Seduction by Various Page B

‘Why is that?’
    I traced the seam of my cleavage with my fingernails. I had just had them done a lovely shade called Dame Red. ‘I am trying to build my portfolio and your restaurant is one of the most popular in the city. I figure, I can give you deep discounts and you can give me a great reputation.’ When I said ‘deep’, I leaned in towards him as if to tell him a secret. Samuel is a stern man. Friendly but strait-laced. Serious almost. But for a moment, I swear, if he could have dived head first in between my breasts he would have.
    â€˜That sounds interesting,’ he said to my left nipple. Both nipples peaked against the soft black material. I was
sans
bra so visibility was roughly one hundred per cent. ‘Do you have a colour scheme?’
    â€˜Actually, I have two. I can’t quite decide,’ I confessed.
    â€˜Can you sketch them up for me?’ He shook his head softly like a man coming out of a trance.
    â€˜Absolutely. And since I will be back tomorrow for lunch as usual, I’ll bring them with me.’
    â€˜Then lunch can be on me. A business expense,’ he said.
    I noticed for the first time how very imposing Samuel Radcliff was. How very blue his eyes were, like well-washed denims. And how very broad his shoulders were. My mouthwent a little dry but my pussy grew wet. When he stared at me that way, I didn’t give two shits about getting his business or foiling the young Mrs Radcliff’s plans. ‘Oh. Well, thank you.’
    I stood a little too quickly and my heel turned. Samuel steadied me with a strong hand on my arm. Heat flooded me and my face flushed. His lips were very red and his stubble, just beginning to appear, was very dark. I suppressed the urge to run my fingers over his jaw to hear that coarse, somehow sexy sound. ‘Easy there, Jillian. Be careful.’
    â€˜Sorry,’ I mumbled. Somehow the tables had been turned and now I wriggled like the worm on the hook. ‘I’m so clumsy. Free lunch wasn’t my intent,’ I said just for the record.
    â€˜I know that. But you eat like a bird! Even I can feed a bird. And the bird will bring me beautiful artistic sketches of a revamped restaurant. But I know it wasn’t your intent.’ He leaned in as if to give me the standard business peck on the cheek. Instead, he pressed his full lips to my ear and said, ‘I think you have malicious intent, Jillian. But that’s OK. I like it.’
    Then he kissed my ear so softly I shivered. Then he turned on his heels. I left a ten on the table and walked outside to catch my breath. My heart was like a jackrabbit, my belly full of butterflies, and the crotch of my purple silk panties was soaked.
    â€˜Malicious intent. Yes, sir. I believe you are right’, I said aloud. But the only one to hear was me.
    I really did have two colour schemes in mind and I sketched them both out that night. It was truly one of those few times that I would joyfully let the boss decide because I loved them both. Thinking of Samuel as my boss gave me a delicious little shiver. It brought to mind having bound wrists and red bottoms freshly spanked and maybe a nipple clamp or two.
    â€˜Get a hold of yourself, woman,’ I said to myself, sketching furiously to keep myself focused. I tried to ignore the vividmemory of his lips on my ear and the racing nerves along my neck and shoulders from his hot breath. I failed.
    I dropped the sketch pad on the floor and hiked up my nightgown. The night was warm but not hot. The shades were up but I was below my neighbours’ line of sight, I was almost sure. At that point, I didn’t much care. My fingers played over my clit and my body hummed with a heat and desire that can only come from pure lust. Tight little circles pushed me so far so fast I hovered right there, Samuel’s big broad shoulders and dark-blue eyes firmly in my mind’s eye. The imagined picture of his hands gripping my