Kongpob looked up through his glasses at me, and I was rooted to my spot. He took the few steps between us, and grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me into the elevator, and nodded to Luke behind me. My eyes were fixed on him, so I wasn't sure what was happening. He is so damn hot. His scent is intoxicating. My breath hitched at our closeness.

"Arthit, are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have let you walked."

Kongpob took his jacket off, and wrapped it around me. Then he used his sleeve, and started dabbing my face to wipe the water that was dripping from my hair.

"Kongpob...."

Ding

"Come with me." Kongpob held my hand, and I pulled my hand back.

"Kongpob, people will see us." Kongpob looked at me surprised, and then formed a slight frown.

"There's nobody on this floor. Just come." Kongpob grabbed my hand again.

"What floor are we on?" I asked as Kongpob dragged me across the room.

The whole floor essentially looked like a library with rows and rows of bookshelves. There's file cabinets that lined the walls.

"We are on the 40th floor. It's the highest floor of the building other than the rooftop. It's my company's file storage."

"What are we doing here? I'm going to be late for work?"

"Arthit, you can't go to work drenched like this. You will get sick. You are already shivering."

"I'm really fine. I can just take off my jacket, and my hair will dry in no time. Don't worry. You should take your jacket back too. I'm getting it wet."

Kongpob led me to a room in the back. He punched in a code, and the door unlocked. We walked into a room that looked like a typical hotel room with a bed and a bathroom. The window had the same view as his office looking out to the city.

"Kongpob, what is this place?" I looked around.

"I sometimes work overnight, and crash here for a few hours. Why don't you take a super quick warm shower, and change into something dry. I have only a couple of basic suits here, but it should do."

I have this sudden overwhelming desire to hold this man in front of me. Why does he care so much? I reached my arms around to try to hug him, but he put a firm hand to my chest stopping me.

"As much as I would like to hug you, I don't want to get wet too." He smiled, and pointed to the bathroom.

I was confused for a second, but then I conceded after realizing I was in fact soaking wet. I handed him his jacket back.

"Thank you." I awkwardly walked towards the bathroom.

"There are towels in there that you can use, and there are suits and shirts in the closet here. I would love to wait for you, but I have a conference call in 15 minutes. You can just take the elevator back down. It doesn't need a key to go down. If you need anything else, just let me know. I have to get going."

"Thanks." I said softly smiling at him. I was a little disappointed. I don't know what I was expecting.

Okay, I know exactly what I was expecting, and I was even ready to turn it down. Okay, maybe not turn it down, but at least put up a little fight, but I guess I got ahead of myself.

I heard the door click as I entered the bathroom. I guess he really needs to be on that conference call. I should make it quick too as I don't want to be too late for work.

I took all my clothes off, and I caught myself in front of the vanity mirror. Flashes of Kongpob with his glasses on standing in front of me comes to mind, and goes straight to my dick. He is so hot in his glasses. I closed my eyes, and I can imagine ripping all his clothes off, leaving only those fucking glasses on. I would hoist him up against the elevator wall, and tear into his perfect ass with both my hands spreading those firm cheeks apart. I want to bury my dick hilt deep inside his tight warm hole. A shiver runs through my body as I recall his sweet voice moaning my name. Over and over again.

My head hung back as my hand stroked faster and faster with my every imaginary thrust. Gripping my dick as if I was holding his to pump it dry. I sucked in a breath thinking about his glorious dick. I licked and bit my bottom lip as if it was his. Thinking about his sexed up messy hair with a faint blush glowing on his cheeks, "agh." Grunting as flashes of his lustful eyes and orgasming face filled my brain. Recalling his heavy panting was my undoing. I ejaculated spectacularly in front of the sink. Ugh, even jerking off to him is amazing.
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I quickly showered, and got changed. When he said basic suits, it didn't expect to be walking around in Armani. I went into the office with all eyes on me with three possible reasons.

One, I looked like a million bucks. Two, I'm late again. Or three, I scored the Tokyo job. Actually, it can be all off the above. I nodded to all the greetings, and made it safely to my office.

Scratch the three reasons why everyone was looking at me. There's six giant red, white, and blue checkered plastic bags, and a ton of boxes sitting in my office. The stuff took over almost half of my office. What the heck is all this? I walked over looking at the first box. Inside were some of Popeye's toys, some of my books, and laying right there for the whole world to see was a picture of me and Chet when we first started dating.

I tossed the picture frame in the trash bin, and the glass shattered inside. I don't have time to go over all this stuff. I'm extremely irritated at the moment. I walked over to press the call button for my secretary, but after a few buzzes, still no one answered.

I opened my office door to see where she's at. And of course I can see her yapping animatedly at Ted's cubicle along with a few others. I swear I see her reflection through her mirror more than I actually see her face. She is always checking on her makeup.

"Jane!" She looked up to see me, and she quickly scurried over to me.

"Good morning Arthit! Did you need anything?" She asked me nervously.

I ticked my head letting her know to come into my office, and pointed to all the stuff.

"When did all this get here?"

"Uhm, last Wednesday I think. Two delivery guys came with a flatbed cart, and dropped off all of this here. The whole office was surprised by all the commotion. Is everything okay with you and Chet?" Jane looked whether interested.

"That's all for now. You can go back to work." I dismissed her. Honestly, if she wasn't Dan's niece, I would have replaced her ages ago. She yaps more than half the time, and she never gets things done without being asked twice.

I threw the stupid pen I was holding across the room. That fucking asshole made a scene at work for me. Why? Why? Why? When will this nightmare end?

Knock Knock

Before I even had a chance to say 'come in', John popped his head in while still holding the door knob.

"Hey! Congrats on landing the Tokyo project. At least you have that right? Forget about trouble in paradise." John winks and points to all my stuff in bags.

"Mind your own goddamn business." I glared at him.

John laughed, and shut the door leaving. What should have been an awesome day for me to gloat has now turned into a smoke.

I took out my phone, and I pulled up Kongpob's number. Yes. I have learned my lesson. I have now added his number and all social media accounts to all my accounts and devices after the Tokyo debacle. However, I should probably send a thank you gift to Neen. If it wasn't for her, Kongpob probably wouldn't have gone to Tokyo to look for me.

My fingers hovered over Kongpob's number. I'm so irritated that I just want some positive energy from him. However, I remembered that he was supposed to be on a conference call. So, I decided to just text him instead.

Arthit: My day has started all wrong.
9:25am

Kongpob: How can I make it right?
9:26am

Arthit: Aren't you on a conference call?
9:26am

Kongpob: Yes, but I'm really good at multitasking. I can show you later. 😉
9:27am

Arthit: Aish....get back to work. 😏
9:28am

Kongpob: And here I thought you missed me already.
9:29am

Arthit: 😏
9:30am

Kongpob: Let me know if you need anything.
9:30am

Arthit: Your coffee, and maybe some muscle. I need to move a lot of stuff in my office. 💪🏼
9:31am

I took a picture of all my crap, and sent it to him.

Arthit:

9:32am

Kongpob: Done.
9:33am

Arthit: Thanks. Laters.
9:33am

I put away my phone, and smiled to myself. Just like that, Kongpob made me feel better already. I switched on my computer, and collected all the stuff I needed to talk to Dan about the Tokyo project in his office.
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I came back to my office an hour later, and oh boy.

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AN: Since there was no actual sex, I didn't mark this chapter. Do you think I should have?

How was the imaginary sex? 😜