"Can I snoop through your phone?" I ask innocently.
"Fuck no." The phone is snatched back out of my hand.
I sigh in defeat. While he's too distracted to engage with me I take the opportunity to look around his office. The floors are a black marble-like substance I can't identify, but it's quite beautiful. It glitters like a little galaxy when you move, causing me to walk in circles and admire it for a short time. He has another bookshelf, this time containing mostly actual books. There's a couch and two single chairs, a small dining table between them all.
His office is about level with the top of Killer Media's roof. I suppose that means he has personally witnessed my rooftop escapades. Shame pierces through me like a spear. To think that I've been face-to-face with him like that a few dozen times without realizing is more than just slightly embarrassing.
I turn my attention to looking over his desk. It's tight, orderly. His only clutter is a Newton's cradle art piece which clacks in rhythmic motion. When I grab one of the balls to stop the clacking, he immediately looks at me with the sort of alarmed confusion that my simple action threw off his reality. When I let it go, and the clacking resumes, he turns back to his work.
Hmm, what else can I do to mess with him? Feeling mischievous, I circle behind him and wrap my arms over Ledger's shoulders from behind. He doesn't bother to look away from his screen, instead continuing to review a document I have no context for. His left hand reaches up, touching my arms gently. His right hand remains firmly stuck on the mouse as he scrolls through things.
I nip his neck and he flinches slightly. His light touch on my arm turns to a delicate squeeze, as if to acknowledge me without bothering to formally do so. I nip him again and he squeezes again, then again and again. A girlish giggle escapes me involuntarily, and the man chuckles in response. There's a fluttering in my heart that makes my knees temporarily give way.
My fun is cut short by his secretary buzzing him to let him know the food is here. I reflexively tighten my hold on Ledger as she walks through the door, bag of food in hand. When she delivers pleasantries I'm relieved to see he doesn't bother to say as much as 'thank you'. His flagrant disregard for anyone he views as lesser than him is simultaneously disgusting and relieving. It's very clearly unhealthy, but I feel flattered by the time and attention I've been given.
As the intruder leaves I feel a gaze like daggers staring me down the whole time. When I hear the door shut I give Ledger another squeeze, kissing his neck for good measure. Jealousy scratches at my insides and, before letting him go, I nestle my head against his.
"Have you and her done anything together?" I ask him pointblank. I'll kill her.
He laughs. "Don't use sleeping together as a metric for how I view someone," he dodges my question in a peculiar fashion.
"I'm not asking if you love her, I'm asking if–," I grumble, only to be cut off by him spinning in his chair to look directly at me.
"Baby," he interrupts me with a sweet tone, "what's in the past is in the past. You're gonna meet a lot of people I've gotten bored with and 'messed around' a bit," he laughs it off. "But that's all it was, nothing more to it. It's cute that you're jealous though."
I'm put off by how earnest he seems to be, despite the slight condescension. Or is that mockery? Maybe it's his contempt for my naivety when it comes to the affairs of men and women. Or, in his case, men and women and men and men…? I plop down on the ground before him, sitting on my knees so I can lean into his waist, my arms gathering around his waist. I'm not afraid to look like a fool if it means my feelings might reach him.
"I want to be selfish with you," I confess.
He reaches down to play with my hair, the man casually attempting a ponytail, then twisting it into braids.
"Do it then." I can hear a smile on his lips. "Be selfish, be greedy. Monopolize me, princess. I'm already doing it to you, and I love it~"
I look up at him, my mouth agape just slightly. The light of the office is cold and harsh against him, his eyes shining brightly but the lower half of his face shadowed heavily. I feel part of him pressing into me and I shift nervously. I feel it growing against me as he stares me down like prey.
"Come on," he bunches up the back of my hair again, holding a tight ponytail on me as he hovers over me. "Tell me~"
I can't hide my flustered expression when he has a hold on me like this. All I can do is look up at him, all I can do is reach for the buttons of his pants and hope I'm not pushed away. First the top button, then the zipper. His eyes follow my every movement hungrily, his grip on my hair tightening as he realizes my plans.
With a bit of adjusting he helps to free his bulge from the first layer. He lets go of my hair slowly, letting each strand fall freely back against me. Ledger leans back in his chair, resting an arm against the desk to give me ample space.
"Haha, no fuckin' way~" He cackles, causing my face to burn bright red.
Am I being weird? Am I too stilted? Was this unnatural? I try to steady my nerves, but tears are pooling in the corners of my eyes again. Ledger, ever the natural, responds by nearly slamming my head into his still–covered bulge.
"C'mon, you already said you wanted to~" He smirks. "Suck this dick, princess."
"Y-you are so crude! A-about everything!" I squirm.
"I'll teach your body how to be the exact fuckin' same," he promises.
I stiffen as he presses my head against him roughly again, my nose wrinkling from the unfamiliar male scent. Is this what I'd smell like? If our bodies entangled the way those two lovebirds did in the studio, would this scent stain my skin? If I breathe him in, allowing myself to become intoxicated by it, will we melt into each other like the leads in a movie?
My face is still burning red as I look up at him. I can't tell if he's being patient or simply already enjoying this, but his smile is large and breath hot. It's the same demeanor as when he threw me onto the bed earlier, only I don't believe his fire can be quelled at this point.
I attempt to pull the band of his briefs down, trying my best not to pinch skin. As I do he snickers again, only adding to my mountain of anxieties. His… extremity, flings free from restriction, standing confidently erect. Before I can fully react, he has pulled out his phone and pointed it down at me.
"Fuck, this is the greatest day of my life," he laughs, the flash from his phone going off and blinding me momentarily. "Go on~" I hear the sound of the recording button being pressed. "Vinny~ What're you going to do for me~?"
I look up at him wide-eyed, caught like a deer in the headlights.