Rodney
On Thursday morning, I found I was excited about going to work. I always enjoyed what I did, but this morning I was excited in a way I hadn’t been in a long time. I couldn’t pretend that Danielle wasn’t the reason for my enthusiasm. Having her around yesterday had been great.
When I arrived at the office, I nodded to Clarice at the front desk and headed toward the elevator. I stepped into it, and like yesterday, Danielle slipped in next to me. I pressed the button for the doors to close before anyone could join us in the elevator. I wanted to be alone with her.
“Early, again, Danielle,” I said.
She smiled at me, nodding. “I like to have a little extra time.”
I agreed with that. Because she came early, we had a little extra time together.
“How did you like yesterday?” I asked. “I thought you did very well.”
Danielle’s smile widened, and she went from beautiful to radiant. Her teeth were perfect. Their whiteness contrasted with the bronze lipstick she had on her lips. I wondered if it would smudge if I kissed her.
“I enjoyed it,” Danielle answered.
I forced myself to look at her eyes. I was glad I’d hired her. Not only was she good at being a secretary, but she was easy on the eyes. Very easy.
She looked even hotter today than she did yesterday. She wore a suit today, a one-piece that was as modern as it was professional. She had buttoned the front up enough not to be inappropriate, and it left enough to the imagination that my mind was running rampant, imagining what she looked like with her clothes off.
I ached to touch her. I wanted to press her up against the elevator wall and pin her hands above her head. I wanted to mash my lips against hers, messing up her lipstick. I wanted to grind my cock against her, claiming her in a primal way.
I burned with desire, and the air was hard to breathe.
When I glanced at her, she was looking straight ahead. Her hair was loose today, and I wondered what it would feel like to push my hands into it, tangling my fingers in those tresses, and pulling her head back so I could kiss her. I wanted to bare her neck and kiss my way down to her collar bone, sucking every inch of delicate skin into my mouth.
My dick twitched in my pants, getting harder with each dirty thought. I tried to push them away. I couldn’t think of her that way. I couldn’t think about kissing her, about touching her, about dominating her. About fucking her.
I cleared my throat and looked ahead as we rode up toward the top floor where my office was situated. I saw her look at me in my periphery. I wanted her to keep looking. God, I was a dirty old man for thinking these thoughts about her, but she was hot as hell, and I wanted her. So, help me, I wanted all of her.
Danielle had been a sweetheart for as long as I had known her. I had watched her grow up, develop a strong mind, and a beautiful soul aside from her stunning body. When she’d turned eighteen, I had become aware of her as a woman, and not only my best friend’s daughter. And wow, what a woman she had become. Every time I’d seen her in the past six years, I had tried my hardest not to think dirty thoughts about her. Every time, I had failed. She had become the object of my fantasies.
When she spoke to me, joking and witty, it made it worse. There was nothing hotter on a woman like her than a beautiful mind. She was the full package; beautiful, smart, funny, sensitive.
The tension in the elevator grew. I was aware of how close she stood to me. I shuffled my weight from one foot to the other so I was closer to her without it being too obvious.
I knew she felt something for me, too. Yesterday, I had caught her staring a few times. Every time I had looked up and caught her, she had forced herself to avert her gaze, pretending she hadn’t been looking. I’d had to smile to myself. It had been such a sweet thing, so innocent in some ways, like a teenage crush.
But Danielle was far from being a teenager. She was a woman, perhaps not as old as I was, but she was all grown up and incredible.
It felt like we were locked in a game of cat and mouse. We were playing with each other, both of us toying with taboo, with what wasn’t allowed. But I was the cat and she was the mouse. There was no question who would be in control. And when I finally caught her, I was going to consume her.
I smiled to myself. Danielle had feelings for me on some level, the same way I had for her, but she wasn’t hiding it nearly as well as I could. I had years of practice on her.
I wondered if she could feel the sexual tension between us in the elevator, or if it was just me. Maybe I was blowing it out of proportion.
The elevator doors opened on our floor, and I stepped to the side, letting Danielle walk first. As if she knew what I’d been wondering about, she glanced at my dick before walking out. It was so quick, so fleeting. If I hadn’t seen her staring all day yesterday, I might have thought I’d imagined it.
But I hadn’t imagined it.
Danielle wanted me the same way I wanted her. I was sure of it. Now, the problem was not acting on it.
We walked to my office together, and I unlocked the door. Danielle walked to her new desk and sat down with a file I had given her yesterday afternoon.
