Chris Surprise Love Ch 02

Chapter 02:

A gust of cool wind hit Chris' face as he worked, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he crunched the numbers to complete the analysis of the latest products that the company's newest clients had brought into the market. It was from one of the biggest soft drinks manufacturers of the city, so it was safe to say that an accurate analysis would mean he got to keep his job

He turned his head a little and saw his colleague, Ethan, working on the presentation part of the analysis project they had been assigned together. He had met Ethan on his first day of work, and Ethan's friendly and outgoing nature had helped them get close very quickly within the suffocating and tense work culture of the firm.

He heard the sound of chairs moving and turned around to see Ethan slide in next to him on his moving chair, "How's it going bud, ready to throw in the towel?" He looked up at Ethan's face which had that had a mischievous smile on it that implied he was only joking and it was a way to keep up Chris' spirits.

"Well, not yet, man. You know how important this could be to the both of us." Chris replied, looking back at the screen as his hands resumed the typing. He was so close to being done on this report. Then he would get to go home peacefully for the day. If he did complete the analysis part by today, he would finally get to rest without worries after what had been a hectic week up until that point.

"Yeah, man, I know that our jobs are riding on it. But surely we can make time for a coffee break to boost our work rate." Ethan said, wiggling his eyebrows. Chris sighed. When Ethan needed coffee, Chris could never get out of it and had to always accompany him. Better to go with him and get it over with so he could return to work.

"Sure, lets go get that coffee," Chris said and Ethan grinned as if he had won the lottery. They both made their way out of the working cubicles and made their way to the coffee station at the end of the corridor. For being such an addict for caffeine, Ethan was perhaps the worst brewer of coffee in the entire office. Therefore, while Chris brewed their two cups of coffee, Ethan scrolled through, his phone, a small smile playing on his face.

When the coffee was ready, Chris handed Ethan his cup and they both took a sip of it. "This is perfect. You could open up a café and I would visit every day, just for your coffee." Chris smiled. He had to admit, getting some coffee into his system was enough for finishing up his grueling task early so he could head home.

"Sure man," he said. "I would like to do that if this corporate struggle ever gets a bit too much for me." He took a sip of his coffee and looked at Ethan. "You know, I think our manager is becoming more human these days."

"What makes you say so?" Ethan asked, looking at him as he rested his back against the counter by the coffee maker.

"Well, for starters, she is no longer scolding people for coming in late to work. Also, she was quick to reprimand the workers if there was any mistake in their work, but now, she only tells them to make necessary corrections as quickly as possible, without berating them."

'Well, I too noticed her changes this week. She seemed quite stuck up before, but she seems to have loosened up much more now," Ethan said. Chris looked at him and felt a peculiar feeling in his gut. It was the first time he had felt this strange when talking to Ethan, which told him that Ethan knew more than he was letting on.

"Is there something You want to tell me man?" he asked, choosing to go the direct way to make the conversation smooth and easy. Ethan smiled at him, and then took the last sip from the coffee mug and set it down on the counter, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Perhaps a story for later. First, we must finish our work, right?" Chris nodded, but he knew that Ethan was keeping something from him. Regardless, it could wait if it wasn't life threatening. They made their way back to the workstations and Chris sat down before his computer, determined to finish this one.

Another co-worker of his, Yasmin came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Chris, are you free to join us for a team dinner tonight?" He looked up at her and saw that it was an invitation to more than just dinner. If he hadn't met Louisa already, he would be tempted to take up on the offer Yasmin was implying. But, alas, since Louisa, it seemed his attraction towards other women had decreased down to almost zero.

"I would love to, but I should get some much needed rest after the all-nighters I have put in for this project." Yasmin looked slightly disappointed but was quick to cover it up with a smile. She extended the same invitation to Ethan, who happily accepted her proposal. With her gone, Chris finally locked in to his work and within the next hour or so, his work was finished. He emailed it to the manager and waited for the review to arrive.

