Eat Me

Pedro's POV

It took all my self control not to reach over and place my hand on his lap and it definitely took all I had in me not to take him right there and then. I could perceive his scent. Masculine but not musky. Gentle.

The parking lot moment had been more intense than I intended and my mind was in a sexual haze.

Did he really cum back there?

My eyes were on the road but I could feel his eyes on me. I fought hard to stay focused but I wasn't making much progress. I was hungry. But not for food. I wanted those lips. I wanted those hands. Those eyes. I wanted all of him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I let out a sharp gust of air from my mouth and ran my hand over my hair. And again I felt his eyes on me.

"Is the something on my shirt?" I asked trying so hard to keep my voice light-hearted.

He immediately turned a shade of red and looked away towards the window.

"You can relax. I don't bite"

Not yet.

If anything, my words seemed to make him more uncomfortable than he was. He scooted closer to the door, away from me. I was forced to slow down and before he could judge my next action, I reach over and turned his face towards mine. A gasp left his lips and I held myself from doing the next thing that popped up in my mind.

"You've got relax or else people will think I've kidnapped you" I said, my eyes on his face. I could see the frantic look in his eyes slowly vanish and when I realized I still had his face cupped in my hand, I slowly retreated it and forced my eyes back on the road.

We soon got to the cafe I had chosen. It was quite far from work and I chose the place for some reasons. Mostly because I didn't want to run into anyone from work who might want to have lunch outside and because I didn't have time to arrange for something better and here I could get VIP treatment even if I came in the middle of the night. I stopped the car and ignoring the slightly confused figure sitting beside me, I got out and went round to open the door for him.

Opening doors now Pedro? You are really gone now.

He got out looking around and I used the opportunity to opportunity to admire him. His green orbs danced around the place, glinting from surprise and amusement. His shirt had risen at the back as he got out, giving me a brief view of his clear skin. I swallowed. I looked back at me and caught me staring. This time, it was my turn to look away. I found myself wanting to take his hand and I followed the impulse. I pulled him gently to the cafe, not without recognizing how soft the skin of his palm felt in my mind.

Once we were inside, I took him to a table at the far end of the moderately crowded cafe. It was lunch break and many people from companies around came to have lunch here. The spot I had chosen was quite cut out from the rest of the room. It provided a good amount of privacy and I sure needed that. He sat down, his eyes everywhere but my face. If his voice did crazy things to my senses, his silence was torturous.

"Are you going to be silent all afternoon?" I asked a little harder than I intended, getting impatient.

"I dunno what to say" he said after a few seconds. I was glad he wasn't stuttering anymore and much more relaxed. But he was still blushing to high heavens.

Is there a more cuter sight?

"Would you have preferred having lunch with you friends?" I couldn't hide the jealousy within the sentence and I prayed he didn't notice.

"It's not everyday I get to eat with my boss. I can't say which I prefer" he said smiling a bit and once again, I was smitten.

Before I could respond, the waiter walked over to take our order. She flashed me a flirtatious smile through fire red lips. Her blond hair was held together in a pony tail and her skirt were several inches shorter than necessary. Her face was doll like from heavy makeup. The neck of her blouse was very low exposing a good amount of cleavage

"Hi Pedro" she said with the sexiest accent she could use.

"Hi" I said even though I knew her name but didn't want to stoop to first names levels for decency sake.

I have had people get the wrong impression whenever I showed even a little bit of courtesy or kindness. People were always seeking to get my attention, and once given use it as a ticket to try and get into my heart or my bed and after several occasions where different women and guys alike have accused me of breaking their hearts and leading them on, I have taken extra measures to make sure no one gets any special ideas. I loved to keep things formal and business like.

"It's been a while" she said still smiling and I got irritated. She hadn't even acknowledged Marco who looked like he didn't seem to mind though.

"It certainly is. Now can you take our order, I'm starved and might pass out if I indulge in this chit-chat" I said not hiding my irritation knocking the stupid smile off her face.

"Okay" she replied in a less enthusiastic voice.

"Welcome to Belvoir Cafe. What can I get you?" She continued finally acknowledging Marco.

He glanced at me as if asking permission to order. I rolled my eyes, the previous irritation still on.

"Go ahead and order. We came to eat, didn't we?" I snapped. I saw him flinch and I immediately felt bad for pouring my irritation on him.

