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The prospect made the knot in Richard’s gut tighten and he was torn between terror and being a little turned on. “That’s cool. Well, thanks Rebecca. I owe you-”
“Urh, Mr Martin, could I have a word with you? Um…”
“Ah, well, now isn’t really the best time. You caught us at a bit of a bad moment and-”
“Aw, don’t be silly Dick, we can spare the girl a moment,” McClaine’s eyes glittered darkly as he gave the girl a slow, less than subtle once over.
Rebecca quickly twisted away from his scrutiny. “Er- no! No, I understand.” Then she gave Richard a sideways glance, a small smile curling those lush pink lips. “If you want, you could just pop round later… If you have the time that-that is, that is, please, I don’t want to put you out and my dad will be out so -”
“Ah… No, that’s alright.” Remembering her standing at the door in that little black thing, Richard swallowed. He couldn’t be alone with her, not there. He was safe here. This was his work; she wouldn’t try anything here.
And more importantly, nor would he.
He glanced nervously at his co-workers. They were both grinning like a pair of mangy hyenas. “Mind giving us a minute, lads?”
“Sure.” McClaine gave Sing a nudge. “Come on Apu, let us leave Dick Hefner here to tend to his little lady friend.” However, he paused by the door after the smaller man had gone through and threw a sideways glance back at Richard. “Oh, and enjoy yourself Dick, you’re more in need of a blow job than any other white man in history.”
Bastard.
Richard cursed and turned away, flipping him the V-Sign over his shoulder. It was an almost impotent retort, but it was the best he could do with Rebecca in such close proximity. He couldn’t risk over reacting. He couldn't take the chance of giving his work mate cause to think something was going on.
So he kept his attention locked on his screen, even after the door shut and the laughter drowned out by the hum of computer drives. Yet his eyes had a mind of their own and every few moments he caught himself glancing over in her direction as Rebecca jumped up to perch her ripe little derriere on the edge of his desk, her pencil skirt riding up as she crossed her legs to flash him a hint of thigh.
Thighs that had been wrapped around him just days ago.
Growing ever more aware of the stiffness between his legs, while his guts twisted into knots, Richard swivelled around to face her, blindly tapping a few keys to minimise the spreadsheets. Not that he thought she would have any interest in them, but PPI was such a hot topic, better safe than sorry.
Forcing down a dry swallow, he smiled pleasantly at her. “So, what’s so urgent?”
“Well… I wanted to… um it’s just that… Well…” She looked away, a blush staining her cheeks a dusty pink. “I’m sorry. About what happened on Friday, I don’t know what got into me…”
“I think I have some idea.” He couldn’t help a dry chuckle.
“I didn’t mean like that,” Rebecca laughed, the sound high and girlish, breaking the tension that had been building between them.
For a moment.
Then the dam broke, and she started to cry. Fat, glassy tears rolled down her checks in rivers. “I’m so sorry, Mr Martin. I didn’t mean for it to happen. Please, please don’t hate me. I- I couldn’t…”
Her tears raked him. “Hey, hey, hey, come here.” Richard opened his arms. She all but threw herself at him, burying her face into his neck and sobbing loudly as he hugged her back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It wasn’t your fault. Everything just happened so fast...”
Not sure what else to do, he held her till the tears passed, and then he continued to hold her, rocking gently from side to side. It felt good to hold her like this. She felt good. Her hair was silky soft against his cheek. That lean athlete’s build fitting against him so perfectly, warm and so very inviting. Those lush young breasts pushing against his chest through the material of her uniform, tipped by dusky nipples that just begged to be sucked.
“Mr Martin?” Rebecca voiced, her tone shaky and uncertain, and he was suddenly aware she was looking down. Down at where the bulge was pitching a tent in his trousers.
Oh shit…
Heat burned across his cheeks as her head tilted back up to his, those full lips curling into a sly feline smirk.
“H-how was the market?”
No sooner had the words left his mouth, he knew they were a mistake.
Only, he had no idea what else to say. The question was the first thing that came to mind that didn’t also involve the words fuck, cunt, cock, tits or cum- in one insidious combination or another.
“Oh… It’s amazing!” She positively beamed at the question, her big doe eyes lighting up with mischief. “There are so many stalls this year, and the costumes. It’s just like something out of Dickens' times.”
“That’s… nice. Err Rebecca I have to-"
