her
down to sit with him once they got there. He kept hold of her hand the whole
time, fearing that if he let go she would turn and bolt. "Did you and Scarlett
find time to talk about things today?"
Flushing
so deeply she was sure it would be visible through her makeup Carla nodded. She
was totally out of her element and knew it; she imagined he could hear her
heart, so loud did it seem to be beating in her chest. Doing her best not to
fidget she fought the urge to get up and pace, or run.
"Do
you remember what I told you last night, Carla? I need you to speak to me, and
to look at me when you do so." His voice was a step short of the
commanding tone he would normally have used with a submissive, Carla had yet to
agree to such a position and he realized he needed to moderate himself until
she did so to avoid scaring her off.
Carla
lifted her eyes to his. "D-do you think I c-could get a glass of
w-water?" she asked, thinking that if she wanted to actually talk to him
she needed to do something about her dry mouth, which was getting worse by the
second.
He
chuckled softly at her request, let go of her hands, and stood. "I think I
might be able to manage that. Wait here and I'll be right back." He
considered summoning a servant to fetch the water, but knew instinctively that Carla
needed some time to get herself under control so he left her alone, making his
way down to the kitchen.
Filling a
glass with ice he pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He thought
about offering her something stronger, since it was apparent she needed it, but
he wanted her clear-headed when they began their discussion. He made it a
policy not to mix alcohol with business, whether it was business business or
personal business, doing so invariably led to bad decisions, and he didn't want
Carla to regret anything she might agree to.
As he
walked back upstairs to his study with the glass and bottle of water he found
himself uncertain how to start the discussion that was to take place; he hadn't
experienced such uncertainty before and found himself wondering at the cause of
it.
When Jason
had left the room Carla stood and began pacing the study, trying to calm her
nerves. She told herself that it was just a meeting, and she shouldn't freak
out, part of her degree course had involved mock meetings to get her used to
such experiences, but part of her wondered if he was going to want to have sex
with her when the meeting was over and she worried about that. She wasn't sure
she was ready for that, even though she knew sex was a large part of what she
was there for.
In
opposition to the thought that he would want to have sex with her when the
meeting was over was the thought that he wouldn't. Carla wasn't sure which
possibility was worse.
She had no
idea what was going to happen, either during the meeting or after it, and not
knowing was making her a nervous wreck.
"Are you
going to touch me tonight?" Carla blurted the question the moment Jason
re-entered the study, her hand flew to her mouth the instant the words were
out, shocked that she had voiced what was on her mind.
He chuckled
deeply and held out the glass, which he filled from the bottle when she took it
from him. "I'm glad you found your voice, Sweetheart." He smiled as
she took the drink and took a long sip. "Why don't we sit and talk about
it." He had expected to have to coax her into opening up; it made things
much easier having her blurt out such a question.
Carla took
another sip of water, surprised that she was able to hold the glass without
dropping it, her hands were shaking that badly. Although she was embarrassed at
having blurted the question, now it was out in the open she felt less nervous.
"Sorry," she whispered as she returned to the couch and sat again.
He joined
her, resting his long arm on the back of the couch behind her. "Don't be
sorry. Tonight I want you to be completely open with me, I want you to ask and
say anything that comes into your mind. This is
down to sit with him once they got there. He kept hold of her hand the whole
time, fearing that if he let go she would turn and bolt. "Did you and Scarlett
find time to talk about things today?"
Flushing
so deeply she was sure it would be visible through her makeup Carla nodded. She
was totally out of her element and knew it; she imagined he could hear her
heart, so loud did it seem to be beating in her chest. Doing her best not to
fidget she fought the urge to get up and pace, or run.
"Do
you remember what I told you last night, Carla? I need you to speak to me, and
to look at me when you do so." His voice was a step short of the
commanding tone he would normally have used with a submissive, Carla had yet to
agree to such a position and he realized he needed to moderate himself until
she did so to avoid scaring her off.
Carla
lifted her eyes to his. "D-do you think I c-could get a glass of
w-water?" she asked, thinking that if she wanted to actually talk to him
she needed to do something about her dry mouth, which was getting worse by the
second.
He
chuckled softly at her request, let go of her hands, and stood. "I think I
might be able to manage that. Wait here and I'll be right back." He
considered summoning a servant to fetch the water, but knew instinctively that Carla
needed some time to get herself under control so he left her alone, making his
way down to the kitchen.
Filling a
glass with ice he pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He thought
about offering her something stronger, since it was apparent she needed it, but
he wanted her clear-headed when they began their discussion. He made it a
policy not to mix alcohol with business, whether it was business business or
personal business, doing so invariably led to bad decisions, and he didn't want
Carla to regret anything she might agree to.
As he
walked back upstairs to his study with the glass and bottle of water he found
himself uncertain how to start the discussion that was to take place; he hadn't
experienced such uncertainty before and found himself wondering at the cause of
it.
When Jason
had left the room Carla stood and began pacing the study, trying to calm her
nerves. She told herself that it was just a meeting, and she shouldn't freak
out, part of her degree course had involved mock meetings to get her used to
such experiences, but part of her wondered if he was going to want to have sex
with her when the meeting was over and she worried about that. She wasn't sure
she was ready for that, even though she knew sex was a large part of what she
was there for.
In
opposition to the thought that he would want to have sex with her when the
meeting was over was the thought that he wouldn't. Carla wasn't sure which
possibility was worse.
She had no
idea what was going to happen, either during the meeting or after it, and not
knowing was making her a nervous wreck.
"Are you
going to touch me tonight?" Carla blurted the question the moment Jason
re-entered the study, her hand flew to her mouth the instant the words were
out, shocked that she had voiced what was on her mind.
He chuckled
deeply and held out the glass, which he filled from the bottle when she took it
from him. "I'm glad you found your voice, Sweetheart." He smiled as
she took the drink and took a long sip. "Why don't we sit and talk about
it." He had expected to have to coax her into opening up; it made things
much easier having her blurt out such a question.
Carla took
another sip of water, surprised that she was able to hold the glass without
dropping it, her hands were shaking that badly. Although she was embarrassed at
having blurted the question, now it was out in the open she felt less nervous.
"Sorry," she whispered as she returned to the couch and sat again.
He joined
her, resting his long arm on the back of the couch behind her. "Don't be
sorry. Tonight I want you to be completely open with me, I want you to ask and
say anything that comes into your mind. This is
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