“What’s the name of his club? Please tell me it’s something like Satan’s Crew.”
Now, I laugh. “Jesus, woman. You really are imaginative, aren’t you?”
That makes her smile for the first time, and it takes my breath away. She smiles everywhere from her twinkling hazel eyes down to her gorgeous pink lips. Her teeth are straight and white. I’m about to reach out and pull her onto my lap when my fucking phone rings again. Before I can answer it, my pretty friend picks it up. “GCM. This is Lainie. How may I help you?”
Wow, she sounds professional. Standing up, she gives me the gesture with the back of her hand that means, move back. This time, I only turn my seat, so she has to step between my legs to get to my computer. Yeah, a little creepy but this shit has gone on long enough. I lean forward just enough to smell her again. It’s killing my cock, but it can’t be helped.
“Yes? Can you repeat the name of your company again, please?” She types. “Uh, huh.” She types some more. “Right. Got it. I’m so sorry it’s late. Our normal office manager is on maternity leave and we’re just getting caught up.”
She stands placing her hand on her hip. Her nails are short, but they’re painted in a pretty pink shade. I bet lots of her is a pretty pink color. I should design a bike that color. And give it to her. My dick is fucking painful now that I’ve pictured her in a leather mini skirt and black tank on her hot pink bike. Damn it. I’ve got to get the hell out of here. Standing up fast, I place my palm on her waist. Leaning in to her phoneless ear I whisper. “Back in a few minutes, Lainie.” I hear a little gasp and feel a tiny shiver run through her. Ireallyneed to get out of here to ease some of this tension. I step away from her to the door adjusting myself as I go. In the hallway, I make a beeline for the bathroom.
“Told you she was your type.”
“Shut the fuck up, Eric. Get back to work.”
“Yes, boss. But, if you’re going to be a while in there,” he nods to the bathroom. “I can take over the interview.”
“Don’t even think about it,” I growl.
I listen as his chuckle grows quieter the further away he gets. If I weren’t about to bust a nut, I’d laugh, but I am, so I don’t. Stepping into the bathroom, I rub my palm over my hard on. I shouldn’t do that. It makes it worse. “Think about baseball,” I grumble to myself. “Or taxes.” Anything that will help make this thing go down, not up. Pumping some hand soap into my palm, I wash my hands splashing cold water on my face. Looking down, I see my cock running down the inside of my leg. At least it had somewhere to go even though it makes it difficult to walk. Or sit.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I picture my new friend, Lainie, spread out, naked on my desk, legs open, her pretty pink pussy on display just for me. “Mine,” I groan. I let my eyes move up, imagining her glorious tits bouncing as I fuck the bejesus out of her. “Lainie.” I moan.
Then, I hear it. A tiny gasp. Looking to my left, I see the door is ajar. I guess I didn’t shut it all the way and the woman who’s caused my current state is standing just outside. Her eyes are on my jeans and my obvious hard-on. Her face is the same color as her nail polish now. I can tell because her hand is over her mouth. She’s shocked but she’s not moving. “You like what you see, little Lainie?” I ask gruffly. Yeah, I’m a dick.
“No.” she barely whispers.
“No? It sure looks like it.” She says nothing. Having her check me out is making me harder than I’ve ever been. Placing my palm over my jeans I attempt to adjust myself. “Say my name, Lainie.”
“Keeton,” she says in the sweetest voice ever created.
“Fuck, woman. You’re too good to be true.” I wish I could keep her. But, that can’t happen. Or itshouldn’thappen. I’m not the man for her.
