Law of Attraction
Rebecca Gibson
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Copyright 2013 Rebecca Gibson
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Law of Attaction
Jenna was rudely hushed into silence as the new company lawyer walked into the office.
She hadn't really wanted to discuss why another one of her first dates had failed, so it was a relief when her supervisor, Marie, motioned for her to stop talking and look busy.
'Morning,' he said, and both women watched Emile bewitch the room with his daily predatory prowl through the office.
He addressed a giggling legal secretary and Jenna spied on his neat arse bent over the desk. His dark hair was lightly oiled into pristine waves around his strong, noble features and the curl of his smile was a dancing harmony of sinful promise. She watched the secretary rub her collarbone suggestively all the way down towards her cleavage, before lowering her eyes in an overt declaration of promiscuity.
Jenna thought the woman held his attention for longer than was professional, but then caught her breath as Emile's ice-blue stare suddenly flicked up to meet hers. The naked image of him playing the starring role in her nightly fantasies flashed a tell-tale hue of embarrassment across her cheeks and she quickly returned to her emails.
This beautiful man had ignited a spark of desire from within her dusty libido and Jenna admitted to herself that he was probably the real reason her date had been so unsatisfying.
He didn't take even the smallest glance backwards as he walked down the corridor to his office and she sighed wistfully.
'Jenna!' Marie was talking loudly across the desk divider and Jenna sighed with irritation as she pulled her attention away from the tall, elegant lawyer disappearing from view.
She also needed to admit that her favourite obsession was never going to progress to anything when every opportunity to engage him in a flirtatious dalliance was overshadowed by her more forward colleagues.
'It's your turn to get the tea,' Marie thrust her mug over the divider with a smirk.
That and Marie instructing her to run the gauntlet of carrying the heat-revealing-stripper-mug past his office.
'Can I please get you another mug?' Jenna whined and doubted she would have bought it as last year's Secret Santa gift had she realised that Marie would have used it so often as her source of sadistic amusement.
'What will I tease Emile's new PA with?' she responded.
'Did he recruit one, then?' Jenna said and tried to keep a disinterested tone. She had thought about applying for the role, but Marie had said categorically that her skills were better placed in her legal team. And, no, it wasn't up for negotiation.
'No, unsurprisingly, he's difficult to please,' Marie rolled her eyes.
Jenna ignored Marie's childish snigger as she reluctantly took the mug from her. 'I still reckon this is just your way of constantly reminding me of what I'm not getting,' she placed her fingers carefully over the revealing parts of the well-endowed stripper and sighed.
'Oh, shut up. You love it, because you get to pass his office on the way,' Marie fluttered her long false lashes at her. 'Am I right?'
Of course she was right. Jenna grumbled to herself, smoothing over her neat little pencil skirt and composing herself into the paradigm of a sultry temptress to pass his office.
But Emile wasn't in his office. The privacy glass was uncharged and his neat, empty desk and large leather recliner were completely visible through the panels. As she slowed, she noticed a suit bag hanging up against the bookcase and a reminder on his whiteboard.
The Cherry Tree, 3pm.
Jenna vaguely remembered the office rumours about him being involved with a fetish club that had an innocuous sounding pub name. Marie had said he was friendly with the owners. Could that be the place? There was a postcode scrawled underneath it, but as Jenna tried to crane her neck to get a better look she wobbled on her heel and nearly dropped Marie's mug. She had initially thought that Emile wasn't the type to patronise such an establishment, but, if there was one thing she had learned about her rather unsatisfying string of recent relationships, when it came to sex there was never really a 'type'. The thought of him playing dastardly dungeon games fuelled even more desire to learn more about him.
She gave up on the sexy walk under the scrutiny of the sales floor and stomped inelegantly towards the lifts.
After braving the humiliation in the café, Jenna carefully positioned her fingers over the stripper's crotch again, and meandered back to the lifts invigorated with a hope that Emile might now have returned to his desk. Perhaps she could stop by and offer herself as his personal assistant until he had finished his recruitment process. That would be a perfect solution to finding out more about him and this club, and if she timed it impeccably, she could flick her eyebrow suggestively over the words and leave him reeling with her innuendo. It would be Marie's penance for making her do the tea run of shame with the mug.
The singe of her fingertips, as she attempted to shield a passing colleague from the mug's lewd image, reminded her that she needed to take the tea back to the desk first.
The lift doors pinged open.
Emile stood in all his handsome dominance smiling back at her. She hesitated and felt her stomach leap up into her throat. 'Are you going up or down?' his soft, hypnotic accent made her heart pound and she caught a slight twinkle in his eye as he drawled over the words.
'There's no down, only up,' she mumbled, blushing at her own indecent connotations and willed her trembling legs forwards into the lift. He caught sight of the flashing mug and Jenna held her breath in anticipation.
'I'm glad I've bumped into you, Jenna, as I am completely lost again,'
She was momentarily stunned that he knew her name. He leant across her to light the lift button and she could see the exquisite clench of his jaw suppress a smile before the scent of warm citrus and bergamot ravished her senses.
