"Whataboutme?"
"Aren'tyougoing to unfasten anything?"
"Later."
"Why later?" I asked.
He was still twirling the pen. "Because first, I've got something else in mind."
Suddenly, I was finding it hard to breathe. "What?"
He lifted his free hand and crooked a finger, beckoning me toward him. "Come over and find out."
Oh, yes.
I didn't say it, but Ididthink it. I was ready act on it, too. On trembling legs, I leaned forward, preparing to mount his desk, only to stop in mid-motion when he asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
I was so excited, I could hardly think. "Am I?"
"The other buttons."
"Oh." As I returned to a standing position, I gave a breathless laugh. "So you're serious?"
"You bet your ass I am."
But of course, I'd known that already.So why the question?Maybe I was testing him. Or maybe I was testing myself. Either way, I'd lost count of how many buttons I'd already undone.
Had I finished with that third button or not?I didn't dare look down as I probed with my fingers and confirmed that yes, I'd already gotten button number-three, which meant that I had only two more buttons to go – well, for the sweater at least.
With an eagerness that should've mortified me, I unfastened the next two buttons of my sweater and then reached for the buttons of my blouse. These buttons were smaller, and my fingers trembled as I started at the top and kept on going until I'd unfastened the five he'd requested.
As I worked, I could feel my nipples straining against the thin fabric of my lacy bra as if they were begging for attention.His attention.
Could heseemy nipples?
Probably not yet.
After all, my sweater and blouse were still buttoned at the bottom, and I was still standing upright. But I knew one thing for sure. As soon as I leaned forward, I would be giving him one heck of a show eventhroughmy bra, which was probably the thinnest I owned.
It was also the sexiest – pale pink with lots of lace and not much else. Absently, I wondered what panties I was wearing underneath my skirt. I couldn’t remember, but Ididknow they weren't granny panties because it wasn't that time of the month.Thank heaven.
When he crooked his finger again, I leaned forward to crawl up onto his desk. Maybe I should've felt ridiculous. Maybe I should've paused to question my own sanity. But I didn't do either of these things. Instead, I scampered up with an eagerness that made him smile.
It wasn't a smug smile, but itwasa knowing smile, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me – not with his fingers or his lips, but with his eyes as they smoldered into mine.
My knees were bare, and my skirt wasn't terribly long. Back when I'd been standing, it had fallen just above my knees. But now that I was crawling, it hiked up to levels that were surely obscene, especially if someone happened to be watching from behind.
I snuck a quick glance over my shoulder and was relieved to see that I'd closed his office door on the way in.
I didn't recall doing it, but I wasn't recalling a lot of things – like how much I'd hated him back in the day, or how I'd come here to give him holy hell for the whole reference thing.
In the back of my mind, I realized all of this, but whenever those thoughts bobbed to the surface, I pushed them down again with a resolve that bordered on desperation.
The reference thing – he'd already denied it –twiceif I counted today plus the time I'd asked him on the sidewalk. Call me a fool, but I couldn't quite believe he was lying – not then and not today.
Or maybe I didn't want to believe it. All I knew for sure was that right now, Ihadto have him.
And while I was at it, I was going to mess up his oh-so-perfect hair.Yeah, that'll show him.
