Orm sat in her room, staring at the ceiling, completely zoned out. It had been two full days since the moment in the elevator.
Two days of working from home, avoiding Lingling like the plague. She hadn't set foot in the office, not since that kiss. And, thank God, Lingling didn't even have her number. At least she had that going for her.
Whenever she thought back to that moment—Ling's hands, her lips—Orm felt her heart race and her body heat up. She grunted, yanking her skirt on roughly as she got ready. "God, how jealous was she? She literally busted my lips from that kiss."
Her mind raced. Why would Ling be jealous, though? Was she going to justify herself when she saw me? Or, worse, act like nothing happened?
Orm muttered under her breath as she smoothed her skirt. "Should I say hi? Or just ignore her? God, I don't want to see her at all."
Finally in her office, she shut the curtains and switched off the lights, determined to stay hidden. Maybe if she just pretended to be invisible, no one would bother her. But her peace didn't last long.
The door creaked open, and Becky stepped inside. "Damn, it's like a cave in here. Is this some kind of meditation or...?" She raised an eyebrow playfully as she took in the gloom.
Orm nearly jumped out of her seat. Her heart stopped for a second—she thought it was Ling. "Becky, Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that," she muttered, trying to calm her nerves.
Becky plopped into the chair across from her, crossing her legs. "Alright, either you spill, or you spill. What's going on?"
Orm shook her head, trying to act nonchalant. "What? Nothing. Nothing's going on."
Becky wasn't buying it for a second. "Nothing? You're sure about that?"
Orm bit her lip, debating whether to spill the truth. Should I tell her? What if she thinks I'm losing my mind?
Taking a deep breath, Orm finally said, "It's Kwong..."
Becky's eyes narrowed with curiosity. "As always, Kwong. Yeah? Go on..."
Orm hesitated before walking over to her desk, sitting directly in front of Becky, leaning in closer to whisper. "Kwong kissed m—"
"WHAT?!" Prig screeched as she burst through the door, making both Orm and Becky flinch," WHO KISS_"
Orm immediately rushed to pull her inside, slamming the door shut and locking it. "Are you crazy?! Shut your mouth!" she hissed at Prig.
Prig, wide-eyed, zipped her lips and sat beside Becky, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.
Becky, who was far more composed but just as curious, pressed her again. "So... you two kissed?"
Orm groaned, leaning back against her desk. "No, she kissed me."
Becky gave her a deadpan look. "Uh-huh, because that's such a huge difference."
Orm waved her hand, brushing it off. "Yes! I didn't kiss her! I was basically pinned in the elevator, had no choice!" Her voice cracked slightly, and she mentally cursed herself for sounding so defensive.
Becky and Prig exchanged a look before both screaming in unison, smacking each other's arms. "THE ELEVATOR?!!!"
Orm buried her face in her hands. Why are my friends such idiots? she thought.
Prig fanned herself, eyes wide. "Oh my God, I knew it! I knew this day was coming! I could feel it in my bones! I told you, Becky! "
Becky leaned forward, dragging out the details. "So... was it like... a kiss kiss? Or...?"
Orm, still hiding her face, nodded weakly. "Yeah, yeah, just a... normal, little kiss."
But in her mind, she knew damn well it wasn't just a peck. It was everything but a peck. That woman was sucking my soul out of me.
Prig rolled her eyes, clearly not believing a word. "Please. Kwong does better than a peck. You're telling me that's all it was?"
Orm shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I mean, yeah, it was a normal kiss."
Meanwhile, in her head, Orm was screaming. Really Orm? Normal!
Becky and Prig stared at her like she had grown a second head. "So, you're telling us," Becky began slowly, "that Kwong just pinned you to the wall in an elevator and gave you a boring little peck?"
Orm smacked her knee. "Yes! Yes, that's exactly what happened! Now, I don't know how to face her, okay? What should I do? Should I ask her about it, or just play it cool?"
Prig pursed her lips, deep in thought. "I mean, if it was just a peck, then maybe it means nothing. But... if, and I'm just saying if, it was more like she was sucking you dry, then, girl, you better run for your life. Daddy Kwong is coming to rock your world."
Becky nodded, adding, "And we mean run to her, not the opposite"
Orm's face flushed red as she tried to hide her growing embarrassment. These two were idiots, but she couldn't deny the truth behind their words.
Prig leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. "So, what are you gonna do if she tries it again?"
Orm groaned, burying her face in her hands. "God, I don't even want to think about it."
Becky leaned back in her chair, a sly grin on her face. "You're thinking about it, though. You're thinking a lot about it."
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The office was mostly quiet now that lunch break had rolled around, the hum of the AC the only noise. Orm stood at the sink in the restroom, rinsing her hands, muttering to herself as she absentmindedly rubbed her palms together under the water.
