Page 36 of Every Inch of You
Chapter Twelve
VIVIAN
Iknew what I wanted,I had finally stated clearly what I wanted, to the man I wanted, and I wasn’t going to wait around for Brad Mitchell to make a move any longer. I finally felt in control of thesituation.
After dinner with Frankie,the day after Brad had informed me that I was no longer his personal client, I went to the gym in my sexy librarian outfit. My hair was up, my lips were glossy, I was wearing a sinfully skin-tight black pencil skirt that celebrated the curves I still had, a form-fitting grey cardigan over a thin white button-down blouse and black camisole, and my Let’s Just Do It Mary Jane stacked heels. It was the classiest way I knew how to say Let’s Get It On in clothes language, and it was also a nod to the many lunch hours we’d spent at the library in school. Although I didn’t expect or want his brain to function at the level where he’d get subtlereferences.
The poor guy didn’t stand achance.
Unless he didn’t like the sexy librarian look. But I had ahunch.
I was also armed with a document, which he did not notice, because he was too busy devouring me with his eyes. His jaw literally dropped when he first saw me. His eyes slowly traveled down and back up the length of me. I stood there and let him take it all in.Eat it up, Brad Mitchell. Get ready.It was prettygreat.
I walked over to meet him at the rear of the gym, near his office. It seemed like he didn’t want to be alone in a small room with me. I didn’t blame him. I was ready to consume him. “Here.” I handed him a manilaenvelope.
“What’s this?” He opened it and pulled out the page. “This better not be another bawdyquestionnaire.”
“It’s a signed and notarized statement asserting that I will not sue you for sexual harassment, nor will I ever bring forth any kind of lawsuit upon you as regards our sexual activities, notwithstanding any legal protection I may require, in the unlikely event that you should physically harm or impregnate me without taking responsibility for the hypothetical child blah blahblah.”
“I need you to add that you won’t write negative reviews or comments on Yelp, Foursquare, Facebook, Twitter, or any other reviewsite.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s free for people to write bad reviews and it’s really expensive to sue a business. I’m way more worried about negativereviews.”
“Okay.” I pulled out a pen from my bag and wrote in:In addition, I vow to never write a negative review of Mr. Mitchell or hisbusiness.
His voice said, “You are infuriating,” but his eyes said: “I’m going to rip your sexy clothesoff.”
“Tell me to leave you alone and you’ll never have to see meagain.”
His jaw tensed. He shook his head. He wanted me and I knew it and he knew I knewit.
Gameon.
“Go wait for me in myoffice.”
Idid.
I went into his office and shut the door. I took a seat on the bench, and remembered the first time I was in here. It felt like a year ago. So much longing. So much frustration. So many floodedpanties.
I checked the time. It was just after nine. The gym closed in an hour. I hoped he didn’t plan to make me wait an entire hour. I tightened and released my glutes while I sat there. I didn’t want to waste time—might as well tone up my butt while waiting for him to put his hands onthem.
But then the door opened, and Brad walked in. He shut the door behind himself and locked it. He reached out, pulled me off the bench, and pushed me up against the door. He kissed me hungrily, his hands all over my hips and ass. I stuck my hands under his tank top and he pulledback.
“I only have a few minutes,” he saidhuskily.
He pulled my skirt up to my waist, and for a second I wished I’d worn a loose babydoll dress instead so he could access everything quickly. But he still managed to access my panties quitereadily.
“You’ve done this before,” Isaid.
“Not in here. This is a first.” He slid two fingers inside of me and groaned when he felt how wet I was. “Oh shit,” hewhispered.
I tried to touch his crotch, but his other hand grabbed mine and held it behind my back while he massaged my clit and pressed his body againstme.
“I’m gonna make you come and then I’m going back out there,” he said into my ear. “Okay?”
“If you insist.” I raised both arms up over myhead.
