by Jamie Knight
She isn't ignoring me. She is just feeling shy.
I feel a smile touch my lips as I send her another message.
"You look cute today. It makes me want you even more.”
On the screen, she smiles and blushes for a second before her brows crease. She looks like she is thinking too hard and it makes me want to kiss that frown away. She types something, then deletes it, then types it again.
I am not this kind of guy, the guy that fills with warmth at the site of a girl, but Anna makes me that guy- and somehow, I am loving it.
She makes me horny at the sight of her alone, but she also makes me want to hold her close to me and give her comfort. It is a feeling I want to take further and see where it leads if she will let me.
"Like a child?"
I shake my head before I realize she cannot really see me across the screen.
"No. Like a woman."
She looks at the camera and lets out a laugh. She must know I am looking. I am struck by the sight of her laughing so openly, but I am regretful that I cannot hear the sound of her laughter.
"Thank you."
I don't know how to broach the subject, so I just dive into it. I am impatient to have my hands on Anna. My shower and my bed felt empty in the morning and I am eager to remedy that.
"Sure. What if I told you I want to wake up to that face tomorrow morning?"
According to the reluctance she just showed and how she bolted the previous night, I don't know if what I just did is wise. Something tells me I might just have made a mistake by rushing her, so I poise to send another message to tell her to forget I just said that. Instead, the girl who has surprised me since the quarantine period started goes on to surprise me again.
"I would say make me an offer I can't resist."
My heart slams against my chest and I feel giddy with exhilaration.
"Well, if I woke up with you I could finally kiss your lips like I have always wanted."
Her answer is almost immediate.
"Go on."
"I would also get to put my mouth on that little bundle of nerves between your legs and suck. Should I go on?"
On the camera, she goes rosy red to the tips of her ears, but she is also grinning a very naughty smile. It takes her a while to respond, but finally she answers.
"Very tempting, though impossible."
Impossible?
I don't deal in a world of impossibilities, so I call her. She takes her time answering, but she finally does.
"I am supposed to be working, sir. My boss will be so angry if..."
"Why is it impossible?"
She blinks like she can't believe me, and then says, "Well, I can't just come and go because of the quarantine thing."
She has a point, but she really doesn't know how much I want her if she thinks that will stop me.
"Then don't come and go. Come and stay."
The way her eyebrows hit her hairline is almost comical.
"Surely you are not serious."
I shrug.
“I want you and you want me too. I have a big office space, a spare room if you get tired of me, and I want you here.”
I expect her to say no immediately, but she hesitates, which tells me all I need to know. She is not opposed to staying with me. She just isn’t sure it is a good idea. So before she can change her mind, I quickly write her my home address, tell her to be there at eight o’clock the next morning and end the call.
In my experience, when it comes to emotions, hesitation lets logic seep in. I might not be thinking clearly when it comes to Anna, but I know there is something about her that makes me want to have her all to myself.
Besides, I might like looking at her over the screen, but I am a greedy bastard and I want every inch of her at my disposal. She looks at the camera and mouths the word YES.
There is a call from IT later about the damage that might have already been done, but for the life of me, I can't bring myself to be that concerned. It feels like I am swimming in a happy sea, and I don't want to emerge for a breath at all.
Tomorrow morning, I get to have Anna here. The rest I will sort later after we have had our fill of each other.
Chapter Four – Anna
Seven o’clock finds me on the road to Liam's house. Seven thirty finds me at his gate. I woke up excited to finally see him after so long, but my doubts started creeping in while I was in the car. I can't help wondering what the catch is.
I mean, I have caught Liam looking at me in the marketing meetings and around the office, so I knew he must like me. Even my friend Ava had noticed the way we skirted around each other in the office before the pandemic hit.
But my brain cannot help rising through all the mist of my emotions to ask me if this is really such a good idea. It is one thing to be flirting on screen with each other – the anonymity made me bold enough to finally reveal my feelings for him when I knew it was safe to do so – but it is quite another thing to be in such close quarters.
What if he gets bored with me?
What if he just wants me now because his options are limited at the moment?
What happens after the quarantine period ends?
My smile is wiped away as I stand in front of the massive black metal gate with the Thorne logo on it.
Nothing surprising there. Liam comes from a legacy of old money in the form of bankers even though he branched his own way with Thorne Tech. Heck, even the company is named after that legacy. It makes sense that he owns his own property and it has the Thorne logo on it.
I look around, but all I can see is a surveillance camera facing the gate. Beyond the heavy gate though is a redbrick Georgian mansion with modern appeal looking back at me. The windows have a blue tint to them, making it impossible to see anything inside, not that I would be able to see anything from where I am standing, anyway.
What are the chances that he is looking at me, too? I wonder.
But then I remember we had agreed on eight o’clock, so he probably isn't expecting me anyway.
What to do now?
What will he think of me being here ahead of time? Desperate?
