Wrapped In My Wife(11)

“I’m working on it,” I tell him, turning so my back is to him. I don’t want to look at him any more than necessary. And I don’t want him to see how annoyed I am.

Nancy rolls her eyes, clearly as aggravated as me. “I better get back to the front. Mrs. Norton is running it and she scares all the little kids.” She turns, but not before mouthing “what a dick” to me, then walks out.

Once again I’m alone with Mark. I really can’t stand him. He talks endlessly about himself. He reminds me of some of the jocks I went to high school with. I feel like I know more about him than I should, and we have only worked together a few days. I know his whole life story, and maybe if he talked less I could get more work done. It’s still not clear to me why we need to share an office. He said we’d be working on things we would need to discuss often, but he hardly talks about work. He spent thirty minutes this morning telling me about his new car.

I try to push all negative thoughts out of my mind and grab a folder so I can get to work. But not even a full minute goes by before Mark is standing next to my desk. His shadow looms over me, and for a small guy he’s always crowding me in my space.

“Was that your husband?” he asks, but I don’t look up at him as I keep working.

“Yep.”

I give him a short response, hoping that will give the message that I’m busy. I know it doesn't work when he leans against my desk, making himself more comfortable. I have to fight from tensing up. I scoot my chair over slightly, trying not to make it obvious.

“Is he always so…” he trails off.

When I finally look up at him, I’m pretty sure his eyes are locked on my cleavage. The dress doesn't really show much, but with someone standing directly over me like this, I’m sure he’s seeing more than he should be.

“What?” I ask, unsure what he means about Dylan. I didn't even know they met. Or maybe they didn't and Mark saw him bulldozing into the library looking for me. Dylan is hard to miss. His size alone makes him stand out in a crowd.

“Angry?” he finally finishes. “He didn't hurt you, did he?”

His eyes leave my chest and come to my face, but he doesn't actually look concerned. I can’t read his expression, but I’m sure mine has to show anger.

“No,” I snap at the ridiculous question. Hurt me? Well, he does like to hand out a spanking from time to time, but that’s none of this guy’s business. Plus, I’m not sure that really counts as hurting me. “He’s intense,” I defend. I don’t want to talk to this guy about my husband. Nor do I like that he asked me that. I turn away from him, going back to my work. He stands there for a few moments before he finally gets the message and strolls back to his desk. I hear him typing away on his computer, and it’s blessedly quiet for the first time today.

I’m actually a little mad that he didn't apologize for the question. But I push all my thoughts away and jump into getting my stuff done. I don’t want to get asked to work late again tomorrow. In fact, if I am, I’m going to say no. I miss my nights at home with my family. Heck, I miss more than that.

I get lost in my work until I hear my phone vibrate. I see a message from Dylan telling me he loves me. I type a quick response, wanting to tease him. A little payback for whatever it is he’s up to.

Husband: I love you

Me: How come I never get a turn on my knees to pleasure you?

Husband: Button

I hide a giggle because I can hear the warning tone of his voice even through the text.

Me: I miss your cock in my mouth. I miss when you grip my hair and make me take you as far as I can.

I clench my legs together thinking about it. I’ve always loved giving Dylan head when he actually lets me. It’s rare that he actually cums down my throat though. He’s always quick to pull me off of him, wanting inside me. I think he’s a little scared he might hurt me when I suck him off. That’s when his control always seems to be at its weakest.

Husband: Emily, I swear to Christ I’ll come back in there and pull you out of that office.

Mark clears his throat, pulling my attention away from my phone. He’s irritated I’m on the phone. I ignore him and check in with the babysitter next. What is he going to do? Fire me?

I still don’t know what is going on with Dylan, but with a little more work I’ll get him to crack. If he doesn't soon, I have a few tricks of my own. It’s fun playing this little game with him. I wonder what he’s doing right now. I remember we have tracking on our phones and I pull his up. When it doesn’t work right away I mess with it for a second, but still nothing.

“We’ll leave in a few minutes,” Mark says, and I glance at the clock. Dang, that went by fast, but I got a lot done. I organize my desk before grabbing my purse. I pull out my lipstick quickly and swipe it on. I text Dylan to let him know I’m leaving work and I’m going to try and be home as soon as I can. I know this is probably driving him crazy, and I know the feeling. If I could go back in time I wouldn't have taken this job.

I didn't want something that’s so time consuming. I already made a fuss about taking this job to start with and now I want to quit after only a few days into it. I know Dylan will be on board with me quitting, but should I really just give up so fast?

I stand, knowing Mark is waiting on me. He’s been staring at me while I get my stuff together. I pretend not to notice, but he’s the main reason I want to quit. He rubs me the wrong way. His personality switches from moment to moment, and I don’t like how he makes me feel.