Playdate with my enemy (who I definitely don't have sexual fantasies about)

When I woke up I did not feel rested at all, because he didn't let me rest in my dream, again. I was honestly wondering how my brain came up with all of those different situations. I guess I'm just really creative or just incredibly horny, probably both. When I got up and looked in the mirror I was shocked. I actually looked so good right now. I didn't even look tired and I had just gotten up. My skin was glowing and my eyes were shining brightly. That definitely lifted my mood. I opened my closet and got hit by an overwhelming amount of clothes. Yes, I was kind of addicted to thrifting, but I just couldn't help it. Dressing prettily was my favourite hobby and I put a lot of effort into my outfits. Unfortunately working an office job doesn't offer a huge variation of possible clothing choices. I put on a pink pair of slacks, and a white blouse with a bow around the neck. I chose a matching pink headband, yes I was that kind of girl, and some simple gold jewelry. And high heels of course, I liked the feeling of actually being tall and seeing eye to eye with at least some of my coworkers. I hated people looking down on me, physically and mentally.

When I arrived at work most other people weren't there yet. As a teenager I had had horrible problems with never being on time, so I had decided that I would always leave way before I actually had to for work incase I forgot something or any other inconvinience came up. I also enjoyed the quiet and peace of an empty office early in the morning, though as much as I wanted to be one, wasn't a morning person. Many times in my life I had tried to get up early every day, work out, have a healthy breakfast, you know the drill. I wanted to be that aesthetic morning person so bad, but I wasn't. I was a night owl, though I did not think that label appropriate, as I felt more like a goblin than an actual owl late at night. Most of the time I was reading smutty romance books anyways, it was my guilty pleasure and I did it wayyyy too much. I just needed someone to fuck me hard I guess. I shrugged to myself. By now I was standing in the staff kitchen, making some tea. I usually drank chamomille, but today I was feeling cheeky, so I decided a Lady Grey would do me well. Just as I was pouring the hot water into my own personal office-cat-cup, he came in.

The only downside about being at the office early was him being there too. He actually was that aesthetic morning person. I wasn't too thrilled about seeing him now, after already spending the whole night with him. He didn't even greet me. I felt the overwhelming urge to pour the hot water over my eyes, so I wouldn't have to deal with his condescending gaze anymore. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, the cat-cup in my hand, looking directly at him. He came up to me and stood directly in front of me. And I got flashbacks from my dream last night. As I thought about and fought those thoughts, he looked at me, grinning. I just knew that I was bright red right now. Oh how I hated the fact that I flushed so easily. I wished I was as smooth and cool as him. I was still trying to shake the horribly hot memories of my dream last night, when he suddenly talked to me. "Do you mind moving? I'd like to grab a cup from the drawer." He pointed to the top drawer behind me. "Look who's talking to me. Should I feel honored?" I wasnt going to grant him that favour. "Hm" he raised one eyebrow, "Yes, you should indeed. Move now please. I desperately long for a cup of coffee." I desperately long for your dick, let's trade I thought and immediately slapped myself. "Seems like you're in desprate need for a trip to a mental hospital." he mocked. "Come on, move." I liked the small amount of power I had over him right now. I wasn't going to give, especially not after he had insulted me like that. "Nah.". "Fine then, do it your way." He said, stepping closer to me and reaching up in order to grab a cup himself. Wow, he was way too close for comfort. I could smell his cologne, sexy. I wondered how it would smell if I hugged him right now. How good it would feel to be that close to him. Ew, how disgusting. I really had to get this under control. As he poured his coffee I wasn't even thinking about him anymore. He was now leaning against the kitchen table, looking at me. As he took a sip of his coffee he asked: "What do you want me to do today?". I want you to fuck me. He choked on his coffee. For second I was wondering wether I had said that out loud. "Are you okay?" he was coughing violently. "Yes." He regained his composure, "So?". I told him and left for my desk. There was no need for me to engage with him any further today, I thought.

Well, I thought wrong, it seems fate wanted me to spend more time with him. How poetic. There were lots of "issues" within our company, which is why our boss decided to have us do some team building exercises. We got paired up, because "our constant quarrels" were a threat to the "peaceful" work-enviroment.

Authors Note:
This one's a little shorter than usual, but I'll upmoad the next one ASAP.