties. His eyes darkened from noticing the damp spot against the material.

"Damn..." Damien's words once again died in his mouth as he stood transfixed at the sight before him.

However, before things really got out of hand, he mentally shook himself. "I wasn't ignoring you my dear. I was just trying to keep things professional as you wished. In order to do that, I had to keep a bit of distance until I could figure out how to control myself around you."

"I thought it might have been something of the sorts. By Monday evening I had regretted telling you that." Mikayla said as her left hand ran down her front to trace patterns on the crotch of her panties before pressing the material into herself, soaking the fabric even more. "I want you so bad Damien..."

He hissed as he greedily drank in the sight of her, he moved his hands up towards her thighs to bring her closer to him before he suddenly stopped himself, "Wait Mikayla, are you sure about this?"

She licked his lips before pulling back, "I am."

His pupils dilated as he fought to the urge to take her right there, a soft strangled groan escaped him as her tongue teased him, "As much as I want nothing more than to have you right here, right now. I'd rather our first time not be in the office... I want nothing to inhibit you from screaming my name out at the top of your lungs," he leaned forward and whispered the last sentence in her ear.

Mikayla could not help but shudder at his words, a soft whimper escaping her.

Damien continued, his tone a bit more serious, "I want to make this special for you, we can have dinner first then see where the night takes us?"

Given what Mikayla's experience of sex had been so far, one would naturally be surprised by her wantonness. However, from what he'd experienced with her to date, he believed that Mikayla would be communicative and explosive in bed and he loved it.

A person's ability to embrace their sexuality and express their desires did not necessarily come with a body count, you either had it in you or you did not.

After thinking things over during the week, he decided that he wanted it to be more romantic and wished to make their first time memorable.

"How about we head back to the flat and freshen up? Then let me take you out to dinner first at least." he suggested.

Smiling up at him she said, "How about we just order in some take out?"

"I have a better idea." Damien said as a thought flashed through his mind, "How about we have a nice candlelight dinner on the balcony in the penthouse? You can go ahead without me while I quickly finish up some stuff here."

Mikayla nodded, she could not deny it, a candlelight dinner did sound rather appealing. She was a romantic at heart, even if her hormones were jumping all over the place at the moment.

"Alright," she smiled as she got off his desk and fixed her clothes.

"Great," he gave her one last searing kiss before she left, "come up to the penthouse for 8pm, wear something nice," Damien said, as his eyes were glued to her ass as she disappeared out of his office.