I yawn my hello to Jo as I walk to my desk. I hang my jacket on the coat rack by my desk and slide my bag into my bottom drawer. Damien had an early meeting, so he's been here for almost forty-five minutes. I lean to see into the conference room and see him talking with the clients. I smile to myself and watch his muscles contract under his shirt as he moves to take the paper. God, he's beautiful.
I log into my computer and start to go through emails when I feel the familiar tingle between my legs. He's turning me into a nymphomaniac, I swear. He'll be in that meeting for at least another half hour... I slowly slide up my dress so Jo doesn't notice and grab my phone from my bag. I slide down in my seat and spread my legs before taking the photo. I press send and watch him, waiting for his reaction.
I feel a pang of disappointment when he doesn't open it and sigh softly. After a moment he pulls his phone from his pocket and I see his surprise when he opens it. He looks over at me, jaw on the floor.
"Holy shit, Jane. Good morning to you, too."
I smile and pull my panties to the side before sending another photo.
He closes his eyes for a minute after opening the message and he leans back in his seat.
"You're gunna kill me..."
I slowly slide two fingers in and take a photo, writing,
"I wish these were your fingers... xoxo"
"Hi, someone at the front desk told me I could find Jane Adams here. Is that correct?" I hear his voice before I see him and my eyes shoot over to Jo's desk. She's pointing toward me, a smile on her face, and Eric is thanking her. Our eyes meet and I drop my phone onto the desk. I wipe my fingers off on a tissue from my desk and adjust myself before standing.
I walk around my desk to meet him, and I can feel Damien's eyes on me.
"What are you doing here, Eric?" I ask, my arms folded across my chest.
"You haven't answered my calls, texts... even emails. It's been almost three years since you've spoken to me. I just wanted to see how you are."
"You don't need to worry about me... And maybe I haven't answered you for a reason."
"Hey, I apologized... multiple times. I don't know what else you want me to do," he says and steps closer to me.
"And I accepted your apology, but that doesn't make everything you've said just disappear. You fucked up, Eric. You told me that shit for years... How can you expect all of that to just go away? And did you never once think that maybe I was already thinking all of those things about myself? I killed mom and dad, I get it. No matter what you say, you're never going to not blame me. So just get the fuck out of here, and don't come back. I don't want to see you, anymore. You were never there for me when I needed you, and you know it. You're a shitty brother, Eric, and you're-" before I can finish my sentence, he back hands me across my face. I turn back to him, my hand on my cheek. His face falls and he grabs my arms.
"Jane, I am so-"
"You need to leave. I won't tell you again." Damien is already out of the conference room and standing between the two of us. "Now."
Eric furrows his brow and tilts his head. "And who the fuck are you?"
"Eric, please just go," I say and try to move around Damien's arm.
"Do you need me to call security?" Jo asks, and I notice that she's come over as well.
"No, Jo. Thank you. He's leaving, right now," I answer and grab Damien's hand. "Come on, just let him leave."
They're standing chest to chest, and Eric is just barely shorter than him.
"Eric, please..." I ask quietly and he looks over at me.
"I'm sorry," he says softly before looking back at Damien. I can feel the tension rolling off of him, and am scared for my brother for just a moment. After what seems like an eternity, Eric turns and leaves.
Damien watches him take a few steps before he turns to me. He grabs my face with both hands and looks at me.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I nod and he kisses me. I hear Jo stir uncomfortably and smile against his lips.
"Guess I just let that cat out of the bag, haven't I?" he whispers, and we both smile.
"I don't really care anymore, to be honest." I kiss him again and slowly push him away. "Go back to your meeting... your clients look a little shocked." He reluctantly leaves me, and I turn to Jo.
"I am so sorry for all of that, I didn't think he'd show up. I don't even know how he knows I work here," I say to her and I shake my head. I reach for her hand and she squeezes my fingers.
"Do you want an ice pack or something? He hit you hard, Jane."
"No, no. I'll be alright. Thank you, anyway."
"So you and Damien, huh? Officially?" she asks quietly, a knowing smile spreading across her face.
"Uhh. Yeah," I say and laugh awkwardly.
"Alright, alright. I'll shut up." She squeezes my fingers once more before releasing me and walking back to her desk.
I'm sitting at my desk filing papers for our newest client when I notice the time. I finish up quickly and start shutting down my computer.
"Wanna grab some dinner?" Damien asks as he walks over to my desk.
"Sure.