I pulled into the parking lot early as usual. I couldn't seem to make myself show up late for work. As I started walking towards the door I heard a car break squeal and looked up just in time to see the front grill of a BMW, I was paralyzed in fear but he stopped just in time. I let go an audible gasp of relief as he jammed the car into reverse and pulled quickly into a parking spot.
"Hey!" he called from his window as he jumped from behind the wheel. I stopped walking away and turned wondering if he was going to yell at me. "Are you all right?" he asked striding towards me and stopping way to close to me, invading my personal space just as his flashy car had done. He was a tall man, towering over me. His skin was darker than mine but it was his eyes flashing and full of emotion that caught my attention. He grabbed me gently by the shoulders. I was shaking like a leaf, staring up at him.
"I'm sorry sir; I should have been paying more attention." I mumbled turning, and trying to get away before I embarrassed myself by drooling on him.
"I'm the one who should apologize, I was driving like a maniac, are you sure you're all right, your shaking." He looked me up and down as his hands rubbed my arms in a friendly way. His eyes stopped dead when he got to my chest, my silk shirt was doing nothing to hide my taunt and very erect nipples, his gaze stayed there much longer than it should. By the time he looked back at my face I was blushing furiously. "At least let me buy you a cup of coffee." He said as he brushed a stray hair off of my cheek. The familiar gesture had my stomach flipping and I just stood there and nodded. "Let me get my briefcase." He said turning and pulling me towards his car. He didn't let go of me the entire time. He pulled his case from the passenger seat and then his hand slid to the small of my back. I jumped in surprise but instead of moving away, he let his fingers gently rub back and forth soothing and teasing against the hem of my blouse. The scent of his cologne was sensual, not unlike the man. I had never been paid so much attention to by such an attractive man and the effect was leaving me tongue tied.
We sat down at a small table and he went and brought the coffee to me. As he set it in front of me and sat down he reached over taking my hand in his. We both just looked at the way his dark fingers contrasted with my pale skin. He entwined his fingers with mine rubbing them slowly up and down. The simple act had me squirm in my seat. It was then that he looked up. Without a doubt he knew it excited me, a slow arrogant grin spread over his face, his teeth gleaming at me, his eyes glowing with the knowledge of my arousal.
"You don't talk very much do you?" He asked taking a sip of his coffee his eyes steady on mine.
"I...no it's just that..." I paused and felt the blush rising again. "You make me nervous." I finally blurted out and his grin widened.
"Is that such a bad thing?" He asked clearly waiting for an answer. I wanted to bury my head under the table. His phone rang saving me from having to answer. I sipped my coffee and enjoyed watching him as he spoke on the phone. His voice had a slight accent and yet I couldn't seem to place it. His dark hair was curly and it made me want to touch it. He spoke with such authority and precision; it was obvious he was a man who possessed great control and yet there was something else bubbling just below the surface, a passionate ruthlessness that probably drew women to him like moths to the flame. His fingers tightened on mine and very deliberately he rubbed his thumb into the palm of my hand as he watched me, I tried not to squirm this time. I was sure he was just toying with me. Why would this beautiful man waste his time with an older married woman when he could be with anyone he chose. My vulnerability had me pulling back, both my hand and my emotions.
"I should go." I whispered trying to retrieve my fingers. He held me firmly not relinquishing my hand
"Let me call you back." He said into the phone and rung off. "Why are you running from me?" He asked standing up and still refusing to let go.
"I don't want to be late for work." I said unable to think of anything else. "Thank you for the coffee." I said in barely above a whisper.
"At least tell me your name." He said his eyes staring down once again at our entwined fingers and then back into mine.
"My name's Marie, I work up on the top floor." I stammered taking a step back and towards the door. He followed me closing the distance between us still hovering in my personal space.
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" He asked even as his fingers brushed against my wedding ring.
"I can't, and I can't imagine you mean it." I blurted out. Tugging my hand free I bolted for the door. I thought I heard him laugh as I pushed through the door.
I tried to concentrate on my work, yet my mind kept drifting back to the morning, I was already fantasizing about feeling his hands on me, watching them slide over my skin, and wondering what it would feel like. I pressed my thighs together, I was half way to an orgasm already and just a couple well placed touches would send me over the edge. At least I would have something to think about when I slipped between the sheets tonight I thought to myself. Looking down at the papers in front of me I tried once again to concentrate on my work.
"Hey Marie, it looks like your husband sent you some flowers." Marsha set a vase down on my desk. "He must have done something really bad to send an arrangement like this." She grinned at me and walked away. I stared at the arrangement of Lilacs and Lilys and fumbled with the card. My whole body trembled as I read the card
"Marie, I love the way your hand looks in mine." It was signed Randy. I read it again and remembered, shutting my eyes and letting the memory fill my senses. I spent the rest of the morning glancing up and smiling, and drinking in the fragrance of my favorite blooms. I didn't see him again for about a week and then as fate would have it, it was my turn to apologize. I pulled into the parking spot and tapped the bumper of his car, there was a slight dent. For a split second I thought about moving my car and saying nothing, but then common courtesy not to mention a crazy desire to see him again overcame me. I ran up to my office and dropped off my purse and coat and then headed down to the 10th floor to face the music.
His office was very much like him, dark extremely ordered with an air of arrogance that was visible right down to his assistant who gave me a rather snooty look as he looked down his nose at me.
"Do you have an appointment?" He asked
"No, but I need to speak to Mr. Marconi, (thank goodness I had found his name on the directory in the lobby) Its about his car."
"And you are?" He asked barely concealing his inpatients.
"Look, I hit his car in the parking lot, would you get him please?" the man grinned in what could only be thought of as glee and spoke into the intercom.
"Mr. Marconi, there is a woman out here that says she hit your car in the parking lot." There was a shout from inside the office before he even completed the sentence. The office door slammed open and there he was. He looked furious his hands were clenched at his sides and then he saw me and stopped still.
"Marie?" he asked "You hit my car?" He stood tense and waiting for a reply.
"Could we go into your office?" I asked trying not to look at his simpering assistant. He suddenly realized we were standing in the reception area and moved out of the way motioning me into his office.
"Carl, get an estimate of damage immediately!" I heard him bark before slamming the door behind him.
