by Jamie Knight
I hate watching her curvy hips walk through the hallway each day and not being able to wrap my arms around them. I hate seeing her plump ass underneath her skirt and not being able to grab ahold of it.
At first, I thought maybe I could have her as a quick lay, to get her out of my system. But then I told myself that wasn’t wise for the firm and to leave her alone.
But I saw the furtive little glances she snuck at me during the work day. I loved how she batted her innocent yet tempting eyes at me. I swear her nipples stood up hard for me under her blouse, as if she was just daring me to pinch them.
So, after a lot of thought, I decided to bring her here and take her, once and for all.
And part of me knows that I’m in deep. I don’t want her just once. I want her over and over again, underneath my command and my control. Under my roof.
Knowing myself, I doubt that I could have any genuine feelings for her, but I'm not too sure about that anymore, to be honest.
If I didn't have feelings, then I wouldn't be thinking about her this much, right?
Why else would I care so much about her coming?
I never think this much about any other woman.
I hope she never figures that out. I would feel kind of ashamed if she did. At any rate, her being here will not only offer me a chance to lust after her, but also let me get to know her as a person.
My conscience gets the better of me for a moment, and I start to hope that it wasn't wrong of me that I asked her to come out here tonight. In my head, after I thought it all out, it sounded perfectly logical, but then again, I did have another motive for wanting to have her here with me as soon as possible.
I’m craving this extra time with her. I know I sound like I'm infatuated with her, and it's true. I watch her walking around the office every day, all day long. There's no denying how badly I want to be with her.
A night like tonight is all that I have been thinking about for quite some time. It's actually pretty fortunate that an opportunity finally presented itself. I feel like I need to laugh at that thought, whether out of excitement or anticipation or something else. I have enough self-control not to, though, and instead I just let a small smile escape my lips.
I see Cassie pull up and wave at me from her car. I'm actually very nervous about having her in my home. That's a first. I'm usually very calm around women.
I lured her here by telling her that I’ll need to work from home during the quarantine, but that's not actually the truth. Our office was never ordered to close. I have a different plan in mind. I want to get her close enough to me to convince her that she suits my life just as she suits my office. You could say that I want her and I need her to be mine.
All this was an elaborate scheme that I had been planning for a while. This virus presented the perfect opportunity to make it happen.
I watch her through the window as she gets out of her car, dressed in her little skirt and heels. I all but lick my lips as she gets closer. I walk the few short steps to the front door and open it for her, so she doesn't need to knock.
I have a smile on my face as I greet her. I made sure I was freshly shaved and showered for her arrival. She takes me by surprise when instead of a hello, a soft moan comes out. We are both shocked into silence.
I watch as her face turns red. She quickly clamps her mouth shut and looks down at the ground. Her embarrassment is clearly evident. I struggle to collect myself, too.
That moan was surprising, and also arousing. Her blush also catches my attention. I wasn't prepared to feel a surge of lust so quickly.
"Come in," I finally tell her after a few seconds of awkward silence, the big smile still on my face.
She doesn't meet my eyes, but she does walk into the living room as I close the door behind her.
"Put your things down wherever. I think you'll work in the living room and I'll take the office," I explain.
I'm trying to start a conversation between us, so things stop being awkward and she feels more comfortable around me.
"Okay, whatever you decide will be best," she mutters after a moment.
I watch as she puts her things down on the coffee table. She looks around the room a few times before finally looking me in the face.
I love the color of her eyes, an entrancing green. It's hard to tell whether or not she's impressed by me, and, if so, if it’s just for my money, like many women are. She doesn't strike me as a gold-digger, though.
"This is a nice place you have," she compliments me quietly.
Her tone seems a little guarded or reserved as she speaks.
She's very soft-spoken right now, as if she's too shy to be around me. I have to admit that her timidity appeals to me very much. I've always kind of liked it when women act like that, although I don't think she is acting.
She appears to be genuinely nervous about being here. I don't know if it's because we are alone together or if it's just a bad reaction to me in general. That thought makes me worried, and now I'm hoping it's not the latter of the two. That would be really disappointing and make my plan much more difficult.
I clear my throat, forcing myself to focus, and start a new conversation with her.
"Allow me to show you to your room. You can stay in it while we are working here together, " I tell her, and I beckon for her to follow me out of the living room and down the hallway.
"Should I bring my things?" she asks me. I pause and turn to look at her.
"That's up to you, or you can put them away after work. I was just planning to show you around right now," I reply.
She nods and follows me down the hall. I open the door to the guest bedroom, and she walks inside. As we go, I steal tiny glances at her shapely hourglass figure. I can't help it - my attraction for her is stronger than ever, now that she is in my house.
I try not to think about how that puts her in close proximity to my bedroom. If I do that, I’m just going to want to pick her up in my arms and take her there right now. I want to throw her on my bed and rip her prim little office clothes off.
Shaking the fantasy out of my head, I show her the spare bathroom is just a short distance away.
"That's good because I kind of need to use the restroom," she admits, sounding embarrassed.
"Go ahead. Take your time, I'll be in my office." I reply, gesturing to its door nearby.
"Ok, sounds good," she chirps as she quickly disappears into the bathroom.
That makes me want to laugh a little. It's almost cute, in a way. Like she's flirting without meaning to.
I sigh longingly before I can stop myself, and I retreat into my office. I sit at my desk and try to appear as if I am working, just in case she is