"Did she even ask about me? I haven't seen her all day..."
As she waved her hands dry from the droplets, the door swung open and slammed shut with a force that made her jump. Her head snapped around, eyes widening in shock. Lingling Kwong.
Shit.
Orm's heart instantly sped up, panic rising in her chest. What do I do? What the hell do I do?!
Lingling stood there, her expression unreadable, face set in a hard, stern look. "Kornnaphat," her voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You do realize we're supposed to be working on a case together, right? You disappeared for two days."
Orm swallowed hard, trying not to stutter, trying to gather whatever confidence she had left. "I didn't disappear. I still worked from home."
Lingling scoffed, a sarcastic laugh dripping with disdain. "Right. Because that's so much better. Very professional of you."
Orm could feel her annoyance bubbling to the surface. Back again with Annoying asshole Kwong, she cursed silently. But she wasn't about to back down now. Her irritation flared.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" She crossed her arms, her voice sharper now. "Just like how professional you were kissing your colleague?" Her words came out sassier than intended, but she wasn't about to take them back.
Lingling's smirk was instant, the kind that made Orm's stomach tighten in both irritation and something else she didn't want to admit. "Oh, that." Lingling's voice was low, cocky as she stepped closer. "Yeah? Tell me, Kornnaphat, was it that good of a kiss? Good enough to knock you out for two whole days? Couldn't handle me?"
With every step Lingling took forward, Orm took one back, the tension in the air thickening with every inch that closed between them.
Oh God, she's too close. Orm could literally feel her body heat radiating as Lingling invaded her space. Her breath hitched. Lingling was so close she could feel her breath on the side of her face, her lips brushing dangerously close to her skin. Orm felt her pulse race.
"But you were jealous, Kwong?" Orm muttered, thought this was a good fireback, her voice barely above a whisper, heart pounding in her chest.
Lingling's smirk deepened, and she nodded, leaning down and placing soft, teasing kisses along Orm's neck. Each one was light, just enough to make her shiver, but not enough to satisfy. "Hmmmm Indeed, I was jealous, Kornnaphat," Lingling whispered against her skin. "Very jealous. I thought my warning made that obvious."
Orm's mind went blank for a moment, her thoughts a chaotic mess. God, does she have to be so blunt about it?
But she couldn't deny that she liked it. She felt her body leaning into those maddening kisses, enjoying the warmth of Ling's lips on her neck, even though her brain screamed for her to stop.
They stayed like that for a minute, Lingling continuing to tease her, her lips barely brushing Orm's neck in a way that was driving her mad. Orm let out a small groan, annoyed at how much she was enjoying this, how much her body responded without her permission.
Lingling let out a low, infuriating laugh, her breath hot against Orm's skin. "Is this where you start begging? Hmm? Are you that desperate for my touch?"
Orm snapped back to reality, scoffing as she shoved Lingling away from her shoulder, trying to get some space and regain control of herself. She could feel her frustration bubbling up again, mixed with the heat that Lingling had stirred in her. "Beg? Me?" Orm glared at her. "As if I'd ever beg for you."
Lingling stepped forward again, closing the gap between them, her eyes filled with challenge. "Wanna bet?" Her voice was low, dangerous, dripping with confidence. The kind that said she knew exactly what she was doing, and exactly how Orm would respond.
Orm clenched her jaw, pushing her away again, this time with more force. "Fuck off," she muttered, walking toward the door, desperate to get out of there before she lost her mind entirely.
Lingling's tone shifted, more professional now, but the smirk never left her face. "My office in five, Kornnaphat," she called after her, voice steady but still laced with arrogance. "For the case, of course."
Orm muttered curses under her breath as she yanked the door open and stormed out of the restroom. The second she was out of Lingling's sight, she exhaled, pressing her back against the door.
What the fuck just happened?
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They were both in Lingling's office, neck-deep in work for real this time.
Orm sat across from Ling, papers scattered around, her laptop open, but her focus? Shut. Completely. Meanwhile, Lingling looked perfectly fine, fully absorbed in their project, discussing strategies and updates without a hitch. How was she so unaffected?
Orm, on the other hand, was a mess. She couldn't stop herself from watching every little movement Lingling made.
The way her hand moved so effortlessly, scribbling down notes, the way her lips moved when she spoke, each word just rolling off her tongue, and God, the subtle scent that filled the office. It was overwhelming. Every second felt like torture.
Lingling didn't even look up. Didn't even glance at her.
"We need to brief Freen today," Lingling said casually, still focused on her screen. Her voice was calm, professional, like they hadn't just been in the restroom two hours ago, practically glued to each other.
Orm blinked, trying to pull herself back into reality. "Yeah, okay," she muttered, half-dazed, nodding like she was following along. Sure, Freen. Updates. Work.
