THIRTEEN

Elodie

Later that day, for some stupid reason, I linger in the doorway of Azeroth's guest bedroom, waiting for I don't know what. I want to talk to him about the thing he did in the dressing room with the disappearing clothes, only I don't really know what I'll say. I liked it. Please do it again. Don't stop with my panties.

I'm being stupid. He was just making a point, right? Though, I definitely thought I felt a bulge in his trousers when I stepped back into him.

Eventually, I chicken out. "Well goodnight." I half turn, still watching him.

"Goodnight." He doesn't look away, just watches me with those bright eyes that look like they flicker with a secret flame.

He didn't touch me in the changeroom. Not beyond the touch of his hands on my arms, which was enough to send my thoughts straight to the gutter. And he didn't try anything after that. Not a kiss, or even holding my hand across the table at dinner.

That didn't stop me having filthy thoughts about him doing something the whole time.

The things I've imagined my boss doing to me would be enough to make Colin in HR blush.

I guess maybe Azeroth cares more about that stuff than I do.

"Thank you for today." It's been amazing. After the shopping, Azeroth treated me to a fancy dinner where he insisted I take plenty of pictures to post on my social media. I guess we're officially fake dating. I probably should have messaged my friend Quinn and Mom and Dad first, though, to let them know there's nothing real going on. I'm still not sure to how to explain the situation. I'm not sure anyone will believe me if I try, so I don't.

"My pleasure, cherie." God, even his voice is sexy. Low and warm and resonating with things I can't even put into words.

I retreat to the guest room, strip off my clothes, and get into my tank top and shorts, ready for bed. When I slip beneath the sheets, I try to be good. I resolutely keep my hands at my sides rather than slipping them beneath my panties to rub my fingers through the wetness there. I swear I don't try to let my mind wander. I still end up sinking into a dream that feels astonishingly vivid.

I'm up in the middle of the night for a midnight snack.

I know it's a dream, because I'd never raid someone else's fridge like this while they were sleeping. In the dream, I'm not worried about it, though. In the dream, I'm starved, and it seems like the most natural thing in the world.

Of course, I'm not really surprised when a deep, sinfully smooth voice interrupts me. "Hungry?"

I turn, leaving the doors of the fridge wide open. It's the kind with two doors that open from the middle, and the chill of the refrigerated air on my back sends tingles up my spine.

"Yes."

Azeroth strides toward me. He has on only the black silk pajamas he was wearing the night I summoned him. Tonight, there's a noticeable bulge at the groin and I can't help looking. As I stare, it thickens, stiffening until it's no longer swinging against his thigh, but jutting up, pushing at the fabric like it's trying to escape.

I'm practically licking my lips by the time he comes close. Azeroth puts one hand on either side of me, holding the fridge doors open, but he's not looking into the fridge. Instead, his gaze skates down my front. "Me, too."

In the dream, it seems perfectly normal when he lowers his head, and his nose and lips skim over my skin beneath my ear while he inhales deeply. My nipples prick against the material of my top and heat pools at my core.

"Very hungry."

I don't think either of us is talking about food, so I'm surprised when he reaches past me and takes something from the fridge. Several somethings. I'm even more surprised when he takes a cold strawberry from the punnet and trails the pointed end along the neckline of my tank top. I shiver. The cold berry skating along my skin makes my nipples ache.

Azeroth then lifts it to my lips and feeds me the strawberry until I'm sucking the juice from his fingers. It's plump and tart, cold and delicious. I can't help myself.

He groans. Suddenly, I'm lifted up. He spins me and deposits me on the kitchen counter behind him. When he sets me on the counter and steps between my legs, his cock is at the perfect height, pressing against my core when he feeds me the next strawberry.

This time our faces are closer. His forked tongue darts out to wet his lips as I suck his fingers clean of juice.

The tart, sweet taste of the berry still floods my mouth when Azeroth leans in and his lips claim mine. His are hot and teasing. Sliding and caressing, until I part them and his tongue invades my mouth.

I moan when he deepens the kiss. Sweet pressure builds in the places our bodies mold together and at the insistent play of his mouth on mine. I know his teeth are sharp. I've caught glimpses of them whenever we ate or talked. But the way they graze my lips in the kiss makes them another tool in the arsenal of his seduction. Soft, sexy. God, how is he allowed to be this sexy?

It's not enough.

Our tongues slick together and his hand tangles in my hair and I need more. I arch my back, clutch at him, and try to get more sensation against my clit. My whole pussy throbs, my core is tight and my toes curl.

"More," I whisper when he lets me up for breath.

He reaches for another berry, but I catch his wrist. That's not what I meant. Slowly, holding eye contact, I bring his hand between us. He lets me. As it becomes clear what I'm asking for, Azeroth takes over. His fingers delve into my tiny shorts, brushing firmly against my soaking panties, right over the place I need him.

