Author's Note
Yes I am back with this story, although I doubt the original readers are even around! I'm so sorry for disappearing but I've had this story finished for a while but didn't want to post it because I felt that I'd rushed it (EVEN THOUGH PEOPLE TOLD ME NOT TO). My writing style has changed a lot in the 2 years since I wrote this and I'll maybe write more things after. Anyway I'm soooo sorry again and here we go!
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Rose didn't give a shit what anyone said, there was no greater torture than sitting directly across from a man who just defiled you in your place of work, while also sitting next to your boss.
John on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Chris was taking Rose and Sonya through Triad's latest concert streaming service. All throughout the presentation the blond had tossed Rose secret flirtatious smiles, going as far as batting his eyelashes at her like a shy and retiring southern belle. He watched her take a quick glance at Sonya before peering down at her lap. A couple seconds later his phone vibrated in his pant pocket.
You aren't cute you know.
Why are you lying?
Omg. Pay attention
Hate to break it to you babe, but you texted me first
Only because you were trying to distract me!!
Whatever you say...
Fight me
Kinky.
John locked his phone and put it away, sitting back to look on at his friend and colleague's slideshow.
"We'll livestream directly to the user interface via drone cam. We want our customers to understand that they'll be getting an experience they can't get anywhere else."
Sonya nodded her approval and Rose smiled adding helpfully. "And that's where you want us to come in, correct?"
Dionte responded, "Exactly." Sonya nodded again and John noted her face seemed a little less severe when Chris continued to speak.
All of a sudden John felt a tickle by his ankle. Frowning he glanced under the table and scoped Rose's heel clad foot resting primly by his leg. He shot her two quick texts in rapid succession, followed by a pleading look.
Please don't.
If you have any mercy you won't
She didn't even look at her phone.
Slowly Rose skimmed her foot from John's knee to his ankle. Her foot disappeared for a moment only to return bare. Rose resumed her teasing, not sparing John a single look, and feigning interest in Chris' speech. Her foot reached his inner thigh and John nearly cried, simultaneously wishing the table was wider and that she was in his lap using her hands instead. Very quickly John found Rose's foot pressed firmly to his crotch, she pushed down experimentally and John grunted, drawing Sonya's attention. Shaking and embarrassed, he tried to cover his interruption with a cough and the red head shifted her gaze back to Chris at the head of the table.