The dim lights cast a blue tint throughout the hallway as they flickered one by one. Any normal person would be creeped out if they knew the lights only went crazy because of me, but as I stared up at Jeremy, he didn't seem phased at all. Odd.

I continued to drag him by his hand and disregarded his composed demeanor as my keys jingled in my pocket. My door came into view and I pulled them out, fiddling with the lock until it clicked and I guided us through.

He closed the door and city lights pooled in through the cracks of the blinds, highlighting his sharp jawline.

I felt nervous all of a sudden. I hadn't done something like this in years. Why did I suggest it again?

“Sorry for the mess, I didn't expect, well. You know.” Oh my god, I needed to shut up.

“I don't mind,” he laughed as I waved him over to my sofa.

“Great, would you like a drink?” I turned but he snatched my waist and pulled me into him.

Jeremy placed his hands on my lower back and kissed me.

Hs touch was urgent but soft as his hands drifted lower. I shoved him onto the couch and peeled my shirt off. My black laced bra exposed as I straddled him.

“Fuck,” his voice was rough and breathless as his hands moved to unlatch the clip on my bra.

I pushed him further into the cusion and parted my lips. “First, take off your shirt,” I said in a demanding tone.

Jeremy didn't hesitate and ripped the shirt over his head. I grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on my hips and I kissed him fiercely, tracing my fingers down his muscular chest as I made my way to his zipper.

“Your breaks over.”

A muffled gasp escaped me, and I pushed myself off of Jeremy. My head whipped to the direction of the window, and my focus landed on the loveseat with a dark silhouette occupying it.

“Holy fuck.”

Jeremy tilted his head, confused. “What? Did I do something you didn't—”

I glanced back at Jeremy, and gave him a false smile. “No. I just remember I have some unfinished work that needs to be completed by morning.”

I scrambled to my feet, snatched his shirt off the ground, threw it in his face and ushered him out of the room.

“I'm so, so sorry. I’ll call you.”

“You don't have my—”

I slammed the door shut and sighed.

Breath, Estelle. Remember to breathe. “Excuse me sir but this is highly inappropriate. It's after hours and I completed my work for the week.”