Chapter 5: Come Up for A Drink (NC-17)

The Next Morning

At work, we acted as if everything was perfectly normal. Nothing had happened. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I carried out my duties as usual, and Ms. Grace remained the elegant, composed boss that everyone admired.

But behind the scenes, away from everyone’s eyes, my phone buzzed frequently… with messages from her.

Ms. Grace had a habit of sending me funny animal memes. Some were so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She was far more humorous and approachable than I had initially imagined—a stark contrast to the poised and serious persona she maintained in front of the team.

I couldn’t tell if this relaxed side of her was something she shared only with me, but it made me feel as if I were privy to a special, private corner of her world.

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The Afternoon Meeting

After the tense afternoon meeting, I intended to return to my desk and dive back into work. But before I could sit down, I heard my name being called from the direction of the boss’s office.

“Pim Pimlapa, come to my office, please.”

Ms. Grace’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a clarity that immediately caught the attention of my nearby colleagues. Their heads turned toward me, their glances suggesting that this wasn’t a trivial matter. Some might have assumed I was about to be reprimanded, but I knew that wasn’t the case.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady the nervous flutter in my chest, before standing and heading to her office.

When I opened the door, Ms. Grace was seated behind her desk, her expression composed and serious. She looked up at me, her sharp eyes meeting mine with their usual intensity.

“Close the door, and lock it,” she instructed.

The words “lock the door” sent my mind spiraling far beyond where it should have gone. I tried to maintain my composure, but my heartbeat pounded so loudly I feared she might hear it.

I obeyed her instructions silently, pushing the door closed and turning the lock. Every movement felt agonizingly slow, magnified by my own apprehension.

In my head, unbidden thoughts began to swirl—memories of the parking lot resurfaced. There, she had done things I never imagined a boss would dare to do. And now, alone in her office, hidden from view, was there anything she wouldn’t dare?

When I turned back, she was still seated, her expression calm, her demeanor unreadable. But her eyes… they hinted at something I couldn’t quite grasp.

“Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk. Her voice was steady, yet there was an undertone of authority that left no room for argument.

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing uncontrollably, as I walked over and sat in the chair without uttering a word.

“The project you’ve been handling… you’ve done well,” she said.

Her compliment made me look up instantly. The faint smile at the corner of her lips filled me with a mix of pride and unease.

“But there are some areas you need to be cautious about.” Her words made me tense again.

She stood and walked over to the whiteboard behind her desk. Picking up a marker, she began writing a few lines with precise, confident strokes. I watched in silence as she outlined a solution I hadn’t considered before.

“Try looking at it from this angle,” she said, pointing to the board. Her voice remained calm, but her explanation illuminated everything with surprising clarity.

I listened intently, absorbing her every word, my admiration for her growing with each passing moment.

“Does it make more sense now? Do you see what you need to be careful about?” she asked, turning back to face me.

“Yes, it’s much clearer now. Thank you so much,” I replied sincerely.

She gave a small smile before returning to her seat at the corner of her desk. That smile—so ordinary on the surface—carried a warmth that seeped into me, leaving a subtle but undeniable impression.

But suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

Ms. Grace leaned forward until her face was level with mine, so close that I could feel the warmth of her breath brushing against my skin. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might leap out of my chest.

Was she about to kiss me?

“Ms. Grace…” I called her name softly, barely above a whisper.

She smirked, the corners of her lips curling into a mysterious smile. “What do you think I’m about to do, Pim?”

Her words sounded casual, but the way her gaze bore into me and the deliberate nature of her actions left me feeling trapped in a moment I couldn’t predict.

She straightened slowly, then walked back to her chair. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, relief washing over me.

“Nothing,” I replied quickly, trying to mask the reaction she had drawn out of me. My thoughts had gone far beyond anything I could admit aloud.

“You can go back to work now,” she said simply.

I pouted slightly before blurting out, “Were you teasing me, Ms. Grace?”

She chuckled softly, her laughter light and disarming. Then, pointing to the door, she replied in a playful tone, “Get back to work, Pim. If we start kissing in my office now, people might get suspicious.”

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That Evening

The office grew quieter as the evening progressed. Colleagues had begun heading home one by one, leaving pockets of darkness in the corners where lights had been switched off. Only the faint glow of overhead lights remained, casting a subdued atmosphere over the space. I stayed at my desk, even though the clock had long passed closing time—Ms. Grace had asked me to wait.

As I focused on checking emails one last time, the familiar sound of high heels clicking against the floor broke the silence. She had finally arrived.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said warmly. “I was just making sure everything was in order.”

I looked up to find her standing right in front of my desk.

“Have you had dinner yet, Pim?” she asked casually.

I shook my head slightly. “Not yet.”

“Then let’s grab something together. My treat. Honestly, the real reason I asked you to wait was because I wanted to have dinner with you. I hope you don’t mind,” she said with a small smile.

Her unexpected invitation caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. I tried to compose myself, but my heart was racing as if it might leap out of my chest. At first, I had assumed she wanted to discuss work.

“Sure,” I replied, keeping my tone as steady as possible.

“Great, pack your things, and let’s go,” she said, her voice light yet undeniably magnetic.

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A Small Restaurant Near the Office

Ms. Grace chose a table tucked away in the far corner of the restaurant. I followed her hesitantly, still unused to this newfound familiarity. She sat gracefully, placing her bag beside her, and picked up the menu with an air of casualness that suggested she wasn’t preoccupied with anything.

