Luckily, he directed me to sit down while he moved to his big leather chair. He rummaged around in drawers for a moment while I silently watched, and produced some paperwork for me to sign. I could feel his eyes on me while I went over it.
“How do you like your little closet?” He asked while I worked.
I smiled vaguely, filling in my contact details. “It’s great!” I said. “Nice plants.” I tried hard not to be distracted by his closeness. Working for him might prove challenging in certain ways.
Fortunately, Rick put me at ease with his casual manner, and soon left me to figure out how everything worked. I familiarised myself with his schedule, the mail system and the computers. Eventually I was able to distract myself from the memory of kissing him and concentrate on my work.
He asked me to order lunch and I took care of it, hoping he liked chinese food. I went to retreat to my office, but he stopped me, pointing to the comfortable couches. We sat opposite each other, and talked while we ate. I learned a little more about his work, and he asked me questions about myself. He took his shoes off to relax for a while.
“I have to confess,” he said suddenly, during a quite unrelated conversation. “I’ve been thinking about you since Friday night.”
I paused, chopsticks halfway to my mouth. “Oh?” I said noncommittally, wondering if he’d thought of me in the exact way I’d thought of him that night.
“Mmhmm.”
My face was growing heated. I wished I could keep from blushing every time he looked at me sideways. But his words excited me. And I went right back to imagining his kiss. His soft lips, his strong arms.
“Well,” I ventured, “I had a really nice time.”
“I wonder if you’d like to come over sometime, and see my place.”
My heart beat a little faster. “Of course. I’ll have to get used to it, if I’m going to pick up your laundry and water your plants.” I joked, silently wondering what his bedroom was like.
“What are you doing after work?”
“Nothing. But let me go home and get changed first.” I wanted to look nice — like myself, not dressed in boring office-wear. Plus, I wanted to wear my sexiest lingerie.
“Deal. I’ll send a car for you.”
I decided to go with that. After all I was officially working for him now. And at least now I was relatively sure he wasn’t a serial killer.
The rest of the work day was uneventful, and Rick was out in meetings. But at 5:30 I got a text message from an unknown number. Jess. New phone. The last one had an accident. Go home, get ready. Pick you up at 7:30. R
I had a smile on my face for the ride home, even though I’d taken the bus and I usually hated it. I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, excited in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. I spent some time babbling on the phone to James, mostly thanking him profusely, and being prodded for details. Then I showered, made myself a coffee, and took my time getting ready, trying to steady my burgeoning nerves.
I wore a red dress, and this time I had taken James’ advice and chosen one that would hug my curves. I’d remembered every word Rick had said to me about finding me attractive, and I wanted to please him. So, I decided to flaunt what I had. Under the dress I wore my favourite black bra and panties, with a garter belt holding up seamed stockings. My hair I let flow free, curling into soft waves.
After a quiet ride, t he driver showed me up to Rick’s apartment and I rang the doorbell. In forty seconds(I counted), Rick opened the door. He was wearing jeans again, with a tight white t-shirt. My eyes wandered, taking in the way the shirt clung slightly to his body, showing off his well-defined chest.
Wordlessly he swung the door open to admit me.
The apartment was on the top floor, and huge. Obviously, Rick was a fan of a city view. It was beautiful. I walked through his living room, over to the window, to take a look.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, turning to face Rick.
He grinned, joining me, and we stood looking out for a minute.
“Do you want me to cook dinner?” I asked, smiling sideways at him. “Because that could get complicated.”
Rick laughed quietly. “Not this time. I thought I’d make something, actually. I have it all planned out. You can help, though, since you’re so enthusiastic.” He went to the kitchen, pulled wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. “We’re having pasta for dinner,” he said, “because that’s what I know how to cook.”
I giggled. “Fair enough.”
We stood in the kitchen and drank and talked; then he gave me a tour. I especially liked his bathroom and its corner hot-tub. There was a home-theatre room with a huge screen and big reclining chairs. I’d never seen anything like it.
“Have I mentioned,” he asked suddenly, “that you look amazing?”
We stood in the doorway of a room with a billiards table and a bar. I looked up at him, standing close beside me. “No,” I said with a smile.
“Well, you do. Lovely and soft, with curves in all the right places.” He raised a hand, and I breathed in sharply in surprise as he brushed a lock of hair from in front of my face. As he let it fall, I reached out and grabbed his hand. I pulled him closer.
Taking the hint, Rick took me gently by the arms and leaned toward me. I pressed myself up against him and stood on tiptoe to meet his lips with my own. This time I couldn’t restrain myself, and it seemed neither could he. He kissed me hard, encircling me in his arms and cradling the back of my head. His tongue was urgent, seeking mine and caressing it hungrily.
My arms wound their way around his neck and I melted into him, my body hot and pliant under his touch. My tongue danced with his, and as we came up for air, I sucked gently on his lower lip.
We remained close together, our breath mingling and our bodies pressed together. I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my hip. “I’ve been wanting to do that since Friday,” I admitted quietly.
He smiled. “Me too.” And he kissed me again, pushing me slowly but firmly up against the doorway as we both moaned quietly into each other’s mouths. He bent and kissed my ear, my neck and my collarbone, and I ran my fingers through his hair as I enjoyed the feeling. My body was buzzing, shocks of pleasure and arousal flitting through me, and I could feel the hot wetness between my legs.
Rick broke away once more, reluctantly. “This isn’t the most comfortable place,” he admitted, and I giggled.
“You didn’t show me your bedroom,” I ventured boldly. My chest still heaved as I caught my breath, my breasts pushing softly against his chest. Subtlety was out of my reach by this point.
“Oh yeah? That’s what you want to see?” He smiled impishly.
“Mmhmm.” I grinned back.
Leading me by the hand, he showed me the way to his room. It was large, with a huge four poster bed and thick, soft rug. The window was open and the curtains blew in the breeze. I could see city lights outside and hear the rain that had started. I walked over to the bed and touched the linen, ran my hand over the posts. Rick watched me, his intense and hungry gaze fixed on my body. I enjoyed the way he looked at me.
He leaned back against the wall. “Undress for me,” he said simply.
His direct command surprised and excited me, and I smiled wickedly. “If you say so, boss.”
S taying where I was, I slowly I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, tugging the zipper down with some difficulty. I could feel my heart beating hard inside my chest, my entire body flushed with pleasure and anticipation. I was also nervous — hoping that seeing me unclothed wouldn’t be a disappointment to him, that my body would please him. I’d never undressed for a man like this before. Usually it was hurried, in the dark, or both.
With deliberation I peeled the dress from my shoulders and wiggled my body as I moved it down over my waist and hips. I looked into Rick’s eyes, and saw only approval — confirmed by the bulge in his jeans. I stood in my lingerie, letting him look at me, shifting a little under his gaze. He was quiet for a long moment, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Did he want me to do something?