The lift felt claustrophobic as she remembered him again in her nightly scenes and a tingling of guilty pleasure stirred in the depths of her sex. She balanced back on her heel, as the lift juddered, and then inhaled a gasp of shock as his hand brushed across her breast. There was a heavy pause before he broke into a nervous laugh. 'I apologise, Jenna, in case that might be misconstrued as a grope,' he spoke slowly and pulled his broad shoulders back to peer down at her for a response. She followed his gaze as it drew down to the traitorous peak of her nipple pushing up against her blouse.
'Oh, it's fine,' her hands were shaking. His eyebrow rose sharply, but she was unsure if it was aimed at questioning her sudden inability to speak or the vulgar reflection of Marie's mug flashing its cock at him. Her composure was fast melting into a quivering mess, this was not conducive to the image of a seductive temptress she had wanted to portray. 'I mean, it's not fine. Well, not in work anyway,' she rambled. 'Perhaps in a club or a pub, where it seems to be perfectly normal nowadays for those sort of things to happen.'
His luscious red lips parted in a bemused smile.
'You know, in those kind of clubs,' she added and he started to frown, obviously not aware of her pathetic attempt to link to the appointment she had seen in his office. Shut up Jenna, she fell silent and then rambled as an afterthought. 'but I'm sure it was an accident anyway.' It was as if he had dr
ained the air from the room and she felt the pressure of his stare descend like a heavy weight onto her chest. Oh, God, why was the lift so slow? She winced at her stupidity and the lost opportunity to elevate the conversation into something more flirtatious. Now was certainly not going to be a good time to raise the question about being his personal assistant.
'That's good,' he nodded. 'I would hate for us to have any sort of misunderstanding.'
Jenna nodded in agreement and noticed in the lift mirror that her pale complexion was colouring rapidly into a ruddy blush of humiliation. She wanted to get back to her desk and hide.
The lift chimed at the third floor and Emile held his arm against the doors for her to exit. 'For the record though, Jenna, I would suggest that it is never appropriate to grope,' his breathy words spilled over her cheek and she shuddered with desire, 'A gentleman should savour the delicate beauty of a ladies' breast with the gossamer caress of a butterfly,' she turned to catch his gaze as it ran a deliberate, slow approval over her body in an intimate gesture of undress and she felt a tingle of arousal rise within her thighs, 'Ladies first,' he said. Jenna caught her breath as he winked and then added, 'Always.'
Jenna collapsed into her seat and busily shuffled the paperwork on her desk ignoring Marie squinting at her. 'Oh, get you, all hot and bothered. What happened?'
'Your stupid mug got me into trouble again,' she clasped the papers in an effort to stop her fingers from trembling, as the memory of his touch against her nipple pulsed another wave of desperate yearning through her sex.
Marie's laugh boomed across the office, 'Jenna, you see, the joke never grows old.'
Jenna tried to shrink into her desk and focus on her work. Could their lift encounter pass as flirting? She refrained from opening Google and searching for that club and tried to distract herself with some document filing, until the legal secretary stood up and reminded her with a cruel tease that Emile was adept at flirting. She had been so desperate to experience his undivided attention, she must have shown herself up as desperately naïve in their ridiculous, comical encounter.
She dived into the virtuous solace of an excel spreadsheet and ignored the bite of frustration as she re-ran their lift encounter in her own private theatre, where he would speak more words of sin into her ear and she would demand he pleasure her intimately with every skilful inch of his hard, toned cock.
She slammed her desk drawer loudly in an attempt to exorcise the sexual demon clawing at her expectant sex. Marie tutted, 'If you're that restless, you can take this to Emile for a signature,' she passed over a document without looking up from her computer screen.
Emile had a weary habit of dissecting every word of a contract before agreeing to sign and, until he finally recruited his PA, Marie normally saved everyone the effort of his tiresome analysis and took the documents herself. 'Thought you'd like the pleasure this time,' Marie suggestively flicked her eyebrows up at her.
'Can't it wait until morning?' An opportunity to discuss tedious contract language with him would normally have excited Jenna enough to perpetuate another frisky, nightly liaison with her selection of toys. But the thought of seeing him again, so soon after the humiliating lift incident, made her feel quite nauseous.
'No, it can't. Client wants it back tomorrow and he's leaving at noon today,' she said sternly.
Damn it. Jenna scraped the chair back like a petulant child.
She would place it on his desk and say it wasn't urgent.
Jenna was so busy calming her nerves, as she walked quietly towards his office, that she only noticed the privacy glass was charged to opaque a second after she had pushed open the heavy door. She squeaked in surprise, slamming backwards into the frame in a loud, shuddering announcement of her arrival.
Emile stood half naked at his desk with an immaculate white shirt draped over his arms and shoulders like a dishevelled superhero. Wisps of dark hair accentuated the taut lines of his muscular chest and down over his abdomen in a suggestion of hope that made her heart pound. He looked magnificent. 'Jenna, you startled me.'
He didn't look startled. In fact, she thought suspiciously after she stilled her racing pulse, that there was a strong sense of satisfaction and a slow deliberate pause, which enabled her to continue admiring him in all his bare chested glory.
