"You'd what?" she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it.
"Well, you know. Don't play coy with me. I'm a doctor, remember? I do research on sex, I know what I would do…"
"You'd fuck me right here?" the intensively fired Ann lewdly finished for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely tumbled from her lush lips at that moment. "I-is that what you were going to say?"
"Couldn't have put it more aptly, you luscious creature!" he cawed, his lust-inflamed dark eyes reflecting the depth of the jolt her use of the graphic word had triggered inside him. He gushed a hot draft of breath against her face, his eyes gleaming with a frenzy. "When, Ann? After work? After lunch? When?"
"Wait a minute, not so fast. We have a report to get out, remember?" Ann reflexively countered, something in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the ascot from his breast pocket to dab away the smear her darkly tinted lipstick had left on his mouth. It was a stall for time, her mind racing in a melee of confusion. "B-Better throw this hanky away," she said, tucking it back into his pocket.
"What… what about after work? My wife won't be home til later tonight since she has a late class…"
"What about work?" she interrupted, in God's name, never knowing why, unless that was a woman's natural reaction and subconsciously placing herself in the position of his vivacious young wife whom she'd only met a couple of times.
He stared at her open-mouthed, part of the expression on his handsome face and in his tormented eyes enough to make her want to climb right up on the shelf for him! Ohhhhh… she was really hot – it was a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate. Maybe they had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that were restraining her, and she'd never realized how devoted to her work she'd been before. Or did it have something to do with allegiance to her dear husband Carl, who, at this very minute was dully plodding over his work.
"What the hell! Forget about work for a change, okay, Ann? This affair between you and me has nothing to do with work, and personally, I need a little time off now and then… Besides…" he added in a calculated aside, "you can't tell me the subject of this research has nothing to do with your condition…"
Before he could finish or she could answer, Carl's voice boomed from the other room. "How about somebody in there making me a cup of coffee?" With bated breath, they listened to him pacing back and forth, maybe shuffling through the files on her desk and lay open and waiting for attention.
"How about it? After work?" George pressed in an urgent whisper.
"N-No, I have to finish that work and get it to the photocopier. You said so yourself… isn't that right?" Ann defensively answered, hardly knowing what she meant by those words.
"Work…? Christ, girl, what's wrong with you, anyway? You're hotter than a pistol one minute, and the next you want to put me off for a Xerox machine. What's the deal?"
"Hey, anybody in there?" It was Carl's voice, louder and more insistent than before. "We've got work to get done out here in case you haven't forgotten!"
"Oooooohhhhh… I-I shouldn't have let you touch my…!" Ann covered her face with her hands in humiliation.
"The hell with that shit! W-What are you, a cock tease?" he spat at her. "You come tripping in here behind me with those big tits of yours hanging out, show me your breasts with your husband standing in back of you, then tell me that you have to work tonight. What's the matter? Aren't you getting enough in bed these days? Isn't that great sex researcher enough for you?"
The venom in his biting words burned into the young wife like eating acid, and she backed away from him with tears brimming up into her big, round eyes! God! What had gone wrong! It had all seemed so innocent and fun and then… suddenly… it wasn't so much fun anymore. Oooohhh… she'd truly blown it… blown it, damn it! And now she'd have to sit next to him all day remembering how lewdly she'd flirted with him.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Ann," George's mellifluous voice calmed her and she felt her self-confidence soar from a minus one to a plus two. "It's just that you got me so carried away. I-I was disappointed, that's all."
"Hey! Are you two coming out of there or is there something you're looking for and can't find? If you're looking for the instant coffee it's on the shelf behind the tea pot," Carl's voice reached out, a tone of uptightness barbing it.
Ann moved forward, quickly reaching for the ream of bond paper; she daintily wiped at her eyes as George said: "Look, we have to work next to each other all day, so let's forget about this till another time, okay?"
The voluptuous, long-haired blonde wife didn't look at him. She knew that if she did she'd probably end up in the back seat of her Volkswagen at lunch time, fucking her husband's colleague till he blew the sun roof off her car. God, she'd never been any hotter, or closer to spreading her legs in her life! "Yes, Dr. Everett, I think it's a good thing we get back to work."
"Goddamn it, listen to me… wait… wait!" Ann heard him choke behind her as she brushed past him out into the outer office, every fiber of her alive with sensual excitement.
From the other side of the door Dr. Everett could hear Ann's solicitous words to her husband. "I'm so sorry, dear, we were looking for the bond paper. Oh, we have so much to do, but I promise you can depend on me to get it done."
A brief silence during which he imagined a give-away glance shooting in his direction… or was she kissing Dr. Dexter just as she'd been kissing him? "The water is boiling for your coffee," he heard her lie, wondering just what kind of a woman his middle-aged colleague married.
CHAPTER THREE
Ann sat nervously at her typewriter, her fingers poised and trembling above the keys as the electric machine's constant whirring noise seemed to reverberate around in her confused and tortured mind. God, there was so much to be done and although she generally worked best under pressure, this particular day was a very difficult one for the voluptuous young blonde. Her mind was a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces were scattered all over the floor waiting to be put back together again. Confused and nagging emotions fought against one another in her tormented mind; feelings and desires she never knew she could experience battled against one another and her thoughts seemed to have a dozen different sources at one.
After she'd gotten Carl off her back by shoving a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, she'd had to work with Dr. Everett breathing down her neck, intermittently brushing his hand on her leg up and down her thigh till she thought she'd go bananas for sure. Finally, as if by an act of God, Carl had called him into the back office for a weekly conference to plan the activities for next week.
"Damn!" she hissed under her breath as she made the third typo on that first line of the page. All thumbs, she felt her neck muscles tense and freeze in position. That would never do, she thought with gut hurting anguish. I can't boggle this work just because of some young stud. And as if her physically handicapped condition was not enough to cloud her mind, everything she typed had something to do with sex. God, it was driving her crazy!
She winced in anguish, still feeling the touch of Dr. Everett hotly slithering up and down her body. God, how stupid could one get? Pretty rotten, she inwardly seethed, sick at the thought of having him, that gorgeous hunk of man, right in her eagerly yearning little hands, then frittering away her hold through girlish reluctance. Damn, she'd never intended they be any more than lovers, an affair, maybe.