Daphne Slept With The CEO?

4. Caffeine

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The sound of flesh slapping against each other mingled with her moans and his grunts and the creaking of the bed.

The smell of s*x and whiskey and the faint room freshener invaded her senses.

The sight of perfectly carved abs beaded with sweat, and looking further down, his member sliding in and out of her in a rhythmic hurried motion, but she still could not see the face of her partner.

Daphne threw her head back, only to feel his teeth nibbling at the skin of her neck. She tried to stifle an embarrassing squeal but he restricted her arms, relishing the variety of sounds he elicited from her.

"f**k!"

Daphne fell off the bed, knots in her stomach and her panties wet and her eyes wide.

She jumped back up on her feet, her eyes falling on her Golden Retriever, Maya, who stood on their shared bed, her tail wagging in excitement.

"Good morning to you too, precious!" Daphne clutched her hair as she tried to regulate her breathing.

Maya let out a woof, doing a little dance on the bed.

"Yes yes! Brand new day. I know..." She sighed as turned to her nightstand where her phone had started to go off, telling her it was six in the morning and time for the daily run around Central Park.

"Let's go sunshine, let's not keep the day waiting." Daphne sighed as she massaged her neck.

It had been a whole week. A whole week since she went and slept with the random guy who had hit on her at the club. It didn't mean anything.

No names or contacts were exchanged, no plans to catch up or resume what they started. No plans because they had ended what they had started that night itself. It was just another one of those one-night stands, meant to scratch an itch.

But the problem was that this particular itch had been tailing her since the night, wanting more of the scratching. It was the s*x, she knew it. It was the goddamn mindblowing s*x.

She did not even see the guy's face in her dreams, because his identity was not at all relevant. Only the s*x. Oh, what an out-of-the-world s*x it was! Maybe it was because she had not been with someone in so long or maybe it was because her partner was basically a Greek God, bestowed with every single physical feature that would sweep a woman off her feet, or maybe it was because she was drunk, half on alcohol and the rest on the adrenaline of being with such crazy company.

She did not know what it was but she knew that she was sold. And she knew she would have to sleep with multiple men before she decided if this man had completely ruined men for her.

She was again pulled out from her train of thoughts by her pup.

She nodded tiredly. "Yes my precious, I will change in a moment and we will go."

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"There is seriously something wrong with you."

Daphne rolled her eyes just for the sake of riling Nicole up. "You figured that out now, flower princess?"

"No, I knew it the moment I met you, goth queen, except it was sort of overshadowed by the sheer eccentricity that our Chloe exhibited back then!"

Daphne and Nicole nodded in agreement. Chloe Tucker née Saunders was crazy. The C in Chloe stood for crazy. No no no, the C in crazy stood for Chloe.

"I am sleepy." Nicole raised her arms above her head, stretching. "I wish people didn't have work at eight. I wouldn't have to open the cafe so early then."

"Oh trust me, sweetheart. I wish we didn't have work at eight either. But what can we do? Capitalism requires we reach their slave factories before the sun shines bright."

"Probably because they are scared the beauty of a brand new day will awaken you and you wouldn't want to work anymore."

"Exactly."

"Capitalism is your best friend making me come over at half past five to make sure everything is ready for business." Eric walked out of the kitchen, holding a tray full of cinnamon rolls.

"Oops." Nicole grinned, shrugging.

Daphne rolled her eyes, not missing the rosy tint on her best friend's cheeks as soon as the baker appeared. It really was tragic that he was in a relationship. Though, Daphne did not think that Nicole would have made a move even if he wasn't. It was just how crushes worked - you could be a total beauty and one of the most renowned children's book writers of the decade and you would still find shortcomings in you when you were in front of your crush.

"You gotta leave now or you will be late for work," Eric said, looking over the huge grandfather clock. "You don't have a liberal boss anymore, remember?"

Daphne groaned and laid her head down on the table while Nicole laughed, patting her hair. "It's okay sweetheart. Niall is going to be there today as well. The real horror starts on Monday."

Daphne looked up at her best friend, her eyes narrowed, and then she quickly sat up, banging both her hands on the table.

"Why?"

