Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Carol's fingers were steepled. As Darren gained momentum, she swiped at the desk in front her, a small drop of his saliva having hit it. Slowly, she examined it, as though it were of great interest, even greater than the originator, and then she wiped that fingertip along Darren's lapel. Her eyes were clear, holding his as she did so and now stood, leaning over the desk slightly having crossed that distance. Are you quite done? she asked leaning even closer. Close enough to smell his aftershave. Are you asking me to deny who I am in order to appease YOU? she said and smiled. This has nothing to do with this position, with this lab or even with this facility. Her eyes glittered as she picked him apart with her words. It has to do with ME. A small tingle almost ran up her spine. Yes, she thought. He was easily manipulated. But that fire... how perfectly delicious. Her heart thumped lightly in her chest, a small pulse at her throat as she listened. That flush... oh, she felt it beginning in the centre of her fluttering stomach and willed it down, relegated to the hidden depths of her well-tailored and curve-hugging clothing. A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips as he... was that...? One perfectly coifed eyebrow raised. Why Darren Sawa, she said with a small wisp of humour. Are you offering yourself to me? As my... There was a breath she took before she said the last word... ...mole? Her hand tucked his tie in, smoothing it down slightly as it had come loose during his explosion. Leaning forward, she let him smell her perfume, nestled between the valley of her breasts. Darren, she said and softened her voice slightly. I run a tight ship because I have to. In case you didn't notice, I'm a woman. Letting a small breath lift her breasts up and then down before him, she finally released him from that proximity. After all, she could feel it too. I come on strong to begin with so you know that I'm not a pushover. Turning her back on him to allow for the heat to recede slightly from her as well, she spoke, letting her warm voice ricochet off the back office wall. I have taken your reactions under advisement. And your request for transfer as conditional. She smiled at this, knowing that he could not see her face, nor understand that playful tease. After all, a customary probationary period is expected before anything further happens. Turning on her heel, her jacket flared slightly, framing her slight form snugly fit inside of her suit. The twist made her skirt rise slightly and brushed the top of her thigh, fencing with the lacy top of her stay up stockings. Anything more might be considered to be impulsive on your part, and that would be quite a blow to your rising career. The words obvious innuendo. Her face showed nothing. But her lips turned up slightly, and her eyes twinkled as she looked at him. Stepping out from behind her desk, Carol approached Darren with slow, measured steps. Close. So close. Almost touching. The heat of her body a scant hair's breadth away. Anything else? she asked. Because, unless I miss my guess, those were your fifteen minutes. A small hint of promise in her posture, implying, 'on the clock'. I'm now at lunch.