I sat down behind my desk and a sinking feeling took over my entire body. Was he serious? It had been four long weeks and he hadn't once acknowledged me. Yet another shared meeting and not a smile, not one inane greeting, not a single glance in my direction. Did I imagine the whole thing? I found that hard to believe as images of his wolf like hazel brown eyes turned into a dark storm of desire flashed through my mind. Surely the instant bolt of pleasure to every erogenous zone, every time his image slammed to the forefront of my mind couldn't be fantasy alone?
Clearly it was time to move on. Who did he think he was anyway? In reality I didn't really see why he'd captured my attention. He didn't sound that smart in the meeting today when he failed to satisfactorily answer some of the questions the CEO was asking. And wasn't that my first rule, never have sex with a man you can't respect? Yes that's right. The questions were a little ridiculous though and now that I thought of it, it actually wasn't his area of responsibility. He was probably trying to cover for James again, who, if he ever bothered to turn up was generally dozing off or busy eating all the mints.
My fantasy man had looked handsome at this morning's meeting though, with his ever present sexy grin on those full luscious lips that begged for attention. I loved the hint of almost vulnerability that ghosted across his eyes when he thought he wasn't being watched and the way his hair appeared ruffled leaving the impression of frustration through the dark feathered strands. His strong capable hands as they cupped my hips and forced me up against his hard throbbing cock. Whoa! What? Damn. There I go again. I had to snap out of these arousing trances.
* * * * *
Ok. Today is another day. Granted after another long night of craving and a dismal attempt of sleep, that was haunted with images of thick strong biceps and thighs that induced an irresistible urge to bite. Yes today was in fact a new day, with a new adventure waiting. With a renewed sense of direction I thought about the conference that began this morning. A five day business management conference staying in an upmarket hotel in the city. It was a shame that I couldn't commute but the company was paying and apparently the evening activities were 'invaluable' to the conference content and mandatory in attendance. I'd been to a few of these conferences before and held no illusions as to the calibre of men I would be meeting, however I had some high expectations regarding the illustrious lecturers on the program so I set out with that in mind.
One thing I did love about attending a conference was the relaxed dress code, instead of the usual flawless business suit I chose a soft dress that moulded my breasts, fell to my ankles and swirled silkily around my legs as I walked. Hair down and full I felt more like I was meeting the girls for lunch then starting a work day. As I walked towards the building entrance I let my head fall back and felt the sun beaming down on my face and the exposed skin on my neck, chest and arms. The breeze gently ruffled my dress against warm naked skin and giving in I let my senses take over. Wow, I thought, this is what we all miss sitting in our glass and metal boxes day after day. Realising I had less than five minutes until the conference started and regretting the intrusion of reality I entered the building and set about finding where I needed to be.
I quickly found the room and walked in. Looking directly ahead, embarrassed at the lateness of my arrival and feeling the eyes of each and every participant on me I hastened to the registration table to find my name badge and sign in. Searching for my name I saw that participants were grouped by company. I quickly scanned the list and found my name. As I leaned over to sign the register I glanced under my name and froze. Hands trembling, heart in my throat I looked back at the name, not believing that fate could be so cruel. It was still there. Maybe he didn't show? No, he had already signed in. He was here. No. No. Please no.
'Is everything ok?' Said the Convenor, looking a little wary while waiting patiently for my signature. I imagined the fearful and desperate expression on my face and felt the flush of embarrassment rise up from my chest.
'Of course, no problem, just sign there, ok done, great,' I mumbled and attempted a weak smile. Picking up my name badge with shaking hands I mentally steeled myself for the next moments.
'You can do this. He is after all, just a man,' I muttered to myself.
Ready now, chin raised defiantly I calmly spun around and nearly knocked over another late participant who I failed to notice standing behind me. Mortified I quickly bent over to retrieve both of our belongings and conference papers. Gathering everything as quickly as I could, wondering why I wasn't receiving any assistance, I mean I know it was my fault but surely it was rude to just stand there. I looked up to answer my question and found a lecher staring lewdly down my dress at what I knew was an ample display. Furious, humiliated and determined to immediately hide in the nearest metaphoric hole I quickly got the shamble under control, gave 'Lech' back his belongings and sank into the closest vacant seat.
Crisis over I attempted to concentrate on the lecturer as he spun his back story, detailing in full, including a PowerPoint presentation with photos and copies of qualifications, about why we were lucky to be in his self loving presence. Cursing my clumsy behaviour, but grateful I was in the front row I looked straight ahead or down at my papers and phone, avoiding looking sideways or behind at all costs. Seeing my phone light up I looked down to read the message.
GOOD MORNING, NICE OF YOU TO SHOW UP.
Resisting the urge to look around and seething at my body's hot and liquid reaction to his name I ignored the message. Trying studiously to listen to the lecturer who sounded like he was actually imparting some useful knowledge now, I started when my phone lit up again.
