Desiree sauntered down the stairs into the bright foyer, her heels neatly clicking on the rich hardwood. Summer had just started after a prolonged rainy spring. The new weather made her feel great. She wore a new outfit with freshly styled hair that matched her mood. As she entered the room, she could feel the approving gazes of the attendees. She could see their heads slightly turning, out of the corner of her eye. Since it was so warm, she opted to forgo nylons. With every step, her silky legs swept and brushed together under her skirt. Bare thighs almost soundlessly appeared and vanished beneath the light fabric. Her simple and elegant blouse was perfectly appropriate for a weekend business function. Perhaps it was a bit thin and a little tight; but the top was intended to highlight her youthful energy, slender waist, and firm breasts.
Desiree turned. Aaron waved at her. He was just one of many likable but ignorable guys that she worked with, maybe a couple inches taller than her. "Wow, you look great! I mean - uh - nice outfit!" His eyes flicked up and down her body. It was so cute - he was trying to act like he wasn't looking.
She turned to smile and feign an exaggerated runway pose. Moving one leg out and tilting her hip to one side, it made her skirt ride up a little. His eyes started to move down, and then snapped back up to her face to maintain decorum. "Aw, thanks, Aaron. You don't look half bad either!" She leaned forward, adjusting his tie a little. He actually blushed as she touched him.
"Uh, thanks. Hey - I was wondering -"
"Actually, hold that thought," Desiree said. She finished smoothing out his tie. "I know this is short notice, but could you do a favor for me?"
Aaron drew himself up. "Oh, sure! Anything!"
Desiree pouted. "You know the Carson account? I need some work done on it before Monday. It's really important that I start off the week at a run - and you'd be a big help if you could finish up your report early."
Aaron's mouth hung open. "Um - I guess. But I thought it wasn't needed until Friday -"
Desiree glared up at him. "I know it's not due. But if we want to make our division stand out, we need to show that we want it." Her features softened as she leaned close enough to allow him to smell her light perfume, letting him feel her body heat. "Please, Aaron. I know I can count on you."
From his viewing angle, she knew he could peek down her blouse. He swallowed. "Sure - not a problem. I'll head over after the party's wrapped up."
She squeezed his arm. "I knew I could rely on you, Aaron. You're the best. I won't forget this, when I am shopping for new staff." Leaving him standing there dumfounded, she left to mingle with the important people.
"Aw - there's my girl!" Her father held out his arms to her. "I was wondering if you'd ever get around to us."
"I was just talking shop with the boys, Daddy," she said, giving her father a kiss on the cheek. "You know I wouldn't miss a chance to see you, especially here at Mr. Johnson's retirement party."
"I should hope not," Mr. Johnson said. The elderly man could easily play the role of the grandfather – complete with the kind eyes and white hair. "Besides, I hear you're taking my office next week with your big promotion. I just hope you give me enough time to get my fishing rod off the wall, before you start putting up new curtains." He gave her a wink to show he was only jesting.
"Are you kidding? You're too late. I stole your big old pole and I'm keeping it all for me." Desiree enjoyed the double entendre, flirting with the older man. It was all harmless fun.
"Well, if that's the case – Perhaps, I could show you how to use it," a new voice added. Desiree didn't recognize the younger man standing next to Mr. Johnson. He extended a hand toward Desiree. "Hello - I'm Jason Johnson." He patted the older Johnson on the arm. "Granddad, here, had his fishing gear all ready for me, but -" He shrugged. "I guess you beat me to it."
Smiling cheerfully, Desiree looked at him. Jason shared his grandfather's sweet, bright green eyes. She was slightly fazed with how calmly they remained fixed onto her soft brown irises. She had heard of this Jason guy - scuttle butt around the office was that he was the next mover-and-shaker with a reputation for fixing troubled projects and turning them around. Desiree had actually been surprised, along with most of her coworkers that she had been selected over him for the promotion. She had assumed that he had some personality flaw or annoying tic. Or, perhaps Daddy had "helped" the outcome in her favor. She was certain the office rumor mill loved to grind on that possibility.
