I'd been sulking for a week with little thought as to why. I think I was being deliberately obtuse as one tends to be when they don't want to face up to what is right in front of them. What was right in front of me was a woman I had fucked against her office door and desperately wanted again. I was sulking because I didn't know why I wanted her again. After the dismissal, abrupt and succinct as it was, you would think I'd stay far away from anything involving Clare Jennings.
But there she stood, red hair pulled back in an intricate up-do, lithe body encased in a black dress that stated calm professional but screamed shameless tease, and heels that practically begged take me. Sitting at my desk, I watched as she talked to another member of the advert team, Daniel I believe. Clare leaned over his desk, the muscles in her legs flexing, and pointed to something on his computer screen. Daniel wasn't paying attention. I know because I was watching him, but also because no one would have been able to with Clare's breasts so close to their face. She had to have noticed but unlike myself she didn't seem to care.
There had been a board meeting this morning, one I unfortunately had to attend, where I had been subjected to the same scene although involving different parties. Clare knew she was beautiful, sexy even, she used it to her advantage. No one had gotten a budget for a reshoot approved so quickly in all the time I had been working here. Even Sylvia had been left speechless as the board of directors practically handed Clare a blank check and said go wild. She'd sashayed around the board room, her heels clicking against the linoleum, her hips swaying seductively. Every man, and some of the women, in that meeting hadn't been able to take their eyes off her.
Kind of like I couldn't now. It was odd though, while I wanted Clare immensely, I wasn't thinking about what I wanted to do to her just now. I was focused on her yes, but my train of thought was more so on Daniel. What was he saying to get her to smile like that, to make her laugh so melodiously? Why wasn't he being abruptly dismissed. What the hell, I thought to myself as I turned back toward my computer screen. Was I jealous? And if I was, what exactly was I jealous of, Daniel? I scoffed at myself. That was absurd. Daniel was drooling over a woman I'd already had. She was a pipe dream to him while to me it had been a reality.
Unconsciously standing from my desk, I made my way over to the pair and cleared my throat. Clare stopped talking mid-sentence and looked over at me. I didn't miss the way her eyes narrowed before a small smile took over her lips, "Alex, hello. What can we do for you?"
"May I speak with you a moment?" I asked glancing at Daniel, "In private."
"Sure," Clare nodded, addressing Daniel she scribbled on a post it and placed it in front of him, "This is the number for the photographer I was talking about. Call him and set up an appointment for the end of the week please."
"Sure thing, Miss Jennings," Daniel nodded turning back to his computer screen as Clare led the way from his desk toward a back hallway.
Once we were far enough away from the advertising floor and I was sure no one was around, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me before kissing her. Clare grunted initially before tangling her hands in my hair and kissing me in return. I couldn't run my hands through her hair because of the up-do, so I found another place for them on her rear. Pulling her harder against me, I sucked her tongue and relished in the whimper that escaped her mouth before she pushed me back and away.
"Stop," Clare panted, her hand pressed against my chest to hold me at bay, "This isn't smart."
"What about this has been?" I asked a bit peeved at being denied.
Clare chuckled, "And yet here you are again with your tongue down my throat." The press of her palm turned into a claw as she pulled me within inches of her mouth once more, "If you want to fuck me again, I'll let you, just not here," she added pecking my lips.
I felt betrayed by my own voice as I heard myself ask, "Where?"
Fixing my hair in what was a surprisingly sweet gesture, Clare smirked, "Tonight, your place."
"My place?" I questioned.
"Mmhmm," Clare hummed leaning in to whisper in my ear, "You strike me as the type to know her way around a strap-on and I could use a hard, deep, fuck. Can you help me Alex?"
Gulping dry air as all the liquid in my body traveled south, I nodded, "Ye-yes."
Clare smiled seductively, "Good. Write down your address and leave it on my desk. Expect me around seven." I nodded once more, and Clare kissed my cheek before turning on her heels and walking away.
Seven came and went by half an hour and I felt like an idiot for sitting and waiting. I'd showered, had dinner and was on my second glass of wine by the time my doorbell rang. Sitting my glass down, I rose from the couch and made my way over to the front door. Opening the door, I stepped aside as Clare made her way past me. She had dressed down for the occasion, wearing dark jeans with a white button down tucked into them, her hair down and hanging past her shoulders.
