I was barely leaving in time so I came rushing out of my building. Once again, I got caught up answering e-mails and it's just past when I was supposed to be leaving my office! As soon as I hit the street, a cab came around the corner, and he even stopped at my wave. Things were looking up.
I had a meeting with a new business attorney. This was the last step to getting my business going. The loan was set, and now the last piece was just to finish up the corporation documents. The attorney I was going to be working with was someone that I've met through mutual friends at cocktail parties, but I had never worked with him professionally. I hoped he was good.
Thanks to the quick cab I got to my appointment with plenty of time. The woman at the front desk let Richard know I was there. All the work until now has been over e-mail, so I was actually looking forward to being able to meet in person to make it official. When I was told, I entered his office. He was sitting at his desk facing me, hands on the desk. For just a second, I realized I'd forgotten he was good looking. I brush the thought away and reach out my hand. "Great to see you again." He stood up reached out his hand and said, "Even better to see you. Let's get down to business." Okay, let's.
I brought out my folder of documents he had sent, and I had signed. He said he was impressed with my preparedness and I was making his job easy. He said, "And here is the last document to sign." I took it, read it, and leaned over to sign it. As I leaned, I felt his warm hand on my shoulder. I knew he was just being supportive, but I felt a chill shoot up and down my back at the warmth of his hand on my shoulder. The kind of chill that goes down the small of your back. Even the back of my neck warmed up forcing me to lean toward his hand just a little tiny bit. I was totally surprised to feel this way. Until this very minute I had only seen him in the most professional light. I would be so embarrassed if he knew that for some reason, I got weak in the knees the moment he touched me. I think I played it cool. I held up my pen for a second to catch my breath, and then continued to read and sign the documents.
"Good grief, Rachel," I thought to myself, "the guy is just offering you a touch of support, and you're hot head to toe. It's clearly been too long since I've gotten any...I really need to get out more."
So, I keep reading. There actually is a detail about profit sharing that I have a question about, so I ask for a highlighter. It'll be best if I mark things as I go, and then we can go over them all at once when I'm done. I look up and there he is, Richard, as I've always known him, but looking right at me. Looking through me. He holds my eyes for a few seconds longer, Then he reaches around his back -- to the desk top and grabs a highlighter. Handing it to me, he holds my gaze without saying a word. He holds the highlighter toward me with one hand, and with the other reaches around the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. Then he kisses me deeply. Oh my God. His tongue is in my mouth and I'm kissing him back, and my body is tingling in desire to get closer to him when the highlighter drops to the floor.
I stand up to reach up to him and now I have my whole body leaning hard into him while we kiss. He reaches around and pulls my hair, just enough to get a moan out of me, but not so hard that I'd want him to stop. His hands move to rubbing my tits through my dress and his mouth moves to the side of my neck. I am moaning louder now.
His secretary knocks, startling us both. "Your next client is here, when you're ready."
"I'm so not ready to end this meeting," he whispers in my ear. He yells back at the door. "Have him wait."
