They had not been on speaking terms ever since they got back from Orlando last week. The trip has been filled with total bullshit. From one problem to the other till the whole trip was cut short because they couldn’t stand each other anymore. Immediately they arrived home they went their separate ways.
Although they lived in the same house they lived separate lives. They slept in separate rooms, ate at different times, left and returned home at different times until they were practically not seeing each other.
One night while she was on her bed reviewing some reports she saw that he had sent her an email. Rolling her eyes she opened it. She had to attend a lunch meeting with him the next day. She face palmed herself and closed her laptop, work time was over, its time to go to bed. Before she slept an idea popped into her head and she smiled. She was going to make this lunch as uncomfortable as possible.
They agreed to meet at the venue over an email. She decided to wear a white dress, the back dipped to her waistline exposing much of her back, the neckline dipped in a v shape exposing a slightly indecent amount of cleavage. It was fitted to the waist and loose at the bottom, stopping above her knee. Minimal amount of makeup was applied, she also wore silver heels with a matching clutch. Her phone, car keys, lipstick and her credit card were put into her purse as she left to the venue.
She arrived an hour late smiling like she had no single care in the world. She was escorted to the table. As she arrived the table all conversation stopped and they stared at her. His back faced her. Due to the sudden silence he turned around and his jaw literally dropped to the floor. She looked so fucking beautiful even if he was upset with her coming late but her beauty eradicated his anger till all he was left with was hunger, hunger for her. He snapped out of his dazed state and pulled a seat out for her as she sat.
“I’m so sorry for coming so late. I had some pressing issues to attend to that could not wait”.
“Its no problem”, Mr. Charles said.
“How can we hold a grudge against such a beautiful hardworking lady”, Mr. Jeff said staring at her cleavage shamelessly.
“What the hell are you wearing?”, he whispered to her annoyed.
“A dress”, she replied casually.
He hated the way the men’s eyes undressed her. The most irritating part was that they didn’t have the decency to hide their lustful stares and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it was killing him.
She casually placed her hand on his thighs stroking it. He instantly calmed down but she wasn’t done yet. She was on a mission. The appetizers were served and they ate in silence with occasional chatter.
He was watching her as she slowly ate, licking her lips teasing him. He couldn’t help but watch her tongue graze her lips wishing so badly that he could taste again. After their plates were taken away her hand went back on his lap, he placed his above hers, she immediately removed hers. When his hands were no longer on his laps, hers were back there he tried again but she removed hers, the same incident happened again and he realized that she didn’t want him to touch her so as her hands got back to his lap he didn’t make a move to touch her. Her hands trailed to his knees and went straight to his groin region. She teased his semi-awake cock. She teased with her fingers through his trousers. He didn’t stop her and he couldn’t understand why.
She spoke confidently to his colleagues acting so casual while her hands were causing chaos.
“What do you think darling?”. He didn’t even realize she was talking to him until she cleared her throat.
“I’m sorry what?”, he said still dazed .
“What do you think?”
“The proposal”, he was completely blank. The next thing he felt was her squeezing his cock through his pants, “Oh fuck!”
“What’s wrong darling?”, she asked innocently.
“Nothing”, he struggled to say.
After a while the main course was set before them and they dug in.
She moaned as she took the first bite, “Oh my goodness! This is delicious”.
“It’s the boeuf bourguignon, a French cuisine. I’m glad you like it.”, Mr. Greenwich commented.
“Indeed I do”, she smiled at him. “What do you think darling?”
“I think it’s wonderful”, he said with gritted teeth.
She was testing his patience and he knew she damn well knew it. She was baiting him and he was falling massively for it. A part of her meal rested on the edge of her lip, he took his napkin to help her but stopped when her tongue slowly wiped it up.
His cock was badly throbbing in his trousers, begging to be set free. His control was slipping and he didn’t know how long it would take before he took her hard and fast on the table. They had finished the main course and the waiters had cleared the table.
They continued in their discussion until her phone rang. “I’m so sorry but I have to take this”, she took her phone and excused herself, taking the eyes of the men on her trail. After a while she returned and picked up her clutch.
“We hope all is well”, Mr. Charles inquired.
“Everything is alright. I just have a very important meeting to attend to”.
“So we aren’t important. You wound me”, Mr. Jeff stated jokingly placing his hand on his chest.
“I believe I’ve spent most of my time here Mr. Jeff to prove your importance”, she smiled. “I had a wonderful time, I hope we could do this again sometime”
“Of course”, Mr. Greenwich said.
He stood up to escort her but she stopped him, “Darling don’t worry about it”.
“I insist”, he placed his hand on her back and escorted her to her car.
“Thank you”, she wrapped her right hand around his neck and kissed him, her left hand stroking his dick through his pants. His hand circled her in an attempt deepen the kiss, she immediately stept back and whispered into his ear, “I’ll see you at home”, she pecked his cheek and got into her car and drove off.
Mission complete.