Lingling glanced up briefly, eyes scanning the documents in front of her. "And now that we've got this much info, I think it's time we set a meeting with Jeb. Get his personal view on things."
Orm nodded again, forcing out a "Yeah, good idea." She had no idea what she was agreeing to.
Her mind was a million miles away, stuck on how Lingling hadn't even looked at her since they sat down.
Is she seriously acting like nothing happened? Orm could feel her frustration bubbling. She glanced at Lingling, who was right back to typing away, completely unfazed.
How is she like this? Orm thought, her eyes narrowing as she watched Lingling work. She can randomly just pin me against a wall, And now? Now she's all business? Orm could feel her irritation growing.
It wasn't just the fact that Lingling was so unaffected—it was the fact that she was ignoring her. Not even a glance. Not even a smirk. Nothing.
She glared at her. God, she's annoying even when she's doing absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, Lingling got up and walked over to the coffee corner in her office. She was so relaxed, so in control, it drove Orm insane. "Want anything to drink?" Lingling asked, her voice casual, like they were just coworkers having a normal day.
Orm shook her head, barely managing to mutter, "No." She was too deep in her thoughts to form a proper sentence. She didn't trust herself to say anything more.
Lingling noticed. Of course, she did. She knew exactly how flustered Orm was. She always knew. It's what made her smile—hell, it made her laugh. She didn't even bother hiding it, letting out a soft, mocking laugh.
Orm's eyes snapped up, glaring at her. "What's so funny, Kwong?"
Lingling leaned against the table, taking a slow sip of her espresso, enjoying the game far too much. "Hmm, a lot of things," she said with a teasing smile, pausing dramatically, "but mainly... you."
Orm rolled her eyes. She didn't have the energy to fire back, not today. She was too wound up to play along with Lingling's games.
Lingling, undeterred, moved back to the desk and sat directly in front of Orm, her eyes still full of amusement. She tilted her head, her voice dropping into that familiar teasing tone. "What's wrong, baby?"
Orm ignored her, pulling out her phone, pretending to be busy typing a message. Anything to distract herself.
Don't let her get to you, she repeated in her mind, even though she knew it was already too late for that.
Lingling wasn't about to let it go, though. That smug grin on her face never left. "Can't speak now? Are you mad?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Mad that we didn't finish what we started earlier?"
Orm felt a shiver run down her spine as Lingling's hand suddenly slid onto her knee. Her skirt was already riding high, leaving too much skin exposed, and Lingling's hand creeping up her thigh made it even worse. She should've stopped her, pushed her away, said something. But she didn't. Instead, her breath hitched, and her pulse quickened.
Lingling, watching every reaction, reached out with her free hand, grabbing Orm's phone and flipping it face down on the table. "Who are you texting?" she asked, her voice dangerously low, eyes locked on Orm's.
Orm swallowed hard, but a defiant smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Someone who could make it up to me tonight," she said, her voice daring, "I don't think you would like fur—"
Before she could finish, Lingling's hand shot out, gripping the arm of Orm's chair and yanking it forward. The chair screeched the floor as it was pulled closer until Orm was trapped between Lingling's legs, their bodies almost touching.
Lingling's face was inches from Orm's, her eyes dark, filled with challenge.
"Are you sure you want to finish that sentence?" Lingling gritted out, her voice low and dangerous.
Orm's heart raced. She couldn't think straight, not with Lingling this close, not with her hand still sliding up her thigh, dangerously close to places she didn't dare acknowledge in this moment.
Damn me for wearing this skirt today.
Lingling's breath was hot against her ear as she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, but heavy with intent. "Tell me, Kornnaphat... how wet for me are you right now?"
Orm's breath caught in her throat, her face flushed deep red. She almost choked at the bluntness of it. This woman has no filter.
Lingling didn't move. She held her ground, eyes locked with Orm's, her fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh, inching dangerously close.
"Don't be shy," Lingling whispered, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "It's just me. Tell me."
Orm could barely hold herself together. She was on fire, her body screaming at her to give in. Without thinking, she teasingly grabbed Lingling's hand, slowly guiding it further up under her skirt.
"Why don't you check for yourself," she said, her voice coming out sultry, dripping with need.
Lingling raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised but impressed by Orm's boldness. That smirk of hers widened, and she didn't hesitate to take the invitation. Her fingers slipped further, teasing, exploring, making Orm's breath hitch even more.
"You want me to check?" Lingling teased, her voice full of satisfaction as she let her fingers lightly brush against Orm's most sensitive spot.
Orm nearly moaned but bit her lip hard to stop herself.
Lingling, sensing Orm's struggle, leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Orm's ear. "Lean back," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "And open your legs"
Orm's body reacted before her brain did. She leaned back in the chair, spreading her legs just enough, letting Lingling have full access. She wanted this—no, she needed this. She couldn't fight it anymore.