'I'm so sorry,' she mumbled. 'I needed to drop this in,' she managed to add, while dragging her gaze away from his stomach and the sensual definition of muscle that tapered deliciously downwards below his waistband. 'It isn't urgent.'
She half threw the documents on the desk and paused to watch him lean over to read the first line of the contract. He was still fumbling with his top collar button. 'Jenna, have you been a bad girl?'
Oh god, how could he know that? She felt the colour rush to her face again and instinctively clamped her thighs together in an effort to harness the frustration that was already pumping into her sex. His eyebrow raised waiting for an answer and she was hypnotised by the slow, predatory lick of his tongue over his bottom lip.
'I'm not sure what you mean?' Her voice croaked with an effort to remain in control.
'You obviously drew the short straw, bringing that in here, knowing how I like to drill into the details,' he explained in a long deep growl and Jenna thought wantonly that she would prefer him drilling into her instead, gasping as she became sure the creeping intensity of her need was starting to permeate the air. He sighed nonchalantly and continued to button his shirt. She ought to leave, but realised she couldn't move her feet. 'What was the real reason you decided to burst into my office unannounced?' he asked calmly.
The ferocity of his smile made her instincts knot with fear and excitement. She needed to think fast. 'I wanted to ask you about your PA role,' she said, realising her voice sounded meek and pathetic in the awkward silence that ensued.
He nodded and shook out a pair of cufflinks from his desk drawer. The ripple of his exposed torso made her feel giddy as her inner slut imagined kissing along the trail of coarse hair that signposted towards his crotch. She hastily averted her eyes to the floor. 'Tell me Jenna, what unique skills do you have that I couldn't very well source for myself from our legal secretary team?'
She hesitated. Was that an interview question? She suddenly felt unprepared and quite vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze, but his wicked smile told her he enjoyed putting women under pressure. He pulled a long black stretch of satin from over the back of the chair and twisted it playfully between his hands. 'Do you know how to tie a bowtie?'
She blinked at him, 'Yes, I think so.' She had absolutely no idea how to tie a bowtie, but she needed to seize the opportunity to reclaim her composure. And perhaps, she thought excitedly, she might accidentally run her hands over his glorious chest.
He sat perched on the edge of the desk, waiting, expecting, his legs wide and his trousers stretched over the bump of his crotch. She steeled herself from the temptation to stare at that bulge, as he invited her over with a thrilling beckon of his forefinger. He was freshly shaven and she noticed a slight oiliness of cologne left on his cheeks as he parted his legs a little more to invite her closer. She mused to herself that he was most definitely crossing the boundary of workplace etiquette, potential interview or not, but she took the tie from him anyway and pushed against his firm thigh.
She ran her hands slowly around the back of his neck and his shoulders tensed against her touch. Her heart thumped with excitement as he stared hard into her face. Jenna tugged at the silky material in mild frustration, until she realised that Emile was grinning. 'You haven't done this before have you?'
She clenched her hands on each end of the silky material, not wanting to admit defeat and peered up at him. 'I have once,' she argued, before remembering she had been pretty useless at it then too. Reluctantly, she gave up her mild protest. 'Sorry,' She didn't want to move away from the feel of his leg against her hip and the peculiar intimacy of being so close to him with her hands poised in gentle menace around his neck. His breath
had quickened and she could feel the strength of his pulse jump against her fingers as she smoothed the bowtie playfully against his skin.
'I have to admit, the last time I picked up a bowtie it was used as a blindfold,' she whispered, twisting the tie into a loose, suggestive circle.
He caught her hands as they trailed nervously down his chest and sighed at the rise of his nipples under her hovering fingertips. 'Jenna, how can I appreciate every inch of your beautiful body if I cannot see?' his fingers walked up over the goose bumps of her arms and across the chiffon-silk of her blouse. She felt the heat of arousal fire up within her sex. His hands were warm and his touch as perfect in its purpose as her imagination had craved. She gasped as he drummed delicately on the tension in her cleavage. 'Unless, of course, I blindfold you first.'
Jenna panted down her growing anticipation as his suggestion met the awakening approval of her libido. His tongue flicked over the shiny wetness of his red lips, as they twisted into a confident smile at her simple nod of agreement. His hands wrapped the silk around her head and he deliberately pressed the strength of his torso to her cheek, as he tied a loose knot over her hair. Jenna braced against the growing tension in the seam of his trousers and held her breath in excitement.
Emile carefully lifted the tie over her nose and she closed her eyes.
Every one of her senses fired with the thrill of being stripped of her sight and she heard him click the remote locking of the office door. His hands on her waist made her jump and he rumbled a low, husky laugh at her edginess. 'Shh,' he soothed into her ear and she felt the warmth of his breath on her face and a small pulse of shock 'Just relax and enjoy,' he whispered into the corner of her mouth and she groaned with the tumultuous pressure of sexual tension that drove her hips greedily towards him in an effort to satiate her desire. He laughed again and pulled her blouse up over her head capturing her arms in a loose restraint behind her back, exposing her pert breasts up towards him for further appreciation.
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