| "I think I deserve a fair return on that question. Have you ever lived out any of these fictional settings Celia?" "Not that it's any of your business but I wouldn't wanna live out some of the stuff these ladies come up with." "Now I know that's a lie. You've never had the desire to just be completely swept away by a complete stranger?" "Perhaps like yourself?" "I wasn't suggesting myself but you just seem like you need some of what you're selling. Now that we're at required elevation, would you care for something to drink? Perhaps some champagne?"He suggested; quickly diverting the subject. "Fine,"I relucted. I hated the way he was doing this to me. I wante him to rip my clothes off and take me there. Holy shit! Clear your head girl. He was right but he wasn't going to win this little battle he'd chosen to procure. She scanned herself over and thought. Jeez! I look like a schoolmarm with the up to the top collar, the thinwire glasses framing the depth of blue hiding behind them and then there was my hair. Beautiful auburn curls wound up into a tight bun with a pencil protruding from it. The only thing feminine was what I wore underneath it. A pair of silk stalkings held up by garters and a matching panty and bra of white floral lace. I was pathetic! I returned to the work at hand; correcting grammar and spelling errors and even a few suggestions in the sidelines. He cleared his throat."Here we go. I didn't want to interrupt." Okay. So the guy wasn't so bad after all perhaps. He was just doing his job and I wasn't making it any easier on him."Thank you,"I said taking the champagne flute from him. "Is there anything else that requires my assistance at this time?" "I think I'll be okay." "If you need me, just pick up that little black phone on the wall there,"he responded politely and was about to leave her when I spoke up. "Kevin?" "Yes?"He said turning back to me. "I'd like to apologize for my behavior. That's really not me you just saw." Knowing what he would have liked to have said and what he did say threw me completely off guard."Long day for you Celia?" "I guess you could call it that. You really don't mind the way I treated you?" "I've had worse than what you laid on me. I've had women out and out throw themselves on me." "Most men would kill for that." "If any of them were half as beautiful as you I would agree. Would you like me to stay?" What did he see in me? Once again I blushed."If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to put the moves on me." "I'm just doing my job." |
| Yeah. Sure. Right. The first three things to go through my mind when I saw him were when? where? and how soon? Schoolgirl fantasy if you'll pardon the expression."If you say so." "And you don't think it's part of my job to compliment you if I find you strikingly beautiful?" Okay. He was strangely starting to sound like one of these romance novels."You find me attractive?" "You find that hard to believe?" "Most men don't find me devastating with wound up hair and wire rimmed reading glasses." "They don't have the imagination I do." "That's what that is,"I took a sip of my champagne. "If you'd take the glasses off,"he said drawing them from my face. Sonofa! To have those arms wrapped around me. "I need those,"I protested and returned them to where they were."I could however use a good foot rub." "No problem,"he sat down across from me and drew my foot up. He gently eased the gray scallop edged heel off. I jerked slightly at his hand on my foot. "Ticklish?" "A little." "Relax,"he softly ordered as my foot tensed. "Sorry,"I said turning back to my work. After a few minutes of those heavenly fingers removing the nagging pain, I couldn't concentrate on my work. I did want to be swept away like every heroine I'd ever read about but not at the expense of letting him be right about it. I kept my gaze downward as though I were concentrating on something and pulled the pencil from the wound up hair on top of my head. "Silk. I knew there was a woman hiding somewhere there inside of you,"he remarked as his hands work up my calf. "Excuse me?"I said; meeting the intensity of his eyes. "Nothing,"he said and released my right foot. He gently performed the same actions as he took my left foot upward. Maybe I should play this out I thought. I unwound the tight mass of hair and let it fall naturally onto my shoulders. He stopped briefly. He asked,"So if I'm not being too nosey, what is it that you're working on right now?" "Um, the title is Friendly Skies." He chuckled. "The title is everything on these." "I'm sure." "If I'm not being too forward what got you into this specific line of work?"I inquired as I loosened a couple of buttons on my blouse. "Needed a change." "Not to change the subject but that feels really good,"I set my work aside and lost myself in his touch. "I've been known to cast a magical spell on a few pairs of feet,"he quipped. "I bet you have,"I said easing away from my seat long enough to remove my jacket. He stopped when I did this."Something wrong?" "It's just that...well, I didn't think I'd get you to loosen up." "Stranger things have happened,"I said easing back against the soft cushion. I picked up the transcript and went back to work as did he. |
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