“Hold all my calls and take messages,” I said to her before stepping into my office. We were all business again. “I have a call with China, and I can’t afford to have any interference.”
Danielle agreed, and I closed myself in my office. Everything I had thought about in the elevator was pushed to the background. I had to focus on work now. I sat down and waited for the call to come through.
When my phone rang, I pushed talk and put it on speaker.
“Mr. Chen, how are you?” I asked.
Lu Chen was a software developer in Hong Kong, and I was interested in collaborating with him. He was one of the best in the business.
“I am well,” Chen said. “I have had a look at the designs you sent me. Very impressive.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I said. “I was hoping we could work together.”
We discussed how we would collaborate, how profits and marketing might work. This was the part of my business I enjoyed the most–talking to masterminds around the globe. Lu Chen was one of the first international contacts I had made, and if we were able to collaborate, it would mean so much for Berry Software.
The conversation went well, the language barrier notwithstanding. By the time I put down the phone, it was past noon, and I was starving. I looked at Danielle. She sat at her desk, bent over a file, lost in concentration. God, she was hot.
I walked to the door and opened it.
“It’s quite late,” I said. “The call took longer than I expected. Do you want to go to lunch with me?”
Danielle looked up and smiled, nodding.
“Yeah, sounds good,” she said. “I have a bunch of messages for you that came through while you were on the call.”
She held up a little notepad.
“I’ll deal with that later. Come on, there’s a small Italian place close by that we can go to.”
Danielle joined me, and we left the building, walking down the sidewalk.
Antonio’s was a small Italian restaurant, squashed between a laundromat and a bakery as if it was being squeezed out of existence. The moment we stepped through the doors, we were transported to another world. It was what I liked so much about the restaurant. Italian music floated from invisible speakers, and vines grew against one wall with a vineyard painted behind it to give the feel of Tuscany.
We sat down at a two-seater table by the window.
“This place is so nice,” Danielle said.
“It’s one of my favorites,” I said. “I like the atmosphere.”
“Oh, a romantic,” Danielle said, grinning.
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know if it’s romantic. I think it’s about escaping. You know, something exotic, different than usual.”
I looked Danielle right in the eyes when I said it, my voice getting deeper. She blushed, realizing that I wasn’t talking about the restaurant anymore.
“What are you going to eat?” I asked, changing the topic abruptly.
Danielle looked at the menu, a little flustered. “Pasta,” she said. “Fettuccini Alfredo.”
I blinked at her. No salad? Somehow, that made her even hotter.
After we ordered, I leaned my elbows on the table and looked at Danielle. Her attention was somewhere outside.
“How are you so comfortable with everything I’m throwing at you?” I asked.
Danielle looked at me. Her green eyes twinkled, and a smile played on her lips. “Well, if you’re good you’re good.” Her blush was the only thing that stopped her from appearing arrogant.
“Well, I’m impressed.”
“If you’re impressed by that, you should see what else I’m good at,” she said.
I laughed, surprised at how forward she was being. “Danielle Brown, I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to be saying things like that.”
Danielle shrugged, and it wasn’t hard to read that she was thinking dirty thoughts. “I’m an adult if you haven’t noticed. I can do what I want. Who I want.”
My eyes widened, and I laughed again. It was so forward, blunt. And so damn sexy.
Danielle blushed again, proof that she wasn’t like this with all men. She was pushing it with me, but we had known each other her whole life. She knew what kind of man I was.
Something between us had shifted. I let my eyes slide to her lips, and I wondered what she would taste like if I kissed her. I entertained a fantasy where I pushed everything off the table and pulled Danielle onto it. I would undo her suit, peeling it off her shoulders, and kiss every inch of her bare skin before fucking her. I wanted to do that to her so badly, public indecency be damned.
I tried to curb my thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. I fantasized about her already. If she kept saying risqué things to me like she had just done, it would make everything so much worse. My cock was hard in my pants, and I thought of all kinds of terrible things that I wanted to do to her here, now.
“What?” Danielle asked when I looked at her, apparently showing everything I felt on my face. Danielle was a fully grown woman, now, sexy and able. I didn’t see her as my friend’s daughter. I didn’t see her as a child. I saw her as someone I wanted to make mine.
“I’m just looking at you,” I said. “You’re an incredibly sexy woman.”
She blushed even harder, and I decided, so far, it was my favorite look on her. With her evergreen eyes and her rosy cheeks, she was beautiful, and I could almost taste her lips already.