Liza moaned, the heat from her body palpable to anyone standing within a foot of her -- breasts heaving with the strength of her desire. He was so strong, even his hand grasping her wrist, as it was now, conveyed his true strength. Kyle was big man; broad shouldered with the kind of musculature that comes from a youth of hard labor. Of course, now he was 47 -- a well-dressed professional without the callouses he must've earned long before.
Liza had struggled to fight her attraction for this handsome man -- her boss. She was too young for him, only 23, and wasn't the type to submit to a domineering partner. For some reason she sensed Kyle would be...domineering. Her curly brown hair became fluffier by the minute from the perspiration forming on her brow. All he'd done was grab her wrist!
Kyle winced even as he reached for her -- what business had he grabbing this trim young woman, his secretary -- office assistant, rather. He'd hired her right out of college for crying out loud! The girl was so sweet, a pleasant moment amid a sea of endless contract negotiations and frustrated clients. Her springy curls bounced as she turned her head, surprised at his sudden physical arrest of her leaving. He'd just asked her to go fetch the Murdoch file, after all. The faint flush of her cheeks was tantalizing -- as was the rise and fall of her softly swelling breasts. Turtleneck sweaters should be outlawed -- and knee length pencil skirts!
Liza's moan went straight to Kyle's groin. Her limpid eyes gazed up at him with subtle trepidation. She bit her lip. The girl was only 5'2; a little slip of a thing, with rounded hips to make a man salivate at the dream of what lay beneath her tweed skirt. Kyle watched her all morning. Their conversation was brief -- but perhaps the body language between them conveyed more than words. Kyle released her wrist, unfastening his belt buckle.
