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Yet another project status meeting in Helena's office, and I am only half-listening while typing away on my data pad, taking notes, and doing a million other things simultaneously.
"So, what do you think?" Reynolds asks, looking at Helena intently.
She scans her pad and nods. "Data looks good so far. Let's move on to the next phase."
"I am still of the opinion that we should run another batch of simulations first," Leland objects.
"No. The Minister is on my back already and wants to see results," Helena insists. "We're proceeding."
He frowns, staring at her silently for a long moment before he relents. Not like he has much of a choice. "Yes, Sir," he sighs.
"Sofiya, get the Janus team up to speed, please," she addresses me. "They're shipping out in two days."
I don't even glance up from my pad before answering. "Oh, yeah, I'm already working on it." As soon as she gave the word to proceed, I started with the usual list of tasks for a project of this kind. By now I'm pretty good at basically reading Helena's mind when it comes to work stuff, or at least I'd like to think I am. Finally looking up when I can feel her eyes on me, I add hastily: "Just figured you'd say that."
There's the hint of a smile on her lips. "Good girl," she states nonchalantly.
Immediately, I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I focus on my pad again in the hopes of hiding my blushing face. How the hell does Helena still manage to throw me off with that stupid phrase out of nowhere, especially in front of people? Unbelievable.
Unbelievably pathetic, in fact.
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When the meeting ends, Leland and Reynolds leave while I stay back in Helena's office. As soon as the door shuts behind them, she smirks at me.
"That was a very cute blush earlier."
I laugh and pull Helena closer by her lab coat, kissing her. "Hate it when you do that," I murmur against her lips.
"I just can't help it, I love seeing you squirm."
"You're a terrible boss, you know that?"
The kisses get more heated, and her hands wander over my ass. She's driving me crazy. "Oh, am I now?"
"Uh-huh. Bullying your poor, innocent subordinate," I complain playfully between kisses.
"Innocent, hm?"
"Very."
Helena starts kissing along my neck, and I can barely suppress a moan. "How wet is your innocent little cunt from getting 'bullied'?" she whispers.
"Why don't you check?" I am well aware that we shouldn't make out like this in the middle of the day, right in her office, but I can't help it. And she knows exactly what she's doing to me.
"Because any minute now, my next appointment will come barging through that door," she chuckles, biting my neck.
"Damnit," I whimper. God, I want her so bad.
And right on queue, there's a knock on the door. Fuck. She presses one last kiss on my lips and steps back.
"Come in," she calls.
I hastily try to smooth my clothes, so I don't look like I was just in the process of making out with my boss. I hope my flushed face isn't too much of a giveaway. How does Helena always manage to turn me into an absolute mess within a minute, while she stays her usual unbothered self, with her impeccable self-control? It's a little unfair.
And hot as hell, unfortunately.