Substitute by Isobel Rey Page A

wanted. He traced his fingers around the orbs of her breasts, leaving the nipples orphaned and unloved, aching for attention.
    ‘I knew you’d have gorgeous breasts. You look like a girl with really, really beautiful tits. Good enough to eat.’
    He bent his head, his tongue escaping his mouth to touch her left nipple almost imperceptibly. It was barely a touch, but it sent a shock wave right through Alexia. She had never felt this kind of electricity in her life. Was it Tony? Or was it the fact that they could be discovered at any moment? She didn’t know why; all she knew was that she didn’t want him to stop.
    He took her nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue over it. She moaned and he smiled on hearing her reaction. With his free hand he reached for her other nipple and gave it a gentle tug. Alexia thought she would come then and there. Could that be possible? Just from having him play with her breasts? But the pressure was mounting and she wanted release, oh how she wanted it.
    Suddenly Tony stood up. ‘Damn, we can’t!’ he said.
    ‘What?’ The word almost exploded from her mouth. She felt as if a blast of cold air had suddenly enveloped her.
    Tony’s blue eyes were slightly cloudy. She felt his hardness pressing against her, and knew he wanted her. What was he playing at?
    ‘God, this is crazy, but Nathan needs me in the office. I only came in to get some blank contract copies. He’ll be wondering where the hell I am.’
    Nathan? Her head swam. Alexia suddenly felt very naked and very exposed. She pulled her blouse over her exposed breasts.
    ‘Oh God, that’s a shame!’ said Tony, and buried his head once more in her cleavage.
    She almost fell back over the table. He picked up his head again.
    ‘We have to do this – we absolutely have to –’ He gave a low growl. ‘But not now.’
    Alexia was embarrassed and furious. Her emotions were flying around faster than her hormones.
    ‘No, we don’t!’ she spat.
    ‘Hey, come on. It’s just bad timing. We have to …’
    ‘No, we don’t.’ She was emphatic. She frantically did up the buttons of her blouse, her breasts tucked safely back into the embrace of her bra. She was pushing her blouse back into her skirt and trying to compose herself.
    ‘You want to, you know you do. What’s wrong with that?’ Tony protested.
    ‘Look, you caught me. I was … I wasn’t thinking.’
    ‘Well, that’s your problem. Too much thinking. You just have to feel it – and, gorgeous girl, you are definitely feeling it …’
    He reached to put his hand on her hip but she twisted away.
    ‘No Tony, stick to Phillipa. She’s obviously happy with a knee-trembler in the office, but not me, OK?’
    She pushed past him and dashed out into the long corridor; she wanted to get away as quickly as possible. What the hell was going on in her life? She seemed to be spending all of it running away.
    As she reached the end of the corridor, she went to grab the door handle but stumbled on her heels as the door was flung open towards her. She suddenly found herself crashing into someone, then strong arms grabbed her shoulders and stopped her falling over. For a split second, she wondered what had happened. And then she smelt it, that soft, sexy aftershave. She looked up and realised that the person who was holding her up, holding her at arm’s length, was Nathan.
    They stood staring at each other. She was startled, he looked puzzled. She wanted to fall, fall straight into his arms as they seemed the safest place to be at that point.
    ‘Are you all right?’ he asked, his voice as soft as the musk that invaded her nostrils and wrapped itself around her.
    He was tall, and lowered his head to look into her eyes. She knew she must look strange; slightly wild, upset, flushed. Their eyes locked. There was an expression on his face she couldn’t read. Not like the last time, this one was … Was what? Concern?
    She tried to speak, but couldn’t find her voice; she felt as