My hand rises to press the dark button on the side, but I think better of it. Maybe I should turn around and think this through.
I turn to the still waiting cab and start walking toward it when the gates squeak open and part. I turn around in time to see Liam taking long strides towards me and my panties get soaked.
He is wearing a grey long sleeved t-shirt that clings to him in the most delicious manner, and a pair of blue jeans that look a little faded. His lips are pressed together, looking almost annoyed, but it does little to hide the raw masculine beauty that is Liam Thorne.
His dark hair is messed up again and it makes my fingers itch to run through it. His legs eat up the ground in large strides until he is standing right in front of me, looking down at me.
All six feet two of him against my short five feet three.
I look up at him, wondering if it is him emanating all the warmth that is suddenly swamping me, or if that is just me. He dips his head and my mouth goes dry as our eyes clash.
His eyes are usually a warm brown, but now they look so dark and stormy, like he is barely suppressing something. I close my eyes suddenly clear of all thoughts and open them wide when I feel his breath on my right ear.
"Leaving already?"
Oh my.
"No." That comes out without me thinking about it. “I mean... I just... sort of.”
There were a lot of things I was expecting, but this is not one of them. He has me dumbfounded, wanting and guilty between one breath and the next. Dumbfounded because he has scrambled my thoughts, wanted because he makes me feel like a bundle of walking hormones, and guilty because he looks betrayed by the fact that I was about to leave.
He doesn't acknowledge anything I say. Instead he regards me, holding my gaze, before looking past me, and walking towards the cab driver. I watch like I am stuck while he talks to the driver,
hands him a few bills, and taps the car twice as the driver peels off.
I am not supposed to notice this, but Liam Thorne has an amazing ass! One I would like to grab a hold of while he fucked me.
"Like what you see?”
There is still a bit of mystery in his tone, but there is also a smile on his face as he rakes his eyes over me. I stand there like I am waiting to pass some test before his eyes find mine and he cocks an eyebrow like he is waiting for an answer. I am tempted to respond, but I can't think of a witty comeback now that he is standing right before me.
"How do you know I was leaving?”
He points to the camera facing the gate.
“I have been watching you since you got here.”
When he gets to me, he takes the bag I have slung over my shoulder, slinging it over his own shoulder, then wraps both hands around me, drawing me close to him. His musky scent mixed with his body wash hits my nostrils and I almost moan. It is so him. My chest meshes with his and I feel embarrassed to feel my nipples harden against his. He holds me so tight that he almost crashes me against him.
We have worked together for three years, sometimes in close quarters, but I have never been this close to him. The only other time I felt him this close was when he had leaned over me in the office to point out a mistake I had made in the company name. The clean smell mixed in with the musky sandalwood had the effect it has on me now.
He lets me down slowly until my feet touch the ground before I notice they were dangling in the air as he was hugging me. He doesn't know it, but he has always had this effect on me- making me forget everything except him.
"You look really beautiful, Anna."
What do I say to that when he can tell from the red creeping over my skin how I feel already?
"Thank you. You look beau... handsome, too.”
The look he gives me is slightly amused as he puts a hand on the small of my back before leading me inside.
The house is even better inside than I would have thought.
He leads me through a grey mudroom with dark grey chairs to a large living room that looks like it belongs in a penthouse rather than a Georgian. There is a large l-shaped sectional encased in beige fabric that he leads me to. The minute his hand leaves my back, I immediately feel empty and strangely a little bit lonely.
"Is there anything I can get for you?”
I feel a little parched, so I say, "Water, please.”
He rounds the couch I am seated on to the massive kitchen that starts a few feet behind it. I hear him open a refrigerator door behind me and some more commotion before he hands me a glass of water and takes a seat on a single armchair facing me.
"Are you tired?” he asks me.
His head is cocked to the side and he regards me again with a curious look holding my gaze. I live in the city, but it is not that far to the suburb he lives in. He makes it sound like I came in from another state or country.
"I am fine.”
My voice comes off oddly quiet in contrast to the thoughts in my head. Liam is looking at me like I am the sole focus of his attention and I don't know whether to feel nervous or flattered. A man who looks like he just came off the pages of a GQ magazine, lives in a place like this, and runs a company like his- do I even measure up?
Besides, in the three years I have worked at Thorne tech, I have seen him with a model in his hands a time or two at events. Always tall, slender, and refined to boot.
Do I really measure up? I’m petite and curvy- some might say plump. And I hardly have looks stunning enough to model.
It wasn't that hard to know that he had a crush on me before, but apart from sex, what other use would a man like him want with an average person like me?
He is still looking at me when I glance up at him, almost like he can read my thoughts, his head tilted slightly to the side like he is observing me, and I squirm again.
Just fun, right?
I am here to explore this attraction between us, so I may as well.
Resolved, I maintain eye contact and place the glass on the glass table before me.
"Thank you.”
