Leaning against her desk, Raven hung back in the crowd at her stupid office party.
She hated how much of what was going on would end up in a disaster of office gossip and nonsense the next day while she remained silent and unnoticed. The weird one who got the job done, Raven preformed her duties as a secretary better than anyone else could have imagined.
Yet here she was with only a watered down drink, her normal anger at the system, and a crappy pay check to show for all that hard work.
Oh and let's not forget that she lived alone.
Peter approached her with a dopey grin on his face.
Raven groaned.
His fading hairline and bags under those gray eyes gave away his age. The fact that he wore white irritated her too. But still she had to play nice. He was her boss. "Any chance you're free and want to cut this party short?"
She kept her tone neutral. "Afraid not. Having too much fun here."
He sighed and gave her that longing look most men his age did when they saw her.
She adjusted the navy blue blazer she wore to cover a pristine white shirt. Goddess she hated how she had to conform here. Even down to the blue skirt she wore, thigh highs and six inch heels, she looked like the others. It was a saving grace that she was able to wear her garter belt with the stockings and the lacy bra she wore to make her feel sexy. The thin scrap of lace that barely covered her pussy completed the feeling.
She shrugged and knocked back her watered down scotch with a gasp. The alcohol tasted like shit due to the fact that it was a cheap scotch, but it was alcohol.
It would get her fucked up enough so that she could forget going home to an empty house.
Peter offered her one last kind smile but made his way back to the main area where most of her co-workers converged.
Running a hand through her midnight blue hair, she set her cup down and made her way towards the bartender. "Hit m e again, jack." She held out her hand.
The bartender gave her a cockeyed grin and poured another drink for her.
Narrowing her eyes, she leaned closer. She didn't bother to hold her tongue.
"Make it a double. I'm leaving after this. And don't fucking water it down."
He nodded and handed her a drink.
She ran a hand through her loose strands and let it fan out over her shoulders.
She shouldn't be here. Looking around at her co-workers annoyed her. Tina, the drunk who ran accounting was going through a nasty divorce and had been up to her eyeballs in scotch earlier, was now dancing on top of the table with a few of the department heads cheering her on.
Her expression looked dead, Raven decided.
And Mike, good old Irish Catholic Mike, was standing in the corner lecturing some poor woman about the evils of the queer rights organizations. Dressed in a ratty t-shirt and black pants that were too tight for his fat ass, he ran a hand through his mullet and continued to 'talk' to the poor little sap that bothered to listen to him.
Every time he opened his mouth he proved he was an idiot.
When he went on his gay bashing tirades, the desire to get fucked up the ass increased.
Raven snorted. "Fat bastard." She sipped her drink, scanned the pathetic crowd she forced herself to see every day and then decided to leave. Slamming her scotch, she coughed from the burn of cheap liquor before setting her glass down. "I'm out." She waved and slipped past a few desks into the hall where she bumped into a solid wall.
With an oomph, she turned around to see that the wall wasn't a wall but a wall of muscle.
Romyn stood with dark eyes and that dangerous smile he always wore. The smile made her shiver but she held her ground. It was those lips that caught every female within one hundred yards off guard.
Even Raven.
She swore no man would get the better of her.
"Hello," he held her shoulders firmly in strong hands.
Long dark hair had been tied back and hung down over a fitted suit coat that emphasized a slender yet built body. Long slacks hung off hips she felt certain were made of steel.
She remained paralyzed by the predatory stare in his icy blue eyes.
He raked his gaze over her and her cheeks flushed with heat.
Her panties grew damp. Damn him! "Romyn." She gave him a curt nod and tried to maneuver around him.
Yet the sheer size of his body towering over hers made it seem impossible.
His lips curled upwards in a wicked grin. "Going somewhere? It's not like you to leave a company party early."
That deep rumbling voice did things to her insides that made her want to shed the crappy corporate restraints she'd forced herself into daily and crawl all over his body until she'd taken her fill of his cock, and then some.
Men like him were a danger to not only her libido but her heart as well. "I see you're not with Alex."
"No," Romyn sighed, "I had to make an appearance at this droll charade and then I'm off to meet him downtown. You should join us." He stepped back and held out his hand.
You know you want to. The thought whispered across her mind like silk across her lush body at night and reminded her of her toys, only naughtier.
She coughed. "I can't. Afraid I've got a ton of work to do and," she coughed again, "I think I'm coming down with something."
"That something," he nodded, "is office boredom. The staff here is so incompetent
I barely can't believe they're allowed to work for Alex. But," he sighed, gave a shrug of his shoulders and raked his eyes over her body once more, "so be it. I can't control how he runs his company. However," his mouth hung open, inviting a blatant offer for a kiss Raven knew she better not take, "there's nothing wrong with you that a great night out can't fix."
She blushed. That act alone reminded her why she hated being near Romyn or his equally attractive friend Alex. The two men weren't just eye candy.
They were Lust Incarnate.
Her pussy clenched in anticipation of images now filling her mind. She turned away from Romyn, ever so slightly. Coughing again, she tried to fake a sneeze but
nothing came out.
The depth of his voice added to arousal already building low in her body. He leaned forward, his mouth brushing lightly over her ear, "I think a better quality scotch would help that cold, Miss Raven."
Suddenly she found herself being escorted down the hall towards the parking garage. Unable to stop herself, she let his long fingers caress her wrist. The pad of his thumb worked over her palms and sent signals racing towards her throbbing clit
