“I thought I was supposed to… Look, Josh. Last night was great, and I enjoyed myself. But I don’t want to ruin things for us professionally.”
I expected her to say that. I definitely did. It’s a continuation of her mantra from earlier.
“Professional… interesting word. Very interesting word. For us though… Not so much.”
She just looks at me and blinks. “What do you mean?”
It’s time to show her.
I love watching and showing all the fruits of my labor from how observant I’ve been.
I have her coin. There’s no rule that says when we should end, and the look in her eyes shows I have permission. She still looks at me the same way she did last night. There hasn’t been a time since she laid eyes on me this morning that she hasn’t looked at me like she wants me.
Good for me. Good for her.
I step away from her and she watches me as I walk up to the door and lock it so no one can come in and interrupt us.
I have five minutes, then I have a meeting.
Turning to face her confirms that permission. Desire glitters her eyes, along with lust. Both are accompanied by my personal favorite –need.
The need I see in those bright brown eyes of hers reflects exactly what I feel roiling inside me.
It’s such a good thing that one of us isn’t shy about what they want. It’s probably a better idea too that it’s me.
“Josh…” she says my name on the edge of a hushed whisper that sends the same thrill that raced through me last night.
I make my way back to her, stepping purposefully into her personal space. Just like I thought she would, she steps back, still fighting temptation.
That’s fine. The devil always knows weaknesses.
She just needs encouragement. That’s what she needs.
“Giselle, I think it’s safe to say that you got the induction of what it will be like to work with me last night. The good news is we can use last night for extra credits. But I think just so there’s no misunderstanding I’ll illustrate the fine print for you in greater details and show you exactly what I mean when I say ‘professional’ won’t work with us.”
She takes an instinctive step back, and she’s against the wall, exactly where I want her.
The contact actually startles her, and she looks me over with anticipation when I place my hands on the wall either side of her.
I’m noticing very well how she’s not fighting this, or disputing. I’m not hearing anything in the way of her protesting to my forwardness. What I see is that curiosity from last night.
So… the first thing I do is push away from the wall, reach for the band holding her hair together in that ponytail and allow her dark locks to tumble down her shoulders the way it was last night.
Against the wall she looks as enticing as she did in the radiant light from the wall at the club. It lit her up in blue and the water flowing around her gave her a fairytale appearance. That was the first time that spark of pure need hit me in my gut.
“I mean this… I want your hair down because it’s sexy as fuck. You will wear it just like this every day.” It’s time to show her my true colors.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I lean closer, take a lock of her silky hair in my hands and allow the ends to curl about my thumb. “I want your hair like this. I like this too,” I press my finger to her glossy pink lips and her lipstick smears my finger.
I hold up that finger showing her the gloss and she watches as I lick it off.
“My lipstick?”
“Any color will suits, but I like this one. And this…” it’s the smell of her. Honey and flowers. I don’t know which flower it is. It seems to be her natural scent. I lean further in and press my lips to her neck.
I won’t kiss her lips because there’s something about kissing her that steals thoughts and I need to have a clear mind about my meeting. It’s the type where the room will be full of assholes. It’s one of Dad’s clients who always tries to undermine me, so I always have to be ready.