“Pim,” her voice broke through my wandering thoughts.

“Yes?” I looked up at her, my heart skipping a beat unexpectedly.

“How long have you been working here?” she asked, setting the menu down. Her sharp eyes fixed on me, as though she could see straight into my thoughts.

“About two years,” I replied with a small smile.

“And do you live in Bangkok by yourself?”

I hesitated briefly before nodding. Just yesterday, she had driven me to my condo—why was she asking again?

“Yes, I live alone. It’s a condo my parents bought for me when I was in university.”

“Ah,” she nodded lightly before continuing, “And your family? What do your parents do?”

Her tone wasn’t demanding, but it carried enough weight to make me feel slightly pressured. Was this an interview? If I were younger, more hot-headed, or part of Gen Z, I might have retorted, “Why are you asking about my personal life, Ms. Grace?”

But because it was Ms. Grace… I’d gladly answer anything she wanted to know.

“They’re farmers in Nakhon Pathom,” I said. “They live there while I moved to the city for work.”

She offered a faint smile, as if carefully considering my answer.

“That sounds like a lovely family. Do you visit them often?”

There it was—yet another question! A small part of me couldn’t help but wonder: Do Friends with Benefits really need to know this much about each other’s personal lives?

“Not very often,” I admitted honestly. “Work keeps me busy, but I try to go back at least once a month.”

She nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. “That’s good. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too.”

Soon, the conversation shifted from personal questions to more relaxed topics. She asked me about my favorite movies, the kind of food I liked, and how I spent my weekends. Her questions were simple, yet they felt deliberate—like she was trying to get closer.

At one point, she cracked a small joke. I hadn’t expected Ms. Grace to have this side to her—casual, charming, even funny. Before I realized it, I burst out laughing.

As my laughter faded, I noticed her smiling softly, a look of satisfaction on her face.

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After a Dinner Full of Laughter

Ms. Grace’s car idled quietly in front of my condo. My heart had been racing ever since she offered to drive me home. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t going to end with a simple “thank you” and us going our separate ways. That thought left me both excited and nervous.

When it was time to step out of the car, I reached for the door handle, but her voice interrupted me.

“Pim…”

I turned to her immediately. Her eyes locked onto mine, a playful glint flickering within them. The faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips sent my heart racing even faster.

“Aren’t you going to invite me up for a drink?”

The words were simple, but I knew full well they didn’t mean just a drink. If anyone was about to be consumed tonight, it wasn’t going to be the water—it would be me.

I froze for a moment, trying to gather my scattered thoughts, but I could feel my face heating up.

“Uh…” I stammered, struggling to muster the courage. “Would you… like to come up for a drink?” I finally replied, doing my best to sound composed.

Her smile widened, as if my reaction amused her. Without hesitation, she opened the car door.

“Then lead the way,” she said, her voice smooth and commanding.

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In the Elevator

The atmosphere in the elevator was charged with a closeness that felt both thrilling and awkward. Her gaze fixed on me, sharp and unrelenting, made my heart race uncontrollably. Neither of us spoke a word. The silence lingered until the elevator stopped at my floor.

When the door to my apartment opened, I barely had time to invite her in before Ms. Grace stepped inside unprompted. She closed the door gently, but what she did next was anything but gentle.

Before I could react, my back was pressed against the wall. Her lips crashed onto mine, fierce and fiery, stealing my breath away. Her tongue invaded my mouth without hesitation, and despite my efforts to maintain control, a soft moan escaped my lips.

“Ms. Grace…”

I whispered her name, my voice trembling as memories of our time in the car came rushing back. But this was different—more intense, rawer, igniting something deeper within me.

She paused momentarily, her eyes locking onto mine with a penetrating gaze, as if reminding me that I was entirely under her control. Her hand cradled the back of my neck as she leaned in close, her voice a husky whisper against my ear.

“All day at the office, I couldn’t stop looking at you… I’ve been dying to have you.”

Her words sent a shiver through me. She pressed me harder against the wall, her body molding to mine. The weight and heat of her touch were overwhelming, leaving me unsteady on my feet. My hands instinctively reached up to grip her shoulders, as though anchoring myself to her.

Before I realized it, we had moved to the bed. Ms. Grace gently pushed me down before positioning herself over me. Her eyes burned with unmistakable desire, making my heart race even faster.

She began unbuttoning my shirt with deliberate slowness, yet every touch felt like it was setting me ablaze. Soon, I was bare before her, exposed in a way that made me feel vulnerable yet electrified.

“You’re so unbelievably sexy, Pim,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Her face was so close that our breaths mingled, becoming one.

Her lips moved to the curve of my neck, and I arched into her touch instinctively. A soft moan slipped from my throat, unbidden, as her lips and tongue continued their slow descent along my body.

Her fingers traced over my bare skin, igniting every nerve they passed. When her hands found their way to just the right place, my body responded without hesitation. Every movement of hers controlled mine, guiding me into an irresistible rhythm that left me breathless.

As the tension built and finally reached its peak, I couldn’t stop myself from crying out her name, my voice soft yet sweet. My breathing came in shallow gasps as my body relaxed, a release from the day’s pent-up tension.

But even then, I knew the night was far from over.

Her eyes, still smoldering with desire, told me everything. It was now my turn to bring her the same pleasure she had just given me.

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