I looked up from the paperwork in front of me as my assistant, Corinne, greeted me with a cheery "good morning", reminding me of a 9 a.m. appointment I had with you.
I nodded, acknowledging her reminder, and turned back to my desk, trying to ignore the nervous butterflies in my stomach. The thought of seeing you again after so many years filled me with nervous excitement. There had always been an intense chemistry between us, but neither of us had ever been game to really act on it - or follow through. Our relationship had never progressed any further than friends, despite the few kisses occasionally stolen throughout the years.
We had lost contact a few years after graduating school, and you had reached out to me recently. Granted, I worked for a firm that was outstanding in our field - but we generally worked with a higher level of complexity than you required, lending me to the conclusion that your appointment today was not out of necessity (although we'd still get the job done), but rather a want to see me - for which I was very glad.
The ringing of my office phone startled me out of my reverie. I pressed the speaker button and heard our receptionist announce your arrival. I gulped down my nerves as I answered, "thank you" and collected your file. I paused briefly at the reception door, gathering myself to the professional demeanour I maintained for clients. I pushed the door open and I was greeted with the sight of you.
"Pete!" I smiled widely as you looked up, our eyes meeting.
"Jessica," you smirked back at me, coolly, "it's been a while".
"Too long," I responded, earnestly, subtly swaying as I moved nervously under your gaze. "Come on through" I said, turning and gesturing for you to follow me through to our boardroom.
Once inside the door, I turned around to close the door after you walked through and was met with an intense gaze. I gulped as I saw the carnal hunger in your eyes, suddenly realising that my black shirt and pencil skirt hugged my curves closer than you had ever seen before, and only emphasised my figure. You were looking at me as though you could eat me alive; I pushed the door shut behind you as you enveloped me in a tight hug.
"God, it's good to see you again," you said, as you pulled me close, my body tight against yours. Feeling my body pressed against you, I had the sudden realisation that my nerves were unjustified. The heat between us was palpable, but you weren't going to get away with teasing me without retaliation. I wondered what it was going to take to push you to the point of crossing the line of friendship, thinking that testing the boundaries might turn out to be an interesting experiment.
I grinned as I pulled back. "You too, Pete". I lowered myself to the chair at the side of the table, as you sat across from me. Your eyes were glued to my every movement, watching the creamy skin of my thighs under the black lace cut outs of my skirt as I crossed my legs.
Your eyes met mine, and I could see how hungry you were for me. I smirked at you as I pulled myself into the table. This could get interesting...and I was convinced that the best way to fuel this fire was for me to pretend there was nothing going on.
"So," I started brightly, "we're taking care of your Will today?"
You nodded at me, looking up from my chest to meet my eyes. "Yes," you answered vaguely, somewhat distracted.
"Tell me what you'd like to do with your Estate then," I asked, maintaining my professional demeanour as I listened to your instructions, taking notes while you talked. Looking up a few times as I asked questions, your eyes met mine. The dark hunger in your eyes sent a shiver through my body, feeling how badly I wanted you. Ignoring the tension, I focused on the appointment, knowing that not acknowledging the heat between us would drive you crazy.
Luckily, as I knew your family, I had anticipated your instructions and had drafted your Will based on my assumptions. As I was largely accurate, there were only minor amendments required to my drafts, and I made light conversation with you as I typed these. I looked across to you a few times, laughing and smiling as you told me what you and your family had been up to since we last talked; the job changes, the new relationships and nephews, and how well things were going for you. Regardless of all else, I was so pleased to see my school friend happy.
As I finished typing, I asked you to draw your attention to the screen. Starting to scroll through the document we had prepared, I asked to you read it through to ensure it was correct as I explained the various sections to you. As I looked over to you occasionally, each time I noticed that your attention was not on the screen as I had asked, but rather on the cheeky glimpse of my milky DD breasts that was revealed by the peep hole in my shirt.
The last time I caught you, I called you on it. "Pete," I said, stern but cheeky. "I need you to focus".
You looked up at me, meeting my eyes with a smirk. "I am focussed," you told me.