This is torture, cruel and unusual torture. The worst part is that he can’t do a single thing about it. He could but he just wouldn’t do it. It would frustrate him more if he did it than if he didn’t, so its better to duffer in silence?
“Come in”, she walked in dressed in a fitted long sleeve purple dress that showed minimal amount of cleavage, leaving much to the imagination.
She was always professional with him. Addressing him with ‘sir’, he hated it but she wouldn’t budge to referring to him by his first name when they were in private. She was too professional, showing no emotion like a robot and it drove him insane, especially when he tries to flirt with her. That wasn’t even the worst part.
That part was when she would wear sexy clothes, which she does everyday, lean over his desk to explain or point things out for him. Another is the way she walks. Its like she has a special sexy way of walking whenever he was around. It was alluring and completely seductive. The one thing that gave him an instant hard on would be when she licks her lips so slowly then bites it looking straight into his eyes.
Every single day she would perform her duties with such efficiency and professionalism yet so sexually. He wasn’t sure of she was doing it on purpose or that was just how she was.
She dropped the files and was about to leave when he called her back, “Yes sir”.
“Could you please come over here”, she walked back to his desk.
“Sir?”
“I would like some clarification from you on these files”.
“What exactly would you like me to clarify?”, he picked the files and look at them.
“Come here”
“I am here”
“I meant beside me”
“I’m capable of assisting you from my position”
“Don’t be so uptight about it. I just want you to go through these with me.”, she sat across him.
“Okay fine”, he gave up and began reading it. Then he felt something crawl up his legs. He reclined into his chair and looked under the table only to find her legs, bare foot caressing his.
Those feet were too familiar. Those feet were the exact feet that made him sit down in club later than usual. Those feet were the exact feet that held her body on that pole that very night. Those feet were the same ones he dreamt about being wrapped around his as she held up against him as he made her scream out his name in pleasure.
Those feet that made him go back to that club throughout that week searching for her unsuccessfully. Those feet that made him meet with the manager of the club to ask about her and found out she was only performing for that night only and he had no way to communicate with her personally. Those feet that made him trace the club in Australia that she was sent from and found out that she was untraceable. Those feet that made him take a ‘business trip’ to Australia to search for her himself. Those feet that made him look for a private investigator to search for her and still is yet to come up with any information about her. Those feet that haunted his mind constantly. Those feet that he wanted from the moment he saw then and he would make sure he had them. These exact same feet were seated across from him teasing his very existence and he was 100% sure that those feet belonged to ‘THE VIXEN”.
He looked directly into her dazzling green eyes and stared determinately that he would get her by any means necessary.