The hours were passing by as fast as molasses. James sat there listening to some underling drone on and on about the approaching conference.
"So, if all goes well I'll be checking out that vista from that vacant 14
th
floor office, huh, Mr. Jeffers?"
Edward stared into James' expressionless ocean-like eyes.
James Jeffers was a masterpiece. A tall handsome devil he was, of light brown hair, angled facial features and perfectly tanned skin. But what sent all the women losing their minds over him were the palest blue eyes anyone's ever seen. And a year ago, James was going through the lot of women with his looks as bait. But he was a catch-and-release kind of guy. At 34 years of age he had been through quite a share of bed warmers. His inability to settle down was seen as a flaw to most of his friends who had already gotten married and were having children. It wasn't his only one either.
Another of his flaws: a lack of patience.
"Hmm? Yeah, that sounds do-able. Ed, maybe, we should pick up the rest of this discussion tomorrow. After, we've worked out the Collins' case," James quickly said afraid that he may have been caught daydreaming.
"Sure thing."
As Edward walked out his paced slowed when he saw Elsa aiming for James' office.
Elsa Sawyer was sex in a dress. She had such a confidence --an arrogance- about her she that left both men and women panting at her heel. Her Nordic features leant her an angelic countenance. Yet her curvaceous and petite frame was made for nothing but sinful acts. Most men would dream to possess her while James only had nightmares.
"Edward, close the door behind you," Elsa snickered as she sashayed past the panting hound, "Jimmy, how goes it?
"I heard through the office grapevine you've been trying your luck with blind dating. Meet any special miss?"
Oh, Elsa. She always knew just what to say to drive him insane. It was not too long ago when she had been that "special miss." He thought he had found a woman he could be with. He thought she had felt the same. She had let him pursue her knowing where it would lead to only to reject him when he asked her to be his girlfriend.
As if it weren't embarrassing enough to make such a proposal like a zit-popping teenager. The look of utter satisfaction had driven him nuts as if she had dreamed of the moment. She had muttered something about not being compatible and how she didn't see the relationship progressing.
"Nope. Was there something work-related that you've come to discuss?"
"Jimmy, why are you being so short with me? Whatever, that's beside the point. Here's the Monroe file, bossman."
Elsa loved that control she had over James. She loved watching how uncomfortable she made him. How he'd walk out of a room when he saw her flirting with coworkers. How his face would become beat red when she'd mention his love life. But she particularly loved watching how he'd squirm from having a pitched tent in his pants when she'd expose just a little more leg than what would be deemed appropriate. The best part was that they both knew she couldn't get fired. He needed her. Her connections, her business savvy, her cutthroat attitude. She'd be a great liability if he lost her to a competitor.
She loved being the little lady who turned the big bad James Jeffers into a tamed kitty cat.
"Yes," James inquired in an irritated tone?
Her bemused expression inflamed him.
"Nothing, dear. I've got to run. I've got plans tonight." She let his mind carry that statement.
"Do me a favor and don't waste this weekend sulking while the rest us enjoy ourselves. Y'know, sometimes I stay up
all
night worrying about you." She kissed his cheek as she left him wondering the real reason she'd be up all night.
When the door shut from her departure James let his head hit his desk rather hard.
He didn't know how much more of this he could handle. He'd always been a hotheaded playboy. He and his therapist had developed a very close relationship while trying to control his aggressive temper and disdain toward women. But every time Elsa was around he risked regression. The worst part about the whole ordeal was everyone presuming she'd gotten the best of him. Of course, she turned him on and he had loved their sexual escapades. But his real reasoning for wanting to be with her had been because she seemed so self-sufficient, independent and self-assured. He thought '
Here's a woman that won't call me at all hours of the night and get snot on my shoulder while she pours out emotions that I'd care not to experience with her. And she certainly won't play any games.'
But she was still just another woman and for believing she was otherwise, he was a fool. But, not any more.
He sat there pondering what had happened to his enviable lifestyle and how to get it back, along with some of his dignity. Unbeknownst to him, the answer came lightly rapping at his door.
"Come in."
"Hi. Mr. Jeffers? I'm Danielle, the temp filling in for Annette Stuarts."
James sat there completely stunned by the young beauty before him. She had a complexion that reminded him of maple syrup and large, expressive eyes, the darkest shade of brown. Her lips had a natural pout, which was exaggerated by her unease and scrunched up button nose. A thick and unruly mane of layered mid-back-length hair framed her delicate face.
"Oh. You seem confused. You're a busy man. Yeah, you probably wouldn't even know who she is," she blubbered on in a manner that seemed like she was speaking to herself.
"Annette --NO! Mrs. Stuarts- is Mr. Randall's secretary. Uh, Mr. Randall from the down and across the hall. Well, yeah... she's had a baby! She's taking leave and needed a replacement."
She was a ball of nerves, this one. Although he knew whom she was speaking of, and was actually quite fond of Annette, he let her continue.
"I'm that replacement. Danielle. Me. Danielle Gregory. I'll be here for the summer. All summer. Hmm? Mr. Randall's asked me to get something from you and for the life of me I cannot remember. Ugh, sir?"
At this point he couldn't contain his devilish smile. She was the perfect candidate for his reintroduction into his careless bachelorhood. Too feeble-minded to resist his charm, that is if his looks alone weren't enough.
"I believe it was the quarterly report. It's right here," he said pointing at a corner of his desk. She walked over to grab it.
"Oh, thank you. It would've been so embarrassing to go back and ask what my task had been," she laughed a humorless laugh.
She flashed him a shy smile and turned towards the door. It was then that he was able to admire the delicate curve of her back that led on to her shapely ass. It was gorgeous. Not large but incredibly pert like it was begging to be spanked. Below that was a pair of long slim thighs that he envisioned pressed against her breasts as her legs hung over his shoulders and her pussy took the hard pounding of his cock.
As she sauntered back toward the hall, James called out to her. She inhaled deeply realizing the awkward moment had yet to pass and slowly turned around.
"Yes?"
"Come back in."
"Have I forgotten something?"
