“It’s getting a little late in the day to get started. You’re more than welcome to join me and Bethany for supper. I can sweeten the deal with something decadent to tantalize your palate. I make a mean English trifle. You’d think you’d died and gone to heaven,” she offered with her hand briefly touching my bare arm before shifting her weight and grazing my body when she squeezed by me to get into the kitchen.
I wanted to see her on her back with her feet in the air, crying out with the kind of relief women only dreamed about in their wildest fantasies. It would’ve been easy to dominate her until she was submitting to every sexual whim.
It wasn’t right to make her into a sex object.
But my body was a work of art in desperate need of appreciation.
I wanted to dive into the ocean of her womanly desires until she was satiated, unable to breathe. It was the first time I had designs on making her a pet project on the side. There had been other such instances, but they were just physical displays of passion in the heat of the moment.
This was different.
I wanted to take my time to get to know every single inch of her trembling flesh. There was a blueprint to her pleasure and I was going to map it out with my tongue trailing over her body to see what hot spots would make her rise with approving moans of desire.
“I admire somebody who can cook. I can’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal. The food they served in the army wasn’t anything to write home about. I suppose it depends on who’s cooking, but my experience wasn’t gourmet. It might sound strange coming from somebody like me but I’m addicted to food,” I recalled with vivid clarity those times that I had indulged in the cuisine of other cultures.
“The first thing I did before moving in was set up a barbecue on the deck. I’m going to be pretty busy from nine until noon every day during the week. We can discuss what needs to be done each day before I close my door. Don’t disturb me with trivial details when you can obviously be trusted to make the decision,” she added, as she walked ahead of me to the sliding balcony door.
She grimaced slightly when the door wouldn’t budge. Her struggle resulted in her fingers slipping off the handle and losing her balance until she fell into my arms.
I lost my breath having my hands on her, and she looked up at me with this doe-eyed innocence.
The natural light from the kitchen window made her eyes sparkle and her hair shimmer. It was this golden-fleece perfect to wind around my fist in a moment of unrestrained passion.
“I can pick up a couple of steaks from the market 20 minutes away. We can meet back here in about an hour. This has been a very productive meeting. You’re very easy to get along with, and not at all demanding,” I teased in my attempt to insert a little bit of humor into our working relationship.
“You listen better than most men. That’s a rare trait. You will be working under me and following my directions to the letter. I hope you don’t mind being told what to do. It’s the only way I’m going to get what I want out of you. Is it hot in here?” She asked with her right hand pulling on the collar of the white T-shirt.
She was moving it back and forth to circulate some air.
“It is a little warm,” I replied, with a bead of sweat running down my spine.
“I will open some windows to get that cross breeze from the ocean. We should eat in the great outdoors. I brought some essentials with me, but you’re more than welcome to buy whatever you want to go with dinner. I’m partial to a nice thick piece of meat cooked to perfection with this slight pink in the middle,” she said with words that sounded wildly seductive.
I was probably reading too much into it.
This girl was a breath of fresh air, deserving of somebody better than me. It was wrong to covet the forbidden. To get involved would mean taking the risk of losing out on a lucrative payday if things got awkward in the cold light of reality. It would be better for everybody if we kept things platonic.
But that was going to be easier said than done.
It was a good thing her friend was going to be there as a buffer. I wasn’t sure I could be trusted alone with her.