Chapter 6: Aftermath
Ethan turned away, his broad shoulders blocking the dim light as he bent to retrieve his clothes from the floor. The silence was thick, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Mei Lin watched him, her skin still warm from his touch, her thighs sticky and trembling. She wanted to say something, anything, but her throat felt dry, her words trapped beneath the weight of what had just happened. His indifference cut deeper than she expected.
He pulled his pants up with deliberate precision, the zipper’s sharp hiss slicing through the quiet. His shirt followed, buttoned quickly, his hands moving as if she weren’t even there. Mei Lin’s chest tightened, a strange ache blooming where his hands had been moments ago. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly aware of her own nakedness, the way her nipples still stood hard and sensitive. “Ethan,” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, but he didn’t turn.
Mei Lin walked to the window, her feet, bare were it not for her stockings, pressed into the carpeted floor. The city sprawled below, a glittering sea of lights that seemed to mock her vulnerability. She stared at her reflection in the glass, her face flushed, her lipstick smeared, her hair a tangled mess. Her skirt was wrinkled, her blouse and bra on the floor behind her, and she could still feel the heat of his hands on her skin. She smoothed her skirt with shaky hands, trying to erase the evidence of what she’d allowed, what she’d begged for.
Her eyes lingered on the faint bruises forming on her neck, the marks he’d left as he’d pinned her against the desk, her legs wrapped around his waist. A shiver ran through her, equal parts shame and desire. She’d never felt so exposed, so completely undone, and yet she couldn’t deny the thrill that still coursed through her. Her pussy throbbed, a reminder of how hard he’d fucked her, how he’d made her scream. And how he'd left her unfinished. The one orgasms he had permitted her was not enough.
Ethan finished dressing, his movements cold and efficient. He turned to face her, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark and unyielding. "Is that what you wanted?" he said.
She nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line as she felt the weight of his command settle over her.
Mei Lin met his gaze, her chin lifting slightly, a spark of defiance flickering in her eyes. "It's what we both wanted," she said, her voice stronger now, laced with a hint of challenge. "Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it." Her hands trembled as she smoothed her skirt again, her body still humming from the way he’d taken her.
Ethan didn’t respond. He simply stared at her, his expression unwavering, his eyes holding a depth she couldn’t quite decipher. The air between them crackled with tension, unspoken words hanging heavy in the room.
Mei Lin stepped away from the window, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation, the faint click of her heels echoing in the silence. "Actually," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "I think I deserve another round." Her gaze locked onto his, a challenge burning in her dark eyes, her lips curving into a slow, predatory smile.
Ethan’s eyebrow twitched, a flicker of surprise breaking through his stoic mask before he schooled his features back into indifference. "Deserve?" he echoed, his voice laced with amusement, though his eyes remained hard. "Is that how you see this?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps straining against the fabric of his shirt, his posture radiating control.
Mei Lin closed the distance between them, her fingers trailing along the edge of his jaw, her touch deliberate and electric. "I see it as you owing me," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, her lips brushing the shell of it. "You left me wanting, Ethan. And I don’t like to be left wanting." Her hand slid down to his chest, her nails lightly scraping through the fabric of his shirt, her body pressing closer.
Ethan caught her wrist, his grip firm but not painful, his fingers wrapping around her delicate bones. He stared down at her, his eyes narrowed, a silent war raging behind them. "And what makes you think I’m willing to give you what you want?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous, a warning threaded through every word.
Mei Lin laughed, a throaty, confident sound that filled the room, her eyes never leaving his. "Because I know you enjoyed it," she said, her voice dripping with certainty. "And because I know you want to." She tugged her wrist free from his grasp, her fingers moving to the hem of his shirt, toying with the fabric as she stepped even closer. "Besides," she added, her voice a seductive purr, "I’m your boss. What I want, I usually get."
Ethan’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with anger.
"You’re playing with fire, Mei Lin," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don’t think I’ll let you call the shots just because you’re my boss."
Mei Lin’s smile widened, her confidence unshaken. "Oh, I’m counting on it," she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin.
"But I think you’ll find I’m not so easy to control."
Ethan turns to walk away. As he walks out of the room and closes the door she begins to plan how she can get him to service her again.
"I don't want our next round here though." Mei said. Come to my apartment on Westerly Ave., 10C, 8 p.m. sharp."
He didn't answer.