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I see some light creeping its way into my room. Turning over on my side, I groan and slip out of my bed. Walking over to my closet, I grab a pair of jeans, a belt, converse, and a baby tee that says “I’m cultured” with a Petri dish on it. I pull on my clothes and as I’m braiding my hair, I hear a sharp knock on my door.
“Give me one second!” I shout as I finish tying off my braid. I rush to the door and open it to see Eva Stratt standing with a foam carrier holding three coffees in her hands.
“Woah, are they working you so much you had to up the caffeine intake?” I ask her jokingly.
“Not quite, Doctor Grace. One of these is for you.” Eva says to me. Eva Stratt. Getting coffee for me. I’ve never even seen Eva Stratt pass someone a pen they’re reaching for, she’s not the minor service type, especially not in times like these. I could tell she was here to save the world and get home, she had no time for pleasantries. So why was she getting me coffee? Of all people, me, really? “Well, are you going to take it, or are you going to just stand there?” Eva asks me, scoffing.
“Right. Right, um-thank you. Th…thank you.” Eva smiles at my ditzy stutters. I take the coffee she’s holding out toward me, and look down at the label on it. I see that it’s exactly how I usually take it, two creams and three sugars.
How did she know that? I think as I grab my jacket and walk out the door.
“You have a long day today, Doctor Grace.” Eva whispers as she looks at me.
“Oh, do I?” I respond, too tired to remember anything about the schedule.
“Yes, you do. That is why I told you.” Eva jokes with me, nudging my shoulder as she does. Oh my God. There’s something about feeling her touch me and tease me like this that makes the blush rise to my face. My attractive, older superior making jokes and smirking at me. She doesn’t do this to anyone else on this ship. Does she? I haven’t seen her do it to anyone else. Am I reading too much into it? I hear Eva call my name as thoughts of my boss circle in my head.
“Doctor Grace?” Eva called.
“Yes?” I squeak out. I can’t bring myself to look in her eyes because of how flushed I am at the thought of her teasing me in a less professional manner. I think of her teasing me while I moan and writhe against her, begging her to let me cum.
“I am going to take you to the lab and let you work for about an hour, then I will come pick you up for a meeting.” Eva outlines. I nod along dumbly, I’d do anything she told me to.
“Then after that, I need you to come with me to work on some reports of your findings.” Eva continues. I’m staring off into the distance.
“Doctor Grace?” Eva says impatiently, trying to get my attention.
“Huh. I’m sorry, um, w-what did you say?” I stammer out, feeling like a complete idiot.
“Are you feeling okay, Doctor Grace?” Eva asks.
I try to form a response that sounds better than, “Yes, I’m okay, I’m just thinking about you ruining me right here in this hallway.” I mumble under my breath and before I can give an explanation, Eva speaks up.
“I may have to give you bedtime at this rate. You seem to be becoming less and less focused everyday, Doctor Grace.” Eva remarked. The way she purred my name made me want to fall to my knees and beg her to touch me.
“Oh,” I begin, as blush rises to my face, “t-there’s no need t-to do that. I promise I-I’ll work on it Stratt.” I finally spit out.
“Okay then, Doctor.” Eva says with a smirk.
We finally make it to the lab. I walk toward the door, but, before I turn the handle, Eva grabs my shoulder. I tense up and turn toward her.
“I am leaving this lab in, what I hope are, capable hands. Do not burn anything down while I am gone. Okay?” Eva says to me. Is she joking? I honestly can’t tell.
“Yes, ma’am.” I say while saluting at her. I see a shift in her face as she smiles and turns to walk away. I make my way into the lab and I can’t focus. I can’t stop thinking about Eva. Thinking about how I wished she was sitting in the viewing room. Thinking about how I could put on a show for her, I’d lean just enough over the counter to give a peak of the green, lace boy shorts she bought me. I get flustered over my own thoughts and quickly distract myself with some sort of work.
I spend an hour and 14 minutes in the lab, not that I’m counting or anything. When Eva comes to pick me up, I’m staring into a microscope looking for anything new for what feels like the millionth time when Eva walks in the room. I’m so busy trying to distract myself that I don’t feel her lingering presence behind me.
“Doctor Grace.” She coos with her smooth, silky voice. I jump at the noise, I’ve been so in my head that I just can’t control it. She puts her hand on my arm to settle me. I feel my nerves spike and form a trail that leads straight to my core. I haven’t been touched in years, too dedicated to my studies and downfall to realize how touch starved I am.
“Are you ready for our meeting,” Stratt asks me. “Or do you have something to finish up?”
“Yup. Yep..I’m… so ready. L-let’s go.” I babble out, shooting out of my chair. Eva’s hand is still on my arm, trying to settle me. I swing my arm, knocking Eva’s hand off of it, to grab my stuff.
“Okay, then, Doctor,” Eva murmurs as she opens the door, ushering me out. Eva and I slink down the hall as she tells me about this meeting. I’m trying my best to listen, but I just can’t. I look at her plush lips move as she talks, at her slender fingers moving with her words, and at the faint blush that covers her face.
