Chapter 65: Chapter 65

KRISTIN

Why come to me when you know it will be difficult to say what you have on your mind?

I can't believe these kids.

I always used to tell June to feel free to tell me things right from when she was younger. It never helped my anxiety to hear "Errm, Uncle, please don't be mad" repeatedly, only to learn that it was something less concerning.

"I can hear you," I said, fighting the urge to shove my computer's USB down her throat and fetch out the information.

"It's about my mother..." She looked up; our eyes clashed for the briefest of seconds. On impulse, her eyes went back to her fingers.

"Oh yes, you told me some time ago that she wasn't feeling too well. How is she now?"

"Better," she said. Then with a small voice, added, "I think..."

"Please tell me she is okay."

"She is okay," Eva chuckled. "She just needs more medications and... well, and I seem to be low on cash. I want to get an upfront... about two months."

Is this what took her a century to request?

"Tell Edith that I agreed. She will know what to do."

I don't think Eva thought I'd agree just like that. Her lips parted in surprise.

"I—I should go to Edith?"

"You heard me."

The tears I didn't expect started to fall. I almost grunted.

"Thank you so much, Kristin! I fucking love you."

"Language, girl. I could kick you out." My joke got the desired effect: she wiped her eyes and chuckled.

"Thank you so so much, Kristin, you don't know what this means to me."

"You're welcome, Eva. Tell Edith to come to my office with those files."

Eva almost ran out of the room. Definitely, she would spread the news of how nice and caring their boss was.

Edith seemed to have been waiting for the call. She came in as Eva left, brimming with smiles.

"Good morning, handsome."

"Hey, good morning."

I took in her knee-length sheath dress, with a tailored waist and a gently flared skirt. It's made of a lightweight, wrinkle-resistant fabric, like silk or a rayon blend. The colour is neutral (grey). A deliciously crafted scoop neckline and long sleeves complimented the dress.

Not a fan of too much make-up, only Edith's lips were neatly smeared with gloss.

"I saw your text at the parking lot, that's why I didn't reply." I paused to see if she'd take the chair on the other side as I wanted. She did, but not before smiling seductively and pushing some files over to me.

"I know. I thought you were still asleep," she chuckled.

"Nah, I got up early."

"I'm glad to see you returning to the old Kristin." Her official-and-sexy dress gave too much outline of her boobs as she leaned on the table. "How was your night?"

Not desiring to give out details, I settled for, "Lovely. How was yours?"

"You look different in a very good way," she said, her brows furrowed at me in concentration. "What is the good news?"

Huh? Different in a good way? I almost scoffed.

"What do you mean?"

"You're looking brighter than usual this morning." Edith wriggled her brows at me. "You got the second contract with Dija already?"

"Nah, our meeting for this morning will decide that." I'm proud to say that my company gave Dija the best of services—and dick—that she wants another contract with us, this time, extending to sister companies under hers.

"So what happened?"

I just wish Edith would leave me for a moment. I need to think. Anytime now Dija would walk in through the door, leaving only me to handle her and her energetic self.

"Edith, nothing happened." I must have sounded bored because Edith suddenly leaned back.

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

"Why do you sound like you want me to leave?"

I looked up with a frown. "I didn't say that."

"Your body language says it all."

No, not this morning. The last thing I need is drama. I've battled enough for the past three weeks.

"Is June doing something again?" Edith suddenly asked. "Oh, that girl never ceases to make you bothered."

Correction, hot and bothered. It's also safe to say that I gave in to my desires last night, but Edith doesn't need to know all that.

"June is fine. She is okay."

My responses were unintentionally short, and I could sense that Edith would, at any moment, think I was having a mental breakdown.

She got up and came to my side of the table. "I told you to let her be." She caressed my cheek and leaned down for a kiss.

My body repelled it. Our lips were just inches apart when I turned my face, giving her my cheek as an alternative.

Now, the drama began.

She sat up and frowned deeply, I was scared her face would remain that way forever.

"Why are you avoiding my kiss?"

"I am not avoiding your kiss," I said. She reached for my face. Unintentionally, I backed away.

"Oh, now you're avoiding my touch."

She wanted to say more. Hell, she was already blabbing and causing drama when a knock sounded on the door followed by an instant push.

I was happy to see that Edith rearranged herself quickly and stood beside my desk like I was showing her something on my computer.

"Kristin, Dija is here!"

"Thank you. Please lead her in." I looked at Edith as the informant walked out. "Please, I will need to attend to Dija, now."

Without saying a word, Edith walked off, her heels clicking hurriedly behind her.

Minutes later, the door opened again. Someone rushed in with a bag and placed it on my table, and Dija, with her womanly charm, entered the office.

A smile played on the corner of her lips.

"Hello, Kristin."

I got up, beaming with smiles. "It's so nice to meet you for our second contract," I said merrily and ushered her to a seat.

"I love how you take business seriously. I got exactly what I wanted." She settled on her chair, reached into her bag and pushed a file to me. "If you are not clear with any clause there, feel free to ask."

Her playful wink did not escape my sight. The sample of the contract sent some days ago was supposed to be reviewed, but I had been too busy with June...

Dija got up, her long red gown slithering on the floor, and approached my side of the table.

I had no idea her hands were reaching for the hem of the gown until she lifted it, baring her lap and fresh pussy.

"I didn't bother wearing something beneath. It would be easier to fuck me that way." With a seductive smile, she rested her buttocks on the table and leaned forward, purposefully showing me her boobs. "Let's seal this second deal, Kristin. We can work another encounter this weekend in a place more—" She looked around the office. "—less official."

Now, she was hinting that we were going to meet for more.

Is it a crime to be sexy and good in bed?

Her fingers did not touch my chest, mainly because I pulled back.

I can't do this to June. I can't cheat on her.

Wait, cheat? We had no label for what we did yesterday and here I was talking about cheating!

The thought almost made me laugh.

The more I tried to fight myself with the excuse that it was to help the contract, the more I found myself drifting farther away from Dija.

"What's going on?" she asked when it seemed my chair was almost touching the wall behind. "You feel very distant. You don't want us to do it here?"

"No, it's not that..." I took a long moment to gather my thoughts. "I was thinking maybe we should just sign the files and celebrate."

"Yes, we are in the signing process," she smiled. "That is exactly what we are about to begin."

I exhaled softly and opened my mouth to speak, "Dija, I'm sorry but I can't do this. Not today, not anymore. Please, let's sign this contract like the business people that we are."

Dija looked taken aback. She moved away from me like I had a plague. "Is that what you really want?" Even as she spoke, she was already moving back to her seat in search of her designer bag. "Do you know that you are risking everything that connects us?" Her eyes narrowed. She grabbed her bag and scoffed. "Are you even serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"You have until two this afternoon to change your mind. If I don't receive positive feedback—or feedback at all—from you... it's over, business and all."

With that, she turned and walked out of the office.

A morning of nothing but drama...