He went into the manager's room, hoping that his report was satisfactory so he could leave the firm as soon as possible. "You've done an excellent job Mr. Rhys," Ms. Rumi said, her eyes moving up and down, reviewing his work. "Our clients will be mighty pleased to see that their products are to progress even more in the market during this fall."

"Thank you, Ms. Rumi. I am really happy that you find my work up to the mark," Ethan said as he let out a sigh of relief inwardly. "Since my report is done, I would like to request for a leave for the rest of the working day. I need to go home and get some rest."

His manager looked up and down at him and for a moment, he thought she wouldn't grant his request. "I think that's fairly reasonable. A tired mind and body would be of lesser use here. You may leave, Mr. Rhys. Good work."

Ethan smiled and quickly left her office. Gathering up his things, he bid Ethan farewell and was out of the office in an instant. As soon as he stepped out of the office, the humid air of the outside world hit him with a fury and soon he made his way to an ice-cream truck to help cool the heat that was building in his body.

The ice-cream truck recognized him on sight and gave him a knowing smile when he handed over a cone with two scoops instead of one. "Its on the house Chris." Chris nodded in acknowledgement and licked the ice-cream, its cool nature soothing his tongue. The ice-cream brought back old memories, which he had managed to keep at bay due to his hectic work week, but now, they were coming back as if they were never gone from his mind.

The soft scent of Louisa's skin still lingered in his nose as if only a few hours had passed since they last met. But, in reality it had been a full five days since he had seen or heard from Louisa. Monday morning, he had woken up to find the bed beside him empty and a simple note that read, 'I have to get to work, I'll call you later, love, Louisa.' The note was all that was left in her place and he had missed having her close to him almost immediately.

Since that morning, five more had passed and there still had been no message or calls from her. He had tried calling a few times, but had only gotten to her voicemail. He looked up at the clear blue sky, which had only a small smattering of clouds and the Sun, bearing down in all its glory, and he felt almost as lonely as the Sun at that moment.

It was possible that what happened between them was only a one-time thing but somewhere in the corner of his mind, he refused to believe so. They had shared so much passion, he was sure he had felt a connection between them. Along with that, what reason could she have for saving her number on his phone voluntarily. It couldn't possibly be a one-time thing between them.

Nevertheless, he had to accept reality eventually. Maybe a woman as gorgeous as Louisa was meant for someone else. His ice cream was over and he collected his coat he had kept beside him for the moment. He would go home, and accept that maybe Louisa and he weren't meant to be. As he left the parlor, he felt his phone ring in the pocket. He took it out and was surprised to see the caller. It was Louisa. Her name popped up on the screen, adorned by a string of emojis she had obviously typed in herself.

"Louisa?" he asked, his voice wavering a little, eagerness anticipation of hearing her voice filling him up. It probably made him a little stupid, but at the moment, he did not care. However, the voice that answered from the other side was not hers, and for a while he was a little shocked at what he heard.

"This is Emily Rosens, Ms. Vanis' secretary here at the law firm of Vanis and Co. Ms. Vanis has currently been cooped up in her office for the last five days or so, completely immersed in her latest case against a certain pharmaceutical company. She has barely eaten any healthy food, only snacks and I've had to get her coffee so frequently I fear she is drinking coffee in place of water. I snuck out her phone to call you because you were among her missed calls in the last few days."

He was not okay hearing any of this. Louisa could not be straining herself like this. She could get sick at any moment and he would be damned if he let that happen. He had to get her out of there and get her to rest, even if it meant forcing her out of there. Her health mattered more than her work. "I'm thankful you chose to call me Ms. Rosens. I shall head there immediately to see if I can pull her out of her trance."

"Sure, that would be mighty helpful to her. I don't think I can do much more as all my attempts to get her to rest have failed. I shall give you her address right away so you can be here within the hour." He felt the line go dead and checked his messages. Soon, a small ping brought along the address to Louisa's firm and he smiled to himself.

