This is the fourth part in a continuing series that started with "Show and Tell Dinner", "Job Interview with a Twist", and "Shoppin at the Mall". If you like this story, please read the others, and feedback is always welcome.
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She cursed the morning weather under her breath as she maneuvered around other drivers in the torrential down pour. She had woken up to a beautiful stream of sunshine. Expecting another glorious spring day she had dressed in a light cottony dress that was still a little too cool for this early spring. She didn't care about being cool, she was hoping that by dressing for summer, she could force the season to arrive that much sooner.
Again she cursed as an unobservant driver cut her off. She had expected sunshine, instead she got this rotten spring rain. And be damned with the May flowers. To top it off, the rain was coming down in sheets, and had been ever since two minutes after leaving her house. Aggravated at the Monday morning weather's lack of cooperation, Katie pulled into a parking spot farther from the office door than normal. On a brighter note she saw that Kyle's rain sensible pickup was already in its usual spot. At least he was already there.
She paused with her hand on the door handle. Her dress really was quite thin. With the rain coming down like it was, her dress was going to be soaked by the time she got to the front door. Not that it was a major concern, except that it would also probably be see through by that time. Once again, that wouldn't be a problem, except Kyle's office was in a building with six others, and somebody other than Kyle might see her before she could sneak into his office.
Vainly, she looked into the back seat, hoping that somehow she had left her umbrella in the back seat since last fall. Of course, it wasn't there. Looking at her dashboard clock she considered waiting. She was early enough that she still wouldn't be late, but she doubted the weather would clear in the few minutes she had left. She'd driven in it from her house all the way here, and looking up there didn't seem to be a break in the clouds anywhere. Not that she could really see the clouds through all the rain.
Sucking in a deep breath to brace herself for the inevitable she pulled the latch on the door. Somebody was just going to get a lucky peek at her drenched body and there was nothing she could do about it, so they'd better enjoy it. She ducked her head reactively as she slid out into the rain and began sprinting for the front door of the office. Sprinting as best she could in three inch heels, anyway.
Half way there someone called out to her. She looked up and saw Kyle dashing towards her, a coat in his hands. He met her on the sidewalk and threw the coat over her head, shielding her from the driving rain. He sprinted ahead of her and opened the front door, letting her dash inside into the relative dryness of the interior. She slipped the coat from her head to her shoulders where she was able to wrap it around herself.
Looking down she saw that she had been right. The short time she'd been unsheltered in the rain had been enough to drench her dress and make it stick to her like a second skin. She was thankful that Kyle wore long coats and was taller than she, or otherwise her panties would be seen by everyone they ran across in the hallways, and she didn't want them to see the panties she had selected to wear to work. As it was, his coat hung well past her rump and more towards mid-thigh.
"Sorry about that," Kyle apologized. "I went upstairs and unlocked the door before I realized you hadn't arrived yet. I thought I'd come back down and make sure you got in okay. Guess I was a little late."
"You were right on time. My hero." She batted her eyelashes at him and earned a bright smile. His smile warmed her through her wetness and made a tingle down low that threatened to make her wet from the inside out.
The walk to the elevator was swift and uneventful. She always took the elevator, but Kyle liked the stairs, using them as an extra edge to keep his fitness. Luckily no one was about in the hallways on the dreary Monday morning, so she could relax her guard. They were probably in their offices huddled around a heater trying to dry off. As soon as the elevator doors were shut and carrying them to the third floor she slipped the coat from her shoulders and shook it out. She knew Kyle would be able to notice just how sheer her dress had become in the rain, and she hoped he'd like it. Maybe some good could come of the rotten weather, anyway.
"Sorry about your coat," she told him. Katie looked up and noticed for the first time that he, too, was sopping wet. His own dress shirt clung to his naturally tanned skin while rivulets of rain water ran down out of his hair and into his collar. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight. He looked like a swarthy riverman straight from a stormy sea to snatch her up. If he did snatch her up, she didn't think she'd be able to resist.
He looked at her with the same eyes she gave him. "Don't worry about it. If I didn't want to get it wet, I wouldn't have given it to you."
Just then the elevator stopped. Katie just managed to get the coat back around her before the doors opened. There was no one outside the elevator, but she hugged the coat close anyway. Kyle motioned her through the door, holding the sliders to make sure the door didn't close on her. She smiled a thank you and stepped out into the corridor. Her second step into the tiled corridor landed wrong. The water on the bottom of her shoe skimmed against the freshly waxed tile and flew into the air ahead of her. Trying to catch herself with her other foot, the high heel betrayed her, rolling her ankle and sending her plummeting for the ground. She braced herself as best she could for the unforgiving impact, but it never came. Instead she was swept up into the air, embraced in Kyle's arms. She was about to thank him when the pain in her ankle came crashing through her senses. A small cry of pain slipped from her lips, earning a concerned look from Kyle.
"Ankle?" Kyle asked. Being in the martial arts and wrestling for as long as he had, he didn't really even need to ask. He'd already seen her go down and knew exactly where she was hurt. She nodded, biting her lip against the pain throbbing in her leg. "Well then, lets get you inside and see just how bad it is."
He carried her all the way to the office. Katie was impressed, even through the fog of pain. He wasn't that big of a guy, but still he carried her in arms that never dipped or swayed. Not only that, but he wasn't even breathing hard under the added exertion when they reached the door, a testament to just how much attention he paid to his physical fitness.
Reaching out with a hand he unlatched the door, then kicked it open the rest of the way. Once again Katie was impressed that Kyle had been able to balance on one foot, kick the door, and step through all in one smooth fluid motion, even with her added weight. If her ankle hadn't hurt so bad, she would have jumped out of his arms right then, wrapped her legs around him, and rubbed herself on his pole until his knees gave out with the pleasure.
"Alright," he said, laying her on the couch in the confence room. "First the ankle, then the wet clothes. Sit up for me, please." He helped her sit up before kneeling and taking her foot into his lap. He slipped her shoe off her foot and began twisting her foot different directions and asking her if it hurt. Of course most of it did, but she managed to stay polite about it. He slipped her other shoe off and stood her up, asking her to take a few steps for him. He held his hand out to support her as she hobbled about, putting as much weight as she dared on the foot.