NICE ENTRANCE, THAT GUY LOOKED LIKE HE REALLY GOT AN EYEFUL!!!! LOL.
Smart arse, I thought. Seconds later another message came through.
I WAS WISHING IT WAS ME STANDING OVER YOU.
Tantalised beyond belief but tenacious in my will to ignore him I placed my phone in my handbag.
A little while later concentration relatively back in place I answered a question posed by the lecturer.
'I believe communication and consultation are the key aspects of establishing any change in business management,' I said. Before the lecturer had a chance to respond I heard an achingly familiar voice.
'I don't agree,' he said. 'There is nothing to communicate or consult about if the business plan hasn't first been established.' I heard the responding mumbles of agreement from the other participants and silently planned all the ways I was going to get back at the arrogant bastard. After all both answers were right. In a way.
Punishment. Interesting. An intoxicating image came to mind of his thick muscle-bound limbs tied with silk scarves to each corner of my bed, his face beaded with sweat and head thrown back in agony as I gyrated over his body mercilessly teasing every inch of him with my tongue and nipples but keeping out of reach of his mouth and never letting him gain that victory he ached for.
'Mmmmmm.'
'It's time to take a break,' said the lecturer, startling me out of my reckless reverie. Oh no, I thought, I hope I didn't groan out loud. The poor lecturer probably suggested a break after hearing one of the participants making weird noises like a wounded animal. I quickly jumped up and headed to the bathroom and stayed there for the entire ten minutes of break time, fiddling with my hair and touching up my make-up. Great, I thought, I can probably add narcissism to the long list of weird and wonderful traits my fellow participants could come up with by the end of the five days. Thinking I had waited long enough I returned to the conference room. Mentally bracing myself and ready for the walk to my seat whilst admiring the floor boards, I was not prepared to walk out of the hallway and find my eyes locked with his. I couldn't decide, was he amused and arrogant or hot and needy. Probably a little of both, but having to resist the urge to take a dive and drown in the transparent depths of his eyes was not helpful. Finally breaking the trance he saluted with his right hand and entered the room. Definitely arrogant I thought.
And so the day proceeded. Sexy texting, challenging every word I said and lingering glances that left me with every nerve ending on edge and aching. Muscles tight and sore from sparring with desire all day I decided to skip the warm and fuzzy introduction dinner that night and head straight for the day spa to take advantage of the complimentary massage. One of the first to leave I quickly headed to the lift, as I entered I heard his voice rumbling in the background, chatting amicably to one of the other participants, contradicting the hot gaze I felt settling heavily on my back. Exiting the lift I walked quickly to my room. Entering the room I closed the door and leaned against it for support. With a deep sigh I wondered what would follow in the ensuing hours and vowed to stay in my room unless absolutely necessary. I was still angry at his ignorance since the 'incident' as I now referred to it in my mind and there was no way he was charming me back into his good graces or anything else for that matter.
Resolute now I rang the day spa, arranged the massage for 30 minutes time and changed into a bikini and full length sarong. A lot calmer now I checked my appearance in the mirror. Grateful that my flushed skin had returned to a natural hue and choosing to ignore the fire I saw simmering in my eyes I left the room and headed downstairs. Laying naked on the massage table with a warm towel underneath me and gentle hands administering a relaxation massage I closed my eyes and gave in to the moment. The faint warm glow from the rose scented candles and nature sounds echoing gently around the room created a perfect ambience and I drifted off into my own paradise....
I felt his warm calloused hands slide up my calf and bend my knee, bringing my foot up against his body. Feeling his shirt against my skin I wondered why he would still be clothed but couldn't find the strength to hold on to the question for more than a moment. I moaned as he gently massaged the arch of my foot, every stroke sending a direct hit to my clit and nipples. He gently laid my foot back on the bed and moved on to my calf muscle, working the muscles tenderly his hand moved to the inside of my thigh. Every nerve ending screaming I waited breathlessly for the stroke that would take away my pain. With every caress his fingers inched closer until I was sure he would hear the evidence of my readiness for him over the sounds of trickling water and birds calling.
The sounds of what?
I bolted upright on the table pulling the towel against my body. Staring into the face of the poor startled masseuse I struggled to gather a thought to explain my crazy behaviour. Damn. Was this going to be my fate all week? Concerned, the masseuse was asking me questions about my health. Was I feeling dizzy? Was I feeling breathless? Yes, I wanted to say. Yes. Yes to all. Dizzy, breathless, heart palpitating, all of the above. Oh, was I in trouble. After reassuring him as best I could I quickly donned the bikini and sarong and made a quick dash to the lift. Wondering if there was going to be enough places to hide this week even in a hotel this size, I headed for my room miserable and no better off.
