I open the door slowly, clutching the final file to my chest. Jameson’s at his desk, shuffling through some papers. He looks up and sees me and a smile comes across his face. “Erin, what a pleasant surprise.”
I move towards him and hold out the file.
“I have this for you.”
He makes no move to take it, so I place it on his desk. I turn around to leave, but his voice stops me.
“Wait. Please sit down.”
I turn back around and head towards him. I sit in the seat I occupied just yesterday. His smile fades and I can feel him scrutinizing me. His eyes explore my face and my body as if he’s looking for something. Why is this office full of such bizarre men? Except that one is just as sexy as he is bizarre. Darn.
“Did you want to talk to me about something?”
He stops analyzing me and looks directly into my eyes, which is somehow much worse. I squirm in my seat under his gaze.
“I wanted to let you know I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he says.
This piques my interest to the point that I have a little conversation in my head.
He’s been thinking about me? In what way? Nope. You know what? I don’t need to know. Do I want to know? Doesn’t matter because I don’t need to know.
“Something about you has got my head spinning and I’d like it to stop.”
He’s a very forward man. I like the lack of guesswork when I’m around him, but then the downside is he doesn’t try to hide exactly what he wants from me. There are no pretenses, for better or worse.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask him.
What can I do? I ask myself.
I don’t have the power to infiltrate his mind and erase all traces of me. If I did, I’d do it to myself and get him out of my head. And even then, is it my job to keep his mind clear of me? I haven’t done anything spectacular to warrant this. Except maybe the whole oral sex in the conference room thing… but still! That was him, doing something to me.
“It’s more what I can do to you.” He says it so nonchalantly, it would be easy to ignore the suggestion. All I have to do is say no. And anyway, I’m supposed to be avoiding him. I should leave. I should stand up and walk away, but I’m a glutton for punishment. “But, it’s all so-”
“What would you do to me?” I ask with a whisper. I look at my hands in my lap, not sure if I can look at him right now. I’m wading into dangerous waters, but at this moment, I don’t care. I just have to make sure I don’t drown. He doesn’t say anything, so I look up at him and say a little louder, “What would you do to me?”
“Do you really want to know?”
There’s a warning in his voice. He’s giving me a way out and I should take it. It’s what I’m supposed to do. It’s the proper thing to do. But I don’t want to do what’s necessary and proper. I want to do what’s sinful.
“Yes. Tell me.”
He repositions himself in his chair, leaning back to get a better view of me.
“I’d undress you slowly, taking the time to touch every inch of your body. Running my hands over your smooth skin. But I wouldn’t just touch you, I’d use my mouth as well. I’d place little bites all over. I want your skin buzzing with thoughts of me. I’d also have you undress me. I want you just as familiar with my body as I’d be with yours.”
He pauses for a second and clears his throat. I’m on pins and needles until he continues.
“Once we’re both naked, I’d fuck you with my fingers until you orgasm at least twice. I didn’t get the chance to watch you come undone, so I’d watch your face as you came on my hand. I’d take you against the wall, so you could feel the friction on your back as well as between us. I’d take you on my bed, so I could feel you move underneath me. I’d thrust into you over and over until all you could say was my name and then go even harder until you couldn’t say anything at all. Afterwards, we’d take a shower together where I’d fuck you again. But I also want to fuck you while your face is pressed against my desk. You’d be leaning over it, offering yourself to me. Maybe we’d do it in the middle of the day. The thrill of being caught coursing through our veins.”
Woah. He said fuck a lot. Sounds like there’d be a lot of fucking if he had his way. What he describes has such an effect on me that I have to bring my knees together. The pulsing between my legs is growing stronger and stronger and I’m afraid I’ll lose any semblance of control.
I think he sees this and turns the tables.
“What would you do to me?”
“What would I…?” I don’t even finish the thought. His question has caught me off guard. Can I even say it out loud? “I think I would restrain your wrists.”
“Restrain my wrists?”
I can tell he wasn’t expecting that answer. I get a thrill from surprising him. I even surprised myself. I can’t believe I said it out loud. I nod and continue.
“I’d want to see you struggle against the binding as I looked at your chest, licked it maybe—”
Before I can finish, there’s a knock at the door and I’m brought out of my fantasy. Jameson mumbles a curse and tells me to stay seated. He goes to open the door and Mr. Sanchez is on the other side. He sees me and I stand up immediately.
“I really ought to be going.”
Jameson looks at me as if he’s about to protest, but I jump in before he can say anything.
“Thank you again for returning my notebook, yesterday when I came into your office. It would’ve taken me forever to get into the conference room and retrieve it myself.”
He looks confused by my long-winded statement, but I hope he understands soon. He probably has a better grasp of the type of person Mr. Sanchez is, how he can be so stern and foreboding and what it’s best for us to cover our tracks as much as possible. I push myself past the two partners and head back downstairs to further chastise myself for almost getting carried away again.