"I will have caramel doughnuts and a milkshake please" he said in a low voice, the former confidence, gone.

"And I will have the same" I said and the waiter left to get them.

I watched him glance out of the window with a sad look on his face and my heart was torn.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I shouldn't have done that" I said surprised at myself.

One thing Pedro McFarland didn't do was apologize and I just did.

"It's okay" he said smiling a bit but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I said I'm sorry, okay? What's with the attitude?" I said getting impatient again.

"And I said it's fine" he said and I was shocked to hear the anger laced with those words.

He didn't look sad anymore but pissed. And when he looked at me, his green orbs were smoldering.

"Did you just yell at your boss?" I said smiling this time.

The smolder quickly vanished in his eyes as realization hit him. Then he looked sorry again. I could have laughed at how cute he looked.

The waiter returned with our order and I watched Marco eye the meal hungrily before digging in without a word. I ate slightly slower, spending most of the time looking at him while he ate and when I saw him lick a stray drop of caramel drop running down his fingers, I felt my balls quiver.

Why did everything he did turn sexual in my head?

He was too concentrated on his plate to notice that I was now staring and when he finally looked up, he froze mid-chew and then turn bright pink. I slowly began to chew again now conscious of me looking at him. I began to eat again, peeling my eyes off him briefly but when he pulled the milkshake closer to him and wrapped his lips around the straw, the piece of doughnut in my mouth flew into the wrong pipe.

"Are you okay?" He said when he realized I was choking.

I tried to speak but I couldn't. Tears began to form in my eyes and I became frantic. I made hand gestures to him for water and he ran to the counter and returned few seconds later with a plastic bottle. He opened it as quickly as he could and using his hand to support my neck, helped me drink. He began to make small circles around my back with the hand that was on my neck and if I wasn't in a near death situation, I would have reacted differently to that. I could finally breathe again and he had to stop.

When he sat down again, his face was squeezed in worry.

"I'm okay. Thank you" I said and he smiled.

The little episode had knocked my appetite away and when he didn't continue eating, I knew his was gone too.

I glanced at my watch. Lunch break was over and if didn't get back to the office, it would look suspicious and I didn't have strength for more stares than I was used to getting. As if on cue, my phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket and the screen read Shanice. I clicked on receive and brought the phone to my ears.

"Yes" I said obviously not in the mood.

"Where are you? You had a meeting ten minutes ago and the investors are running out of patience as I have run out of excuses" she sounded just like my mother and sometimes I wondered who worked for who.

"Stall them for a few more minutes. I'm on my way" I ended the call. I would have sacked her if she wasn't useful in times like this.

I looked up and found those green eyes on my face.

"We need to head back. We both have work to do" I said even though I could have sat and watched him just be awkward all day.

"Yeah" he said and stood. I paid for our food, making sure to leave a fat tip to compensate the waiter for my rude moment, and with him taking the lead this time, walked back to the car. He didn't wait for me to open the door this time and got in. I got in and started the drive home.

"Thank you for lunch today" he said after a while.

"And thank you for saving my life" I said earning a little laugh from him.

"It's not like 'Pedro McFarland, CEO of Hydela Industries dead after choking on a piece of pastry in the presence of shocked employee' would make a good headline" he replied and I laughed this time.

"And what would happen to the shocked employee?"I asked still laughing.

"I will probably run away and hide on an island for the rest of my life"

I was so happy that he was finally joking and laughing around me and in that singular moment, he made my day.

I drove into the parking lot still smiling.

"Thank you again" he said reaching for the door handle when I killed the engine.

"And thank you again" I said and for a brief moment, our eyes met and he held the gaze this time. I could see several emotions flash across those green eyes but one lingered. Trust. And I felt my heart forget how to beat properly. His lips looked so inviting under the low light in the garage and I just wanted to reach over and grab them in mine.

Then my phone buzzed in my pocket pulling us out of our trance.

"Fuck you Shanice " I cursed under my breathe as I reached for my phone in my pocket. The distraction gave him him enough time to open the door and step out.

I managed to catch hold of his hand before he could leave totally.

"Marco"

He turned drowning me in his green sea again.

"Drop the sir. Just call me Pedro" I said.

Confusion washed over his face and then he smiled before stepping out of the car and walking towards the elevator. I was still admiring his retreating figure when my phone rang again.

"God dammit Shanice, I'm right in the building" I screamed into the phone and ended the call.

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