He was out by the streets already, getting into a cab and told the driver where to take him. He felt the last few night' tiredness fading to almost nothing as a new kind of energy filled him up. Getting to see Louisa and then, the ideas to give her the perfect relaxing day away from work began to collect in the wells of his mind. He planned every detail in his head and would do everything to make sure that all the stress in her body would be gone by the time the day was through.

Vanis and Co. was as he had expected. Tall and majestic in nature, standing among its peers as a symbol of superiority that could be seen from anywhere in the city. Its design was sleek and elegant, designed by one of the greatest architects of the nation. The Vanis family was one of the most powerful families in the city and they spared no expenses when it came to business. The fact that a member of their family was now possibly linked to him should have raised some concern, but he chose not to focus on that now.

He waited outside the building for a minute or so until a delivery man walked up to him, handing him the envelope he had asked from Elaine, an old friend of his. The contents of the envelope would help him get some alone time with Louisa. He signed the necessary documents and walked into the building, which was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. A quick introduction at the reception and he was on his way to the 25

th

floor where Louisa's office was located.

When the doors of the elevator opened, he walked out to see that in fact, the entire floor only held one office and a desk where a young woman, possibly in her mid-twenties sat, typing away on the computer. He walked up to her and said, "Hey there. I'm Chris. We spoke on the phone this morning."

She looked up from the computer and a look of recognition passed in her eyes. "Oh, Mr. Rys you're here." She pointed at the doors of the office and said, "She's been in there for so long and I'm afraid she'll go crazy if she's in there any longer. Please do something to get her out of there." Her eyes held genuine concern and he was happy to see that she cared so much about Louisa.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I'll find a way to make her rest. Can I have a glass of water to take to her?" Emily nodded immediately, going towards the filter at the end of the room and filling a glass with water. She placed the glass on a tray and came over to hand it to him. "I'm also going to need to be alone for a while if I am to get her out of her office." He said, looking at Emily.

A look of hesitation passed over her face before she said, "But if Ms. Vanis does not find me here, I'll be in big trouble." Chris smiled and took out the envelope, handing it to her. "As you know, the New Star are in town, performing at Drew's Park this evening. In this envelope are two VIP passes. One for you and another for whom you wish to take to the concert. As for your job, I'll put in a word for you with Ms. Vanis. Does that ease all your worries?"

The look of doubt and hesitation was all but gone from her face and was replaced by a wry smile. "I believe I can take the rest of the day off. I feel you are a man good enough to take care of Ms. Vanis. We will meet again soon, I hope." She outstretched her hand and Chris shook it. He stood there, watching her collect her limited things and leave the office. Then, he all by himself.

He pushed open the doors softly and entered, slowly walking towards Louisa's table on the other end of the large room. The office was tastefully designed, as he had expected from Louisa. She sat there, working mindlessly, looking left to right, from one report to another. Her hair was loose and unkept and her face looked sunken, her eyes showing the lack of sleep as her eyes scrolled through the computer screen.

He walked up to her and stood right against the table for her to finally take notice from the intrusion. She looked up at him, and muttered a small "Hi Chris." Before going back to screening the endless reports on her case, ruffling through the pages for information, probably. He set down the glass with a small force and the sound caused her to look up at him once more.

"Chris, I'm sorry I didn't see you there. You know...work. It takes the senses out of you." She tried to put on her smile. But he could clearly see her exhaustion seeping through her body. She was in a complete mess, and not the kind of mess she had been after he had been inside her. She had clearly pushed her body to the extreme. He didn't know her for long, but he knew no one pushed themselves this close to their limits.

"When was the last time you had a glass of water, Louisa?" He asked. She opened her mouth, then realized that he would see through her lie. Her smile slowly faltered as she noticed the concerned look on his face.

"Its...been a while," she said. He sighed in disbelief. She was quick to notice and said, "You know, I got really busy at work and time flew by so maybe I thought that I could...." She stopped speaking when he reached down and put his finger on her lips. Her soft skin against him sent shivers through him but he chose to not let it show.

