Monday morning, Samuel was back to work. He made it before her which was a surprise. He apologized for friday and Rita just accepted it and started working. She declined his offer for lunch, said she was not hungry. In all honesty, she really was not hungry. Thoughts from yesterday were still active in her head. She just wanted to be alone for a little bit.
“Rita if it's about the kiss,” He was going to call it a mistake, she just knew it. She would not blame him if he did. The kiss had been a mistake, a stupid spur of the moment kind of thing. “I don't regret it.”
What? His words surprised her. Then she fell back into numbness.
“Even if you consider it as such, just know that I don't.” he continued.
“The only regret I have is last Friday, I shouldn't have been that drunk. I shouldn't have been drunk at all.”
Samuel left for lunch, he said he was going to the usual place and his invitation was still open. Rita still did not go. She buried herself in afternoon work until Samuel came back. She did not say anything and neither did he. He did drop a recyclable bag of takeaway on the side of her desk. She mumbled a thank you and they both fell into silence for hours.
Around three pm Rita decided it was time for her to leave. She had to travel tomorrow.
“I'll be off now Sir, goodnight.” she said absent mindedly. She turned around to face the exit only to find Samuel standing in her way and standing so close to her. Rita jumped, shock lodged deep in her chest and she staggered backwards. How in the world?! When did he get there?! And how did she not realize he was right there?!
“Oh sorry Sir. I didn't see you there. I'll be going home now, see you at the airport.” she tried to walk around him. He blocked her way again. Her heart was already beating fast.
“I have a proposition.” he said while he stalked as if she were prey.
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Concrete flew as the wall got hit by another blast, showering him Dylan in another coat of dust. Fucking bastard! He was going to kill him!
“You have no power here left you useless sack of meat.” his opponent declared.
“This time I'm not going to be the puppet. You are!” he screamed.
“Except i can still kill you moron.” “Is there anyone else that wants to have a go.”
Silence answered him. Dead men could not speak.
“Just what I thought.”
His phone rang and he grabbed it from his pocket. The screen was badly cracked. There was no use touching it. “Answer.” He did not bother to ask who it was. There was only two people who knew this line existed, one of them was dead.
“What the fuck is it this time Klaus?!”
“I need some money.”
“The fuck you do! Go make a few deals then if you're so desperate for some cash.”
“I would not be calling you if I hadn't already tried that. Nothing's working.”
“Take it how you get it brother or find a way to get out, till you get your shit sorted out don't call me ever again.”
Now to get out of this fucking place and out of these bloody clothes, he huffed and stomped out of the ruined and empty plaza.
Klaus growled and threw the his phone across the street where it smashed to pieces on the tarred road. He punched the brick wall beside him, the wall shook and his fist went through it. He pulled out his fist out from the hole it had created. He needed his fix and he could not get it. There was nothing left in his accounts, the only thing he had left was the house but that was in his fucking cousin's name. Why were his deals not working the way he wanted or at least the way they were supposed to?
He had to find someone, anyone that would take his offer and have no way out of it but who?
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She kept moving backwards until her back hit the wall. The cold feel of the wall sent another jolt of shock through her body, she had not noticed he had backed her up against the wall and prevented her from leaving.
“So? Do you accept?”
His body was pressed flush against his and the warmth of his skin seeped through her clothes. Rita pressed her hands against his warm chest. She should have pushed him away but she did not, her hands remained motionless. He remained still, silent, waiting for her to say the word. Everything that had happened in the past few months had left her in tatters and a growing pit of pain and indecision. What if this would only add to it, throw her down an even more indecipherable path, away from the one she had painstakingly put together again. But what if it did not.
An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips before he stepped back from her, his warmth and scent withdrawing. Before she could think about it, she threw her arms around his neck, stood on the tips of her feet and brought his lips to hers. Signaling her acceptance.
There was nothing between them now except for their clothes, first he did not move and she started to worry if what she was doing was the smartest thing she could have done. Maybe this was wrong. She was– The thought was silenced when he grabbed fistfuls of her thighs and hoisted her up. She locked her legs around his hips.
Samuel melted into the kiss, his tongue met hers and the test of her had him moaning into her mouth. The kiss was slow, almost like either was afraid the other would leave if they went to fast. He held on to her as their tongues dueled, both wrapped up in the taste and exploration of each other. Her breasts pressed up against his chest, harder still with each breath.
They broke the kiss to breathe before going back, this time the kiss was not slow, it was a fast paced frenzy. They sucked and licked like they were starved. Samuel pressed her against the wall and kissed her harder, Rita took the challenge. Both of them telling the other everything they could not say with words, feeding each other with their breath and moans.
Samuel broke the kiss and Rita made a sound of disapproval. He made a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck. She moaned and bent her neck to give him more access, he stopped at the juncture between her shoulder and her neck and sucked, enjoying the tremors that went through her and the moans that he got out of her.
He let go with a pop and she shivered when cold air came in contact with the skin. He went for the shell of her ear and again she shivered. She took a sharp breath in when his hot tongue skimmed along its edge and she gasped when his teeth bit down lightly.
He went back to take her lips again. Then a knock came from the door. Rita stilled. Waiting to see if the sound was real or a figment of her imagination, Samuel did not stop though, he took her lips and her attention, slowly melting away her anxiety.
The knock came again and this time Rita heard it loud and clear. She jumped and tried to get out of Samuel's hold but he would not allow it.
“Mr. Princeton? Are you in there?”
Samuel released her mouth and let out a low frustrated growl before he let Rita down.
Rita hurried to fix the creases on her skirt and fix her top, her eyes found his again. She could see the gold waiting to burst through and she was not sure if she should take a step back, away from him or stay put.
She went back to her desk, sat down and put in her earphones. She looked back to him and nodded. He nodded back and went for the door while she calmed her breathing and started typing nonsense on the keyboard and pretending the screen and whatever she was doing had her complete attention.
Samuel opened the door to find Walt, one of the new intake from last year, Samuel put up a slightly annoyed expression when behind it all he just wanted to kill him. “Sir, these are the files you requested.”
Samuel took the files from him and glanced through it. “Some things are missing.” This guy interrupted him and Rita for files! And they were not complete for that matter! Samuel was considering firing him on the spot!
“Your personal assistant has the rest, I wanted to cross check with her.” Walt said. Samuel took his eyes off the file cover to focus on Walt's face or better yet what he would like to do to it.
“I'll let her know.” he said and closed the door in Walt's face
“We should getting going, we'll see each other tomorrow.”
What are you staring at?” he asked, confused at the expression on her face.
“My lipstick.” she answered, still staring at the side of his mouth.
Samuel wiped his lips with one of his fingers. Sure enough, there was brown lipstick on his finger. Shit. Samuel kicked himself, how could he have missed that one detail and Walt, that brown haired thin broomstick of a man. Samuel looked to Rita, her eyes did not meet his. She just took the files Walt had given him and went out the door.
Damn it! Samuel gritted his teeth.