Here’s a little more of The Secretary. If you missed the first part. Read this first.

The Secretary, 2
Flirtation

Her

“Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say?”

I laughed, almost spitting my coffee, “How much did you miss?” He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, “that much huh?” He is sexy, I thought to myself. Perhaps I should just fuck him now, so we can get past that. He had really full lips and I wondered what they would feel like sucking on my nipples. I could feel them getting hard under my blouse and wished I had worn a thicker sweater.
I set my coffee on the desk that now had a few of my own personal item on it- and walked around it, past him and sat down on the futon, crossing my legs, but allowing my skirt to fall over my thighs but not covering my knees. “I said that you have a nice house and asked how long have you lived here. I asked if you like to listen to music when you are working, because I really do. I commented that the coffee was good.”

He was smiling, his eyes dark and thoughtful and clearly not listening. He was looking at my legs. I thought I would get his attention quick since he was clearly distracted by me. In one swift move, I pulled my skirt over my knees and opened my legs beneath it, most likely giving him a shot of white lace with him standing and me sitting lower than a normal couch. With my legs open and my skirt now covering me, I placed my hands on my knees.

He flinched at my movement and I was certain he caught a glimpse of me- in the perfect Sharon Stone/ Fatal Attraction fashion. He took a quick breath in through his nose, and made eye contact with me, “I’m sorry?”

I smiled again, “I said, are you going to arrest me for smoking?”

He recognized the line, and connected it to the moment and laughed out loud. His laugh filled the room, and the attraction pulled at something in the small of my back. He turned away from me and walked back towards my desk, talking to me as he glanced over my personal items.

“So, I hope you like the coffee. I don’t drink it very often, but feel free to make yourself a pot of coffee whenever you want some. Make yourself at home- if you want to bring anything from home to put in the fridge, whatever special coffee creamer you like or whatever. There is a spare bedroom down the hall if you need some privacy. Do you mind if we listen to the radio?- I like music while I’m working.”

I walked past him down the hall to the front room where I had seen the stereo and turned the volume back up. Alannah Myles was bellowing out Black Velvet and it filled the house. I stood in front of the stereo, closed my eyes and sang along, allowing my body to move in the overtly sexual fashion in which the song was sung.

“Up in Memphis the music’s like a heatwave
White Lightning, bound to drive you wild
Mama’s baby’s in the heart of every school girl
“Love me tender” leaves ‘em crying in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true.
Always wanting more, he’d leave you longing for.
Black Velvet in that little boys smile….”

“Wow” came from down the hall. I turned to see him standing at the end of the hall, watching me. I was momentarily embarassed that he caught me dancing and singing, probably off key but he kept talking, “I’m sorry to be such a…guy….you are just, very attractive.”

I walked towards him, slowly and when I got in front of him, I put my hand on his chest and said in a low voice, “Well, sexual tension is just one of the skills I bring with me. I just don’t mention it on my resume.” I allowed my fingers to drag across his chest as I walked back towards the office, “Lets get to work.”