"Hopefully, I can do as capable a job as your grandfather," she replied. She took Jason's hand. His grip was firm - not some macho hand crusher, but a solid squeeze and shake. He was cute, smoothly filling out his dark suit.
"I don't know - the way Grandpa talks it up, he invented half of the tricks in this trade." Jason released her hand. "But let's not talk business. Could I get you a drink, a cup of coffee?"
"It seems like this is the first time a guy has asked me that, instead of the other way around." Her line was delivered with a smile. As one of the few female executives here, she knew she had to fight for every advantage she could get.
Jason chuckled. "Should I ask how you'll take your coffee? With sugar?" His eyes glittered, and for a moment - just a moment, the kindness vanished. "Or cream?" Those green eyes became hard chips of jade.
The sudden change caused Desiree's breath catch in her throat. However, she was able to laugh it off and recover her composure on the next beat. "Oh, I always enjoy a good shot of rich cream." Her brown eyed gaze challenged him.
"Cream it is, then." He turned, walking away without a second glance. A couple minutes later, he returned with two steaming cups. He held one out to her. "Here - just for you."
"You are too kind." Desiree took a sip. "Mmm - I should steal you away for my team - I could use someone who knows how to serve a good coffee."
Jason let out a rich, throaty laugh. "Are you sure you'd want me working under you?" He peered at her over his drink. "Don't you have other positions that I could fill better?"
A buzzing noise interrupted their banter. Nearly a dozen hands went to their nearest pockets or closest hips. Desiree's fingers slipped into her purse as Jason pulled out his corporate Blackberry to look at it. "Ah, it's me." he said. He tapped some buttons. He waved the phone at the senior Johnson. "Bet you won't miss having to check this bugger every 5 minutes, huh, Grandpa?"
Everyone chuckled - except Desiree. She opened her purse and rummaged around. Her own phone was missing. She thought back to the last few places she had been with her phone. Shit. The bathroom - she remembered getting a text message while fixing her make-up before her grand entrance. She must have left it in there.
"Excuse me, I'll be right back." she said. She weaved her way back through the crowd. She walked right past the main bathroom on the lower floor. That one was for the common people. She had come in through the kitchen and, instead, had used her father's master bathroom upstairs. Her skirt bounced along her thighs as she climbed up the stairs. She knew if any of the party goers looked up, they would catch a glimpse of her narrow silk panties. The idea gave her a thrill and she slowed down her pace, just in case.
Desiree stepped into her father's bedroom and detoured around the large bed. She glanced about the bathroom, biting her bottom lip. She remembered reading the message, then washing her hands. She peered at the floor - had it fallen from the counter?
"Hmm." No sign of it. She wondered if it had slipped out of her purse somewhere along the way. She started to make her way back to the party to backtrack her steps from earlier. Her whole life was in that pesky thing. When was the last time she copied her address book and schedule out of there? What a pain.
"Desiree?" Jason's voice came through the open door. She stood inside the master bath, looking out across the bed. He stood at the entrance of the room, looking in at her there standing by herself.
Desiree felt a sly grin spread across her face. "So do you always follow women into bedrooms?"
Jason held up a phone. "Only when I'm returning lost smartphones." He gestured it at her like he might be selling it on television. "Sorry - I figured this must be yours when you rushed away so fast. I found it on the stairs."
"Oh." Desiree blushed. She gave Jason a look up and down. She was relieved about the phone and its handsome rescuer. A naughty notion ran though her mind. She relaxed, sitting down on her father's bed, crossing her legs, and allowed one foot to waggle at him slightly. With the position and motion of her legs like that, the long inches of her creamy toned calves and thighs enticed Jason to great advantage. Jason's eyes moved to her legs. He didn't disguise the fact that he was looking. She could almost feel his eyes, sliding down to her legs and back up again without hurry. Her thighs actually started to rub against each other, as if his gaze was a physical force. "So, do you plan on giving it to me?" She playfully tilted her head at him.
He took a step forward, and then inched toward her as she spoke. She placed her hands behind her on the bed, leaning her chin and relaxed neck slightly back. Her breasts pushed up against the fabric of her blouse. "Perhaps we can discuss one of those positions I could offer you." Her voice grew sultry.
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