Chapter 5: Tension, revelation, and a choice
They were good for two weeks after the "copy room incident" as they mutually referred to it.
There was quite a bit of damage to the copy room: trays on one of the copiers had been broken off, there was a hole in the wall apparently made by the table being pushed into it, and for some strange reason the door wouldn't close properly.
When asked if she knew what had happened, Nigha volunteered the information that while they were working late, she had gone in there to make some copies, but the heel of her boot got caught on a carpet thread; it tripped her and when she was falling, she'd tried to grab anything to keep her from crashing to the floor and one hand reached for the copier and the other for the table.
She had no idea, however, what had happened to the door, but hadn't touched it for quite some time so she wouldn't have noticed it anyway. She'd never lied about a work incident (before that big 'ol whopper) so no further questions were asked.
The damage to the copy room was the least of her worries. How could she still be madly in love with her husband, but also be in love with Jason at the same time? It consumed her thoughts, but she didn't have time to dwell on it for too long because she and Jason had to pull it together. She couldn't shake the feeling that their jobs depended on the success of this project.
Jason was satisfied for now. Hell, he'd waited eight months to get her the first time, and almost seven months for the second time. He figured he could quell his desire for her at least until the project was done.
Then all bets were off.
He had to have this woman; there was something about her that he knew he couldn't live without. He didn't care that she was married, but he did care that she had kids because they were a part of her.
He knew that he was crazy: he hadn't even looked at another woman since he met her. Now here he was, picturing their life together, she and her kids with him.
He'd made it a point to never meet her husband; the bane of his existence, because he was afraid that he'd like him and feel guilty about intending to steal his woman.
He didn't want to feel anything for the man but jealousy.
The next two weeks were really productive, and they had a whole new focus toward the project now that the sexual tension between them had subsided to some extent. They still had a month left to finish, but were over 75% completed. Everything was running smoothly again until another bombshell was dropped in their laps.
Not only were they responsible for creating the project, but they would be presenting their work before the Board of Directors for the company as well as their own company's Board.
To top things off, they would be going to Miami, FL for a week to do the presentation, no family, no friends, just them. Shit.
Jason tried to contain his excitement while Nigha tried just as hard to contain her fear. She didn't trust them being alone together in a crowded restaurant, let alone in suites on the same floor in beautiful Miami.
She could just picture him, shirtless in board shorts, wet, nothing but a towel, blue eyes, abs, bronzed skin, her legs wrapped around him, huge cock, and his face when he came....
"Mmmmmnnh."
"Earth to Nigha" he said as he snapped a finger in front of her face.
"Where were you just then? Sounded delicious, like somewhere I'd like to be!"
"What? Oh, sorry Jase, just thinking out loud. We've really got to finish this thing up early, because I need some time with my boys before I have to head out for a week. I really miss them, and the news is going to hit hard".
"Which boys?" he asked in a tone which he knew he had no right to have.
"All three of my boys" she replied in a tone which she was completely entitled to.
"Alright, alright, easy there girl! I wasn't trying to get you all pissed off or anything."
"Okay then, you might want to watch your tone there young man. You know my situation."
"I know what it's gonna be!" he mumbled under his breath.
"Oh really? Just what is it gonna be?"
She'd heard him in spite of his mumbling.
'Shit' he thought. She must've developed "mom hearing."
"I wasn't referring so much to your situation as I was to your position, or positions, as the case may be." He grabbed her chair and turned her to face him.
"We've explored a few, but there are so many more out there that I want to try" he said, looking intently into her eyes.
"You better hang on to those memories, because that's all there will ever be" she said in a challenging tone, her eyes narrowing while looking into his.
He turned her chair again to face the table and leaned over her shoulder as if to show her something in front of them.
"Why do you lie to yourself Nigha? You know just as well as I do that those memories aren't all that will take place between us. You know that I ache for you, I long for the moment that I'll be inside you again: and I will be. You know it, I know it, and I know you know it! I also know that you were thinking about me earlier when I snapped you out of it. Wondering how? You had the same look on your face the last time you came for me!" he brought his finger down on the table as if to point out something they'd been working on.
"So what do you think of your "young man" now?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed her on the neck.
Nigha was stupefied.
He'd got her, right there at work with hundreds of people buzzing around outside.
At that point, she didn't care who was around because she was going to smack the shit out of him. She swung her arm at him to hit him in the stomach, but he knew her well enough to know that it was coming.
He stopped her mid-swing, and placed her hand on his raging hard-on. It felt like a nightstick in his pants and she was so turned on by it she let a low moan escape her lips.