I wonder if the blush is makeup or her natural flush, and I wonder if it’s because of me. Ryland, stop, I think to myself. She’s your boss.
Eva grabs my arm and interrupts my internal dialogue.
“Okay, Doctor Grace, in you go.” Eva says, placing her hand on the small of my back to lead me in the meeting room. I sit in my respective seat, and Stratt settles in next to me. Every time we have meetings like this, I feel like Eva’s little lap dog; curling into my spot, waiting for her to run a hand over me.
Strat was right, about the bedtime thing, that is. I feel my eyes growing heavy in the middle of the meeting. It’s not one I’m meant to be super involved in, so I let my eyes flutter against my cheek; at least I do until I feel a hand on my thigh. I open my eyes to see Eva’s hand on my thigh, and blue, blue, blue eyes focused on me.
“Doctor Grace. Please try to stay awake for me, okay?” Eva whispers. For her. I can stay awake for her.
I could do a lot of things for her. I nod at Eva and adjust my posture, tuning into the conversation around me. I hear the scientists around me gawking about the new data they’ve found about the Hail Mary and its many workings, but all I can focus on is Eva Stratt’s hand running up and down my leg.
I feel myself holding back the urge to squirm and moan at her touch. I look up from the table to see Eva smirking at me. That bastard is smirking at me. She has to be doing this on purpose. The touches. The teasing. The lingering glances. What does she want from me? Does she want me? She can’t want me, I mean, who would?
Me, Ryland Grace, the ditzy, 30 year old Doctor who got kicked out of her field and had to teach middle school science for eight years. And of all people to want me, her? She’s a beautiful, commanding woman who knows exactly how to direct and correct everyone around her. After what feels like an eternity, Eva dismisses the scientists and looks over at me.
“Do you remember what you are supposed to do next, Doctor? Or do I need to spell it out for you again?” Eva sang out. Oh, shit. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do next. Dammit. Now she’s gonna do that condescending thing that makes me so horny; it makes me want to fall at her feet and beg her to forgive me for acting like this around her.
“I-I’m,” I clear my throat, “I’m not sure, ma’am.” I mumble out, preparing for what she might say.
“Oh, poor Doctor Grace. I should have spaced your schedule out better. I did not realize it would affect you this much.” Eva jeered. I swallow and tense up in my chair. Eva looks at me and grants me mercy.
“You go take a lunch break and meet me in front of my room after you are done, okay?” Eva commands. I stand up, gathering my things as I nod dumbly.
“Yes. Yeah, that sounds good.” I say in response. I wet my lips, staring at those blue eyes. Eva places her hand on the small of my back, leading me toward the door. I freeze up at the touch. WHY IS SHE TOUCHING ME. She’s been doing this all day, and she has to know it’s doing to me. She guides me to the door and ushers me out.
“Okay, Doctor Grace, take an hour and meet me after.” Eva says, staring into my blush covered face.
“Will do, ma’am.” I reply, bolting from the meeting room.
As I take my assigned lunch break, and feel my pent up arousal threatening to spill out. I think about Eva, about how she touches me. I groan in frustration, pressing the palm of my hand into my eye as my glasses slip from my nose and dangle off my ear.
I’m in such a state of lasciviousness that it’s making me mad. I’m mad at Eva for making me feel like this and not doing anything about it. I’m mad that she’s not in this room, running her hands all over me, raking her hands through my hair while I beg her to let me cum. I’m mad that she’s making me feel all these ways and she probably doesn’t even have a clue she’s doing it. I pick at the food on my plate while I dream about what Eva would do to me. I’m pissed.
By the time I look at the clock, it’s time for me to leave, so much for actually eating lunch. I throw my dishes in the return and begin to make my way to Eva’s room.
I catch a glimpse of myself in a window and see the dark circles under my eyes; I look like a zombie. Hopefully Eva doesn’t have something snarky to say this time. She probably will.
I walk up to Stratt’s door and place a soft knock on it. When she opens the door, I see Eva with her sleeves rolled up her arms and her hair pulled back into a clip. She looks majestic and I look like I belong in the night of the living dead.
“Doctor Grace,” Eva coos at me, “you look…”
“Dead on my feet?” I interject with a sigh, and she waves a hand in a so-so motion.
“I was going to say drained but, yes, I suppose that idiom will suffice.” I chuckle to myself while I rub a hand across my face.
“I guess I just need a good night’s sleep.” I reason, hoping she accepts the obvious lie.
“Well, Doctor, it is time to get back to work.” Stratt says as she turns to guide me back to the lab, and then she looks over her shoulder at me, those blue eyes and those dimples are the only thing I can focus on as she smirks, “If you can stay awake, that is,” She taunts me. I feel something in me snap. I’m sick of this teasing. I’m a grown woman for Christ sake.
I scoff, turning to glare at Eva before storming off toward the lab, leaving her trailing behind. I’m so turned on I can barely move my feet, let alone think about Eva right now. All the touches and teasing from today swirl around my head as I hear Eva’s footsteps behind me.
She’s going to be the death of me, and, the worst part is, I’m sure she knows it, too.