Erica
We were sitting in his office, on the couch and he was close, so close that our thighs were touching. So close that I could smell him and feel his heat. But still so far away because he wasn’t doing anything. Right now, his attention wasn’t even on me, he was watching his man pour two fingers of scotch in the square glasses and then place the bottle on the table in front of us before he nodded and left us alone.
Finally, he picked one glass and turned to me, holding it out for me. I took it from him and started to sip. He picked his own glass, and I watched his long fingers wrapping around that glass and wanting them on my skin, making my skin tingle. I gulped more of the smooth scotch.
He turned those golden brown gaze at me. And asked, “So, before we go to bed. I want to know so
