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I hung my head in defeat. She wasn’t going to lay off, and I couldn’t deny my insane curiosity about just what she had in mind. “Remind me to never give you bourbon ever again. But sure, okay. Fine. You got me. Proceed with your proposition.”
“I’m a grown woman now,” she answered quickly. “And I’m no virgin. Believe me. I like a good, no strings attached romp in the sack as much as any one of your business associates…all young and free and driven. All I’m suggesting is one night. Tonight, preferably. You and I both know there’s a suffocating sexual tension that’s been building between us from the moment we saw each other again. I think the best course of action is to get it out of our systems. Then we can move on like nothing ever happened.”
“That’s rarely how it works with women. Especially when you’re so insistent,” I laughed. “If you cared so little, you wouldn’t be so pushy about it.”
“I’m always pushy about what I want,” she assured me. “But don’t mistake that for an indicator of how much I would care if you still refused. You’re not going to hurt my feelings any, believe me. Sure, I had a crush on you when I was in highschool. And yes, I am still very attracted to you now. But I don’t have time for love or complicated feelings and neither do you. The complications are the very thing I’m trying to avoid. If we just get it over with, we’ll both think more clearly.”
“And what happens when the need arises again?” I asked.
“I have other outlets,” she shrugged. “As I’m sure you do as well.”
My hand flew over my face with an unwelcome, but all too important reminder. “Shit. You’re engaged. Why are you even talking about this when you’re engaged? Clever trick. You almost made me forget about that for a moment.”
“That’s funny,” she smirked. “So did I.”
“Like I said…I’m never giving you bourbon again,” I huffed. “Look, I get what you’re saying…and sure, I’d love to say fuck it and bend you over right here and now. But I’m not going to let either one of us go there tonight. Or any night. So can we please just go back to work?”
“Suit yourself,” she chirped with a roll of her shoulder.
Like some switch had been flipped, she turned her attention back to the contracts and acted like nothing ever happened. I was starting to realize I may have been in over my head with her. It wasn’t so easy for me to snap back to normal when I still had all the urges she conjured up pumping through my body.
But I tried my best to sit back down and chill out. I might have succeeded had she not proceeded to throw out subtle modes of seduction over the next half hour. My pen tapping resumed as she leaned forward and back in her chair with discontented sighs—any way she could contort her body to emphasize her ample cleavage or the curves of her body.
“Stop it,” I finally snapped, trying not to look up as I said it.
“Stop what?” she feigned innocence.
“You know what you’re doing,” I grumbled.
“And it’s driving you mad, isn’t it?” she teased. “I knew it. You want me.”
“No one’s debating that.”
“But you’re not man enough to do anything about it,” she sighed, prancing over to the coffee machine to pour another cup.
With her mug full, she approached me again and held it out for another splash of bourbon.
“I told you. No more,” I scolded.
“Are you enjoying telling me ‘no’ so much?”
That was when I lost it. I flew to my feet again, but this time instead of stepping back—I went lunging forward. My body hummed with the closeness of her heat as I kept moving forward, backing her up against the wall until my chest was pressed against hers.
“Don’t act so naive,” I growled, letting my lips drift entirely too close to hers. “You know damn well I want you. Because who the hell wouldn’t? Look at you. But isn’t there some other poor guy out there who’s ten years your senior without so many ties to your career and your family? Like…oh, I don’t know…Your fiance?”
“He’s only six months my senior,” she defended, her eyes sparking into mine. “Maybe that’s what’s been missing between us. Maybe I’m more into older men than I ever realized. I think I should find out before I walk down the aisle…and maybe you can help me with that.”
My lips parted, but I was out of words. The only thing left to do was to give in and let my mouth go crashing into hers, but I resisted a moment longer. I was going to at least make the most effort I could in holding out…even if this thing between us was starting to feel inevitable.
“You know, one of the fantasies I used to have about you was that my mother would ask you to babysit me,” she went on to explain, driving the knife in deeper. “I used to imagine that I’d be in my room…touching myself. And then you’d barge in without knocking…and punish me for being such a bad girl.”
Everything inside of me, including any ounce of resolve I had left, completely melted. “You are a bad girl. A very bad girl.”
