Jack Scoffield sighed as he watched the green light of his office phone signal the incoming call from his newest client. Rushfield Incorporated was going to prove to be one of Howard & Steinberg's most profitable accounts, and he had been wooing them for months. So even though this call was coming five minutes before his lunch date with Melanie, he knew he had to take it. Melanie would have to understand.
He smiled as he thought of the lively blond who had charmed his nights for the past six months. Intelligent and beautiful, she had taken everything that was him and kept him in a continual state of teasing, never allowing their flirty relationship to extend beyond that. She was far too sophisticated to allow herself to become just a fly by night. She wanted to make sure she was stitched under skin like an erotic tattoo before she allowed him into her intimate paradise. And for the last six months, Jack felt as though he was falling headfirst into an obsession she not only orchestrated, but welcomed. He had to chuckle softly as he imagined those impish green eyes that sparkled with satisfaction as she grew increasingly aware her web of desire she was weaving had almost been completed.
"Bob," Jack acknowledged the caller on the end, trying to push Melanie out of his thoughts, as well as the bulge beginning to make itself known in his trousers at the mere thought of such a sensual and erotic creature. He threw himself into the mindless chatter that preceding the business at hand, just trying to compose himself again. Just when he thought he had things under control, there was a slight knock at the door.
He looked up to see the door open slightly and Melanie pop her head in. He smiled, indicated for her to enter and then put a finger against his lips to let her know this was an important call. Using hand signals, he showed her it would be five minutes. She nodded, shut the door behind her, and moved with elegance and grace to the chair opposite his huge mahogany desk.
He couldn't help but notice how her supple, dancer's body moved in the wispy summer dress she wore. Her high, firm breasts needed no bra, they were regal and round. Not too small, not too big... and the neckline of the dress she wore fell slightly in between to show the hint of the curve of each breast. The muscles of her hips and lovely legs moved under the fabric that clung to her like a second skin. She sat, and cross them quite ladylike.
Her shoulder-length blond hair fell in playful spiral curls, framing her face and teasing the long line of her neck. Tiny diamond earrings sparkled, but not as much as the glint in the periodot of her eyes. She smiled, and the full lips he had come to love to kiss brought that bulge back quickly.
"Jack?" It was the droning voice of his new client in his ear.
"Mmmm.. yes, Bob. I'm still here." He turned around a bit in the swivel chair, and looked away from a chuckling Melanie. It was quite apparent she knew what an effect she was having on him. Movement caused him to look back, and he found her long tan legs uncrossing and crossing again in the other direction.
Unbelievingly, she began to run her long, graceful fingers against her legs and the light fabric of her dress began to slide over her knees and up the firm muscles of her upper thighs. His breath caught slightly as she uncrossed her legs again and parted them slightly.
She had to smile. His dark brown eyes couldn't fool her, he was transfixed by what she was doing and she knew it. She began to up the stakes a little and slide the dress up further.
Jack, who had been held at arms length on a nightly basis for the past few months, almost spontaneously combusted as he caught view of the most intimate part of her. She wore no panties, and the inviting pink between her legs began to make him burn with desire. He watched as her hands moved up her legs and over her stomach.. and then run so teasingly soft against one breast. The nipple hardened, protruding through the fabric of her dress. He licked his lips.. longing to taste that full nipple in his mouth. Her red fingernail grazed along the neckline of the dress, tugging it down further and further as it went.
Jack cleared his throat, and with great difficulty attempted to focus his attention on his phone call. Bob Rushfield was a talker, and there was usually a lot of bullshit to wade through before getting right down to the purpose and business of a call. However the call was becoming more business minded, as he was seriously becoming aroused. He couldn't allow his raging hardon to make him miss out on this multimillion dollar account.
But oh.. when she licked her lips.. and shrugged one delicate shoulder out of the spaghetti strap which held up her dress, he gasped quite audibly into the phone. Especially when one full breast came into view. The nipple hard, the skin taunt.. her hand cupping it like an erotic sacrifice.