"Because Niall will be gone on Monday?" Eric made the input, looking quizically at the lawyer.

"No no... I mean, why are we all so sure that life will be hell once Niall is gone? As far as we know, the dude does not even want to be here. I have a feeling that he will not even show up half the time and I will have a chill stint at the office before I go back." Daphne handed out a full-blown smile as she said it.

Nicole raised a brow. Damn, it was scary when she actually smiled.

"I think they call this 'being delusional'," Eric said, making his way back to the back room after arranging all the treats in the display box.

"I don't like you, Eric Finley," Daphne called after him.

"But I love you, darling." He called back.

"I am convinced he is gay." Daphne pouted, folding her arms over her chest. "You sure it's a girlfriend and not a secret boyfriend."

"Daph, you are so mean. And that's disrespectful."

"Being called gay is disrespectful? Now you are being disrespectful."

"Not being called gay. You saying he is gay just because-"

"He called me delusional. That's disrespectful towards crazy people."

"Crazy-"

"Mentally ill people."

"How many communities will you disrespect in one breath?" Nicole couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her best friend was just ridiculous at times.

"I don't know. If you make a bet, I could try to break some sort of record." Daphne shimmied her butt in her seat, very happy with her new idea.

"Daphne!"

"Fine... Jeez, you are so fussy. It's not like I said anything to their face or anything."

Daphne pointed up a finger before Nicole could start again. "And I would like to retain my right to freedom of thought since you just refuse to let me have my freedom of speech."

Nicole narrowed her eyes at her. "Don't think you are right."

"As I said, you can't tell me what to think." Daphne shrugged as she pushed back the chair and stood up, grabbed the coat she had draped around the back of the chair, and picked up her cup of coffee to go. "See you in the evening."

"We have plans today?" Nicole asked, confused. She already had plans with her own staff - they were all going to play laser tag.

"Do you have plans today?" Daphne asked, her eyebrows raised as her head turned to the door to the backroom.

"Get your head out of the gutter, goth queen." Nicole gave her a warning look, one that did nothing to wipe the smug look on her best friend's face. "It's for the entire staff."

"Are their partners coming?" Daphne asked slyly.

"No, why would they?"

"Nothing..." Daphne hummed as she waved and walked away.

"What does that mean?" Nicole called after her but Daphne gave her no response.

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"Seriously?" Daphne said for the umpteenth time as she checked her watch. It was half past eleven and Alan Conall had not arrived. "Oh well, I guess I was right."

"Right about what?" Simon asked, typing away furiously on his keyboard as he always did, not taking a break unless absolutely necessary.

"Nothing to do with you, Simolean boy, chillax!" Daphne slammed enter and leaned back in her chair, rotating her neck from side to side.

"Simolean boy, really?"

Daphne's eyes followed the motion of Simon's hands, the pure fluidity with which his fingers danced across the white keyboard. It seemed like an enchanting art form. It was soothing to the eyes.

Daphne decided that she either needed a nap or some coffee because her brain was asleep enough for her v****a to do the talking and it was asking for him to perform his artwork inside her.

"I need caffeine!" She declared as she hopped off her chair. "You want some, Sarah?" She asked her colleague occupying the desk to her right.

"Yes please." She smiled back sweetly, her lips peppered with the crumbs of the biscuits she had been eating. She tended to stress-eat and the tardiness of the new boss was not helping.

"Not going to ask me?" Simon asked.

"Why? So that you can say, 'I would rather die than drink that disgusting muck from the break room that you two like to call coffee.'?" She imitated his gruff voice and raised a brow at him.

"Touche." Sarah giggled with her mouth full.

Simon looked up at Daphne with something akin to adoration and Daphne wanted to slap the look off of his face. She did not want anyone ever looking at her that way ever. She knew only deceit hid behind such disgusting expressions.

When it was evident that Simon wasn't going to respond, she decided to be on her way.

"Two machine coffee, right away." She sang as she turned the corner, saluting Sarah as she did, only to bump straight into a granite wall of a man.

"Watch where you are going!" They said in unison, and their eyes met and their eyes widened, and then they exclaimed together. "You?"

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