Lingling's fingers were now pressing harder, ordering her again " Wider." teasing Orm in a way that had her squirming in her seat.
Every slow, deliberate movement was driving Orm insane. She could barely keep still, her legs instinctively spreading even wider, inviting more of that maddening touch.
"Look at you," Lingling whispered, her voice smug as her fingers slid closer, brushing against Orm's heat. "You're soaking wet for me, aren't you?"
Orm gasped, unable to keep the sound from escaping. She bit her lip, trying to stay composed, but it was useless. Lingling was completely in control, and she was loving every moment of watching Orm fall apart under her touch.
"Don't get shy on me now," Lingling taunted, her voice low and sultry. "You wanted this, didn't you?"
Orm tried to glare at her, but it was weak, barely a shadow of her usual defiance. Her body was betraying her, and she hated how much she craved more. "Fuck you," Orm spat out, though her voice lacked conviction.
Lingling chuckled darkly, her fingers finally dipping inside, making Orm arch her back involuntarily. "Is that how you're going to beg, Kornnaphat?" she teased, her voice mocking. "Because I'm not hearing you beg yet."
Orm's breath was ragged now, her chest heaving as she struggled to maintain any semblance of control. "Keep dreaming...I'm not going to beg," she managed to grit out between shallow breaths, even though every nerve in her body was screaming at her to give in.
Lingling's smirk grew even wider. "We'll see about that," she murmured, her fingers now moving in a slow, torturous rhythm that had Orm clenching the edges of the chair, her knuckles white with tension. Lingling leaned in closer, her breath hot against Orm's ear.
"You're pathetic, Kornnaphat," Lingling whispered against her ear, her tone laced with venomous amusement. "Pretending you hate me when you're about to cum undone because of me."
Orm's eyes shot open, burning with anger. She hated how much power Lingling had over her, and how cocky confident Lingling was... Her body responded despite every fiber of her being wanting to shove the woman away.
"Fuck... you, Kwong," Orm hissed through gritted teeth, her voice laced with frustration.
Lingling chuckled darkly, her fingers curling deeper, making Orm's breath hitch. "You sure about that?" she sneered, pushing Orm right to the brink of losing herself. "Because you're the one shaking like a fucking leaf right now. Look at you—barely able to keep it together."
Orm's fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms as her body betrayed her again
Orm spat, trying to sound tough, but her voice cracked with the pleasure that coursed through her body. "I hate you."
Lingling's lips twisted into a cruel smile as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Orm's neck, biting on it hard, making sure it leaves a mark, a trace of her possessiveness.
"Yeah? Hate me all you want," she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, her fingers working faster now. "But you're still gonna cum for me, aren't you?"
Orm's head fell back, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Fucking... hell Kwong." she gasped, her hands gripping the arms of the chair as she cursed out in frustration.
"That's more like it," Lingling purred, her hand moving faster now, pushing Orm closer to the edge. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Orm's neck, biting lightly. "Go on, say it. Tell me how much you want me."
Orm's entire body was trembling now, her legs quivering as she tried desperately to keep from completely unraveling. " Say it Kornnaphat, Or I'm stopping leaving you like this" she threatened her, slowing down her fingers movement.
She hated how much control Lingling had over her, but fuck, she couldn't deny how badly she needed her in that moment.
"I—" Orm's voice caught in her throat as Lingling's fingers curled inside her, hitting just the right spot. "I want you," she gasped out, her voice barely a whisper.
Lingling smirked against her skin, her fingers still working Orm over. "Louder," she demanded, her voice commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
"I want you," Orm finally admitted, her voice breathless, her entire body on fire, "...Please"
Lingling's fingers moved faster, her smirk turning wicked."That wasn't so hard, was it?" she teased, her lips curving into a wicked pride smile.
Orm's head was spinning, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as Lingling pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Orm spat, her voice shaking. "I hate you so fucking much, Kwong- I swear to go if-"
She whispered, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "But you're still gonna cum for me, and you're going to cum right fucking now"
And Orm did. Hard. Her entire body tensed up as her release hit her like a freight train, a loud moan escaping her lips as she came all over Lingling's fingers. She hated how much she enjoyed it, hated how Lingling had just completely unraveled her.
Lingling watched her with satisfaction, her smirk never faltering. She slowed her fingers, drawing out every last bit of Orm's climax, before pulling her hand away.
"There you go, Princess I got you" she whispered smugly," It wasn't that hard, Was it?"
Orm glared at her, still catching her breath, her body trembling from the aftershocks. "You're... the worst," she muttered, her voice weak but filled with venom.
Lingling leaned in one last time, pecking her lips. "And you love every second of it," she whispered, before stepping back, leaving Orm sitting there, dazed and furious.