I moan.

He increases the pressure. It still isn't enough. "Please. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me."

Azeroth pulls back with a rueful smile. "No, sweet thing. Not that."

"Please."

He shakes his head. "We can't do that here."

I'm confused. I look around, but we're still in his kitchen, only the dream is changing. The kitchen fades to his office at work. Instead of the counter, I'm sitting on his huge wooden desk with my legs wrapped around him.

Someone knocks at the door.

"Please. I don't care." My pussy throbs insistently.

Azeroth shakes his head.

Again the dream changes, and this time we're at a bus stop. I'm sitting on a wall beside a queue of people waiting to board a red and white bus.

"We can't do that here," Azeroth says again.

It's like he's making excuses, though. It's just a dream after all. We can do whatever we want.

"I don't care." I tighten my legs around him.

He plants his hands on either side of my hips, breathing hard. "Elodie."

"Please." I roll my hips, chasing friction.

"Elodie?"

A firm hand on my shoulder wakes me. Azeroth—the real Azeroth—gives me a little shake. "Time to wake up, cherie. I have a nine o'clock meeting."

The lines between the dream and reality are still so blurred. My pussy still throbs. For a moment, I can feel the pressure of his cock rubbing up against me.

I flush. "Sorry. I'll be ready in a minute."

Is it my imagination or does he seem out of sorts? It's probably just too early. I rub my eyes and stumble to the shower, trying to hurry. I'd hate to be even more of an inconvenience after he's done so much for me already.

When Azeroth hands me a hot takeout coffee after my shower, I can't meet his eyes. Instead, I turn away and snatch my handbag, cheeks flaming. It was just a dream. Why can't I shake the throb between my legs or the wet trickle of moisture between swollen labia every time I stand still?

It's only because I had an erotic dream and I didn't have a chance to come in the shower. That's all.

"Are you coming?" He is holding the front door open for me.

I nearly choke on the sip of coffee I just took. "Y-yeah. Coming."

When we get to work, Azeroth discovers he can't get to his office if I'm at my desk. He gets about two steps from the door, freezes, then turns with the strangest look on his face. From behind my computer, I know exactly when it happens, too. There's the strangest tugging feeling in my chest, like something is pulling on my heart.

Azeroth stalks into the Innovation Team office. "Ms. Alexandre, a word in my office, if you have a moment."

I swallow. Everyone is looking at me. We haven't told anyone about the summoning or the fake dating. We agreed that at work we would act like nothing had happened. I'm already struggling.

I follow Azeroth to his office. He looks tense. The bony spikes on his shoulders stand out a little more today under his shirt. He closes the office door behind us. "I'm going to need you to work in here today."

I blink. "What will people think?"

He shrugs. "We can tell them you're receiving mentoring. Unless you'd prefer me to make it look like a dressing down."

This of course sends my mind straight back to that tiny changing room. I bite my lip. "A dressing down?" My voice comes out high and breathless. I can't help it. It's his fault for choosing such suggestive language.

OK, I can't really blame him for the dreams I've been having but, boy, it's hard to concentrate with them constantly flickering through my mind's eye.

Azeroth's nostrils flare and his tone is positively icy. "I don't care what people think, Elodie. I need to have this video conference."

Oh. He's really mad. I mean I would be, too. I've probably derailed his day. Here I am daydreaming about dirty things, and he just wants to get on with his work.

"Of course." I look around the room. There's a space on the end of his desk, so I set down my laptop. "I'll just..."

He's already logging into his computer, eyes on the screen. He doesn't look up. "Mhm."

Here I was imagining we were both having a grand time. That the summoning had somehow been something like a game he'd been playing right along with me.

As I log in and wade through the emails in my inbox, it starts to sink in this was never fun and games. I really should be thinking harder about how to end it.

I jump when my phone buzzes with a notification.

Surreptitiously, I pick it up to check. Azeroth has on his headphones and is talking to someone on his call.

Quinn: bitch I thought I was your brunch date! Who is this? More importantly, did u fuck him?

Quinn included a link to an Instagram picture posted on Jordan Wolf's account. In the background, Azeroth and I are talking over brunch at Knock on Wood.

I should be pleased. Didn't I want this fake dating thing to go really public, so Dustin would notice and get jealous? Only, I didn't think too hard about how everyone else might react.

Just at that moment, a new message pops up from Dustin pops up . I dismiss it hastily without looking. I can only take so much in one day. It took me a while to shake the sick feeling from reading his last one. I can't really explain it. Did I want to have his attention, to make him feel bad? Right now, though, I'd like to go on pretending for a little while he doesn't exist.

I tuck away my phone without answering Quinn, either. I feel guilty about ditching them for brunch with Azeroth, but I could hardly invite them along on my fake date with my boss.

I sigh. I hope they understand when I can eventually explain everything.