Another lingering glance and he stands up, asking me to follow him as he carries my bag.
"We will take it slow, Anna.” He says it like he can read my thoughts, but before I can say anything back to that, he continues, “Let me show you around.”
This time he keeps his hands to himself and a distance between us. It is such a contrast between the man who received me when I arrived and the man showing me around the house.
He is still friendly as he shows me room after room, but his voice is quieter than it was, and he seems reserved. Still, I follow him, admiring the graceful way he walks, feeling like I am in a dream I don't wish to wake up from. I say nothing, listening to his voice go on and on, until he shows me to my room.
"My room?”
My eyes must be wide because he gives me a strange look before answering me.
"Yes. Your room.”
I am never so obvious, but I find myself blurting out, “Is it your room too?”
Again, with that amused smile, he says, “No Anna, it is not.”
Okay, now I’m very confused. I really thought I would be spending my nights with him until the quarantine period ends. I want to know how this will happen. I want to ask him if he will even touch me, but I keep my mouth shut and follow him inside.
It is a nice room and a contrast to the rest of the house.
Most of the rooms I have seen downstairs have modern decor, but this room looks traditional and feminine. From the soft cream hues to the beige bed with matching sheets, this room is an exception.
"Did you decorate your home?"
"No. Some interior designer did, except this room. My mother decorated this one.”
I nod, deciding that makes sense, and feeling oddly relieved.
There are two other guest rooms, and small desk adjoined to his bedroom. The last room he finally shows me is his bedroom. It is so dark yet alluring and I can't help thinking that it captures him exactly.
The varying shades of brown mesmerize me alternating with a few strategically placed whites here and there. But what captures my eyes is the large four poster bed at the centre of the room. The silks and the deep colour of mahogany look as tempting as sin and I want to be with him here. I have no right to be, of course, but a girl can want.
Out of the corner of my eye, I find him looking at me like he wants to throw me on the bed himself.
Despite the sexual tension between us, though, lunch time finds us seated on opposite sides of the massive desk downstairs. It finds me already settled down in the guest room and working hard to now concentrate on work as we keep stealing glances of each other across Liam's desk.
He hasn't tried anything else all day, but has been a perfect gentleman, and I am hating it more than I can say. He orders lunch or the both of us, and we eat in silence, but I am not fooled.
Whatever has made him reserved has not made him want me less. He might think I am having second thoughts just because I am being reluctant, but that is not it at all. He might put me in a different room, but I know he wants me here. I can tell from the sexual tension clouding the air between us and it makes me more confident than he knows.
At night, he hugs me goodnight like a proper gentleman, and I let him.
Perhaps I should give him time, but I hope he knows that I intend to explore whatever this is between us.
Chapter Five – Anna
My legs dig into the bed and I moan so loud at how good I feel. Vaguely I wonder if he can hear me through the walls, but I can't make myself care at all.
My fingers swirl around my clitoris again and again and my eyes glaze over while remembering how his lips curled around the strawberry we had for dessert last night. I remember the way his tongue licked the whipped cream from his fingers. I close my eyes, imagining that wicked tongue of his in between my legs and those long fingers dipping into me.
His
voice was so dark and sensual, I feel it all over me as I imagine him telling me to push my fingers inside me. In my fantasy, he says he’s close, and that he needs to see it.
The weight of the blanket is nothing like his, but I allow myself to pretend I have Liam on top of me just as I detonate into a thousand pieces, feeling every piece of me fall away. My orgasm steals over me just as I imagine what his darkened eyes would look like if they were watching me cum.
"Damn you,” I say to empty air.
I feel so wound up all the time that I’m like a bomb that needs to go off nearly every time I’m near him. Liam effing Thorne does this to me and in the past three days he has been doing nothing about it and it is frustrating the crap out of me.
I catch my breath slowly, feeling like I have only succeeded in taking the edge off. Peeling my sweaty body from in between she sheets, I drag myself to the bathroom, turn on the shower and get into it when the water is warm enough.
Every part of me feels sensitized, and again, I’m choosing to blame all of this on him. The water might feel good on my skin, but I know it’s his fingers I want on my body.
Then a thought occurs to me- why don't you show him you want him?
After all, he never took action before, until the day I started flirting with him. Maybe I need to express my interest in exploring the attraction between us so that he can take some more.
I walk into our shared home office downstairs feeling all sorts of cheeky and naughty. Liam looks at me, then does a double take inhaling sharply. I want to smile, I really do, but I’m determined to make this look as innocent as possible.
I am wearing a red lace bra and a matching pair of panties behind a sheer dress that hits my upper thighs just right. Instead of the normal Mary Jane's that I usually wear, I am in black high heels.
I am dressed the exact same way I was dressed when we had our online sex session. Even my hair is fanning around me the same way it was that night and my lips have a sinful red coat of lipstick on them. If this doesn't let him know I want him, I don't know what will.