His chair swiveled toward the window, as he stood up. Then he walked to the window, checked his watch, and yes, there she was. Right on time - 5:10. She walked out of the O'Keefe building across the street. He marveled that if he turned from his desk at exactly 5:09 and stood there a minute, she appeared through the revolving doors like a vision he conjured up on a weekday basis.
He wondered if she looked at her watch or her sense of timing was just ingrained in her actions. He watched her quite often during the day. They ate lunch in the same restaurant...same time...always the same tables at opposite ends of the room. Today was Wednesday, he mentally noted. On Wednesday she always wore the red Kasper, Ltd. business suit, pale ivory high necked, laced blouse, fashionably suntan color stockings and black ankle-strap high heels.
She has such straight posture and damn...that walk drove his senses crazy. Self-assured, fast paced, powered on a set of beautiful legs; her heels carried her across the street to disappear somewhere in his building. Damn!
He thought he knew every office in this building. It was only two floors, but he had no idea where she went at the end of the day. He had toyed with the thought of going down to the lobby and following her, but quickly dismissed that thought as obsessive. He watched her disappear into the building and went back to the latest business contract. His thoughts kept drifting to her. That walk...oh, those legs...those damn beautiful breasts.
He heard the front office door open. Then he heard the receptionist say his name and that he was in. He did not look up, becoming angry of this after-hours intrusion into his thoughts of her. His intercom buzzed.
"No, I do not know that name, no she does not have an appointment!!!...Oh damn, no sorry did not mean to yell at you...yes, fine, send her in."
He looked back down at the contract as he heard his door open, and he gruffly mumbled, "Please sit down, I will be with you in a moment". He heard the chair being moved, the slight movement of someone taking a seat, and then a quiet voice said, "Thank you, Sir". His head shot up at the sound of the voice. It was that voice...her voice. It sent his senses reeling.
As he sat there...he stared across his expense of mahogany desk...his eyes met her eyes. He noted he had been right...that the color of that Wednesday blouse was ivory! "How can I help you? "His body instantly registered numerous ways he could help her.
She looked directly in his eyes and said, "You can help by explaining this fascination you seem to have! You stare at me every day...through the entire lunch hour...and it seems you follow my every action after work from that window!"
For a brief moment he was not sure how to answer, but just a very short moment. He stood and walked around his desk, pushing some papers out of the way...sat on it right in front of her to gain the advantage on a higher level, so she had to look up.
Damn it, this was his office...he could sit on the furniture anyway he wanted.
"Well you certainly get to the point, but I fail to remember staring at you...besides an appreciative glance...so tell me, do you walk into every office, to debate with every man that finds you attractive?"
She did not move, but he noted the flinch register in her eyes that she held from moving to her body. She controlled that body so well. He knew he could control it better!
She paled...stood...mumbled, "I...I...er...apologize, I am so sorry, I do not know why I did this, please excuse me." She almost raced to the office door.
At 6' tall, his legs carried him to the door first. He blocked her way with an arm held across the door, "No, wait! Please...lets start over! I find you attractive and I am rather vexed on an empty stomach, so how about if I answer every question you ask over dinner...just down the street?" He could not believe he just said that. His voice did not even sound like his own, but he was desperate to have her stay with him.
She looked at him, but her eyes were still wary from his previous sharp attack.
"Look, as long you walked into my office, that is all that matters to me. Please let's get something to eat, okay?"
She smiled slightly, "Okay."
"Fine, we can leave our attaché cases here and we can swing back for them."
She hesitated but stood without the case. He swiftly moved across the room to close things...afraid that if he blinked or took his eyes off her that she would disappear.
They walked to Dixie's, the restaurant they ate lunch at and were automatically seated at his usual table. He ordered a bottle of wine and dinner. They ate, companionably chatting as if they had known each other for years instead of hours. There were only a few couples on the dance floor at this early hour but he looked at her, "Are you frightened to dance with me?"
She heard the challenge in his voice, laughed and answered, "Yes...but I will anyway." But she did not move. He stood and held out his hand...she took it and walked with him to the floor.
The music was a slow song and she stood poised and erect in his arms. His body screamed messages to his brain to be next to her. He decided that since she walked into his office, his time, his after-hours, then she was definitely his.
At each turn they made to the music, he slowly started reeling her in toward his body. His left arm wrapped like a vise around her waist, holding her pinned against him. He took her left hand...moved it from his to his shoulder...let go of her right hand and wrapped that arm firmly around her back holding her to him as they drifted and moved to the music.
He had her against him as he whispered in her ear, "This is where I have wanted you while I have been watching you. Does this help answer your question of why I look at you?"
She was unaware she was holding her breath as her mind went reeling from his words. He felt so right holding her...her body blended to the music and leaned against him...she relaxed and with a sigh melted into his arms. She felt him move his muscular thighs against her. Her nipples rubbing through her blouse hardened.
