Joanna, moved closer. The flow of words halting, eyes flirting, Sean was hard, had been for awhile. Her arm brushing his, allowing contact, eyes lingering on nipples pressing their exaggerated shape through her shirt. The bra unable to conceal them.
Leaning over the counter for the bottle of wine, back arching as she stretches, "can I top you up?"
"Sure," Sean resists reaching out, resists caressing the curve. Offered?
Trembling as the deep red liquid flows, the rim of the bottle chinking against the glass, Sean can't resist, "cold?"
"No. My hands are too small for the bottle," pausing to look at him, "just one more annoying thing."
"Your hands annoy you? Thought, well, think, you're hands are quite nice."
"Aargh! Hate being small", sighing, "I'm not imposing enough. How can I be a boss if I have to look up to everyone?"
"You have everyone's respect. Usually an indicator of a good boss."
"Bruce says that too." Bruce is Joanna's boss. Rumors flow around about Bruce and Joanna.
Joanna is Sean's boss and he has heard office romance talk about the two of them floated too - busy girl. They do flirt but try to play it down at the office but not so much as to draw even more speculation about them.
Flirt a lot in fact. Always stops as by some unwritten rule. They both know how attracted they are to each other. Not that he'll risk his job or worse, rejection, by making a pass. Then again, like this evening, they often find themselves away from home for several days at a time. Sometimes, like tonight, draining the mini-bar in one or the others hotel room.
Tonight it is his room. Sean actually got the better deal. A room with a terrific view of downtown Chicago on the twenty-second floor of a not too shabby hotel. They had splurged on a bottle of wine and it was pretty much done.
"Want to watch the cityscape from the balcony?" Sean stands, holding out his hand that the too small fingers wrap around.
Joanna drains what is left of the deep red wine, "thanks. I'll get some refills," eyes following the gentle sway of her hips as she moves to the mini-bar, watching as she bends to get the vodka from the fridge. Damn, he has to stop watching.
Pulling the slider part way she slips through the gap, Sean following to the railing. Neither speak for a few minutes.
Joanna lets out a small sigh, "I could get used to that view."
"Me too. I like cities."
"London? Miss it?"
"Yea. Not so much now. Feels too big whenever I go back, which is not often."
"You still writing? You never said what you wrote about."
Thinking she never will know, "some. When I get the time."
"Get anything published?"
"The whole internet thing with epublishing has changed what that means. It's pretty easy to throw a few sentences together and upload to a site and wait for the money to start rolling in. Or not. Usually not. Some people make a decent living or say they do, but most do not. As more people jump in the rewards are less unless you really breakout."
"Have you?"
"I published a book of short stories a year or so back that has done quite well," not really wanting to say that but now it's out there.
"Wow! Congratulations. What type of stories? What genre?" Joanna's smile is gorgeous, he can feel her lips sliding over his glans.
Smiling. OK, more debauched grin. "Erotica." Looking down, just now noticing her bare feet.
The silence is taunting him to look at her. Both are a little flushed. "I should have guessed."
"Why? I could be the next Stephen King or, or, whatshisname."
"Whatshisname?," flirting, "Oh. Him."
"Right. Tip of the tongue. Steinbeck. Whatever."
"Can I read some?"
"Do you read erotica?" He is so hard now and her eyes are darting back and forth from his bulge to his mouth, neither quite making eye contact.
"Usually disappointed. Would yours disappoint?"
"Probably. Don't know. Maybe. A bit embarrassing talking to someone about it. You're the first person I know I've 'fessed to. The genre is erotica. Like to think it isn't just smut. Can be pretty graphic. Very graphic."
"Do you write about people you know?"
"I tend to draw from experience. Usually what I wanted to happen or embellishing what did happen," thinking, don't go there!
"Me?" Sean wanted to the denial to sound natural by pausing before replying but the pause went on too long. "That a yes then?"
"No." Too fast. O fuck.
"Really?" Pauses coming thick and fast, "I'd like to read it," Sean can feel his heartbeat and hear Joanna's quick breaths as she continues, "can I?"
Groaning. Mostly glad his erection found a more comfortable position. Somewhat. "There is a character that is based on you. Very loosely. It's more..."
"She's taller and sexier?"
"No. Not really you, more the situations," bone hard, less comfortable,
"being away. Like this. I thought it was a little creepy to base the character on you too closely. It's more someone else I worked with a few years ago."
Joanna staring. Demanding. "Answer. Taller and sexier?"
Sean, all too aware where he wants this to go, "she's shorter."
"Sexier?"
"That's a loaded question. She's sexy. Don't put me on the spot."
"Did you have sex?"
"Eventually."
"Will we?" The silence was like a deep pit. Difficult to climb out of. Joanna saving him, "read a story to me."
"No fucking way." Almost safety.
"A bedtime story?"
God, she's a flirt. "Not even remotely funny."
"Pretty please? What was she like? This other woman you worked with."