"You've worked for a long while. From now on till I see fit, all you will do is rest." She went to speak up again but he pressed his finger firmly on her lips. They stared into each other eyes as he gently lifted his finger and used another to gently slide the spectacles from her face and set it aside on the table. He gently walked around the table towards her, bending down to gently pull the lever that sent her chair slightly backwards.

"Now, lay back, Louisa," he said, standing behind her. She complied, resting her head against the chair with a soft thump. "Let me get rid of some of your stress," he said, cradling her head in his hands. Slowly, he began massaging her head, trying to ease the tense pressure in there as a result of her continuous working. His efforts were rewarded with soft moans from her which assured him she was enjoying the process.

Soon, after a while, she had finally relaxed against the chair, her breathing slowing down a little as he hit all the sweet spots on her head. "This feels so good, Chris, don't stop, please." He wouldn't deny her request. After about half an hour, she had visibly relaxed, her eyes dim and drowsy, her body lying against the chair. He gently placed her head back on the chair and turned her chair around.

"Does that feel better, babe?" he asked her. She nodded slowly and began to rise but he placed a hand on her chest, keeping her laid back. "I'm nowhere done, Louisa. Show me the pile of paperwork you have finished screening." She looked towards her right and pointed at two huge stacks of paper. "Those ones." He got up and carried the papers to a table at the corner of the room, keeping it at one end. "Now show me the ones you're yet to touch." She pointed towards another three stacks of documents and he carried them to the same table, keeping them separate.

He stood beside her running a gentle hand through her unkept hair, feeling their softness and enjoying the grin she gave with her eyes closed. "I've missed you so much, Chris," she said and his heart swelled at her words. He had been right in assuming there was more to their time together than a one-time thing. "I know, I missed you a lot. Now that I'm here, you will not be stressed anymore, Louisa." He then slid an arm under her and scooped her up in his arms. Beside a small 'Oh!' he was met with no resistance.

He felt Louisa rest her head on his shoulder as he gently let her down on one of the plush couches she had in the center of her office. The cushions dipped with a small 'thud' as he set her down and sat beside her, pulling her legs off the floor and onto his lap. Slowly, he took off her heels as Louisa propped up on her elbows to watch him.

"Lay back and relax, Louisa," he said as he began rubbing her feet, covered by a thin layer of stockings. As he rubbed her feet over the stockings, she couldn't help but fall back, her head resting on the armrest of the couch as he continued his actions. Slowly, his hands crept up her legs, dipping a little below her tight grey pencil skirt to find the rim of the stockings. He gently pulled the stockings off her leg and then repeated the process with the other.

"Let's see how we can relax these tense feet of yours, baby." He said as he gently began to massage the arches of her feet. From her anklet to her soles, he applied the right amount of pressure to every joint, and was rewarded handsomely by Louisa moaning as her body seemed to relax even more. He then moved to her heels and her toes applying his skills there as well. When he was done, he repeated the same with the other feet.

After he was done, He raised each foot and laid a soft kiss in the center for Louisa to see. She could only whimper through her glazed eyes as he let go of her feet, letting them rest on his lap. "That was the best massage I have received in my entire life. I swear your hands have magic in them." He smiled at her, happy that he had managed to relax her body a little after what she had put herself through all week.

"Well, these hands of magic aren't even close to done, Louisa," he said, grinning at her. "Oh, really? What else do you have in store for me, mister?" she asked, her playful smiling beginning to bubble upwards, washing away her exhaustion just a little. 'Just wait and watch, babe," he said, his hands climbing up to undo the hooks of her pencil skirt, sliding the material down her legs and leaving her almost naked from waist down.

"Chris...Emily is outside," She whispered needily as his fingers traced the outlines of her pussy through her panties. She wasn't protesting at all when he spread her legs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her inner thigh, inching ever closer to her pussy, then moving away from it. His teasing took no time to bring out her need for him and soon, she was moaning, her hips moving slightly to keep his fingers on her pussy.

He grinned at her concern. "Lets just say, your secretary won't be bothering us for a while," he said while his hand cupped her pussy and squeezed it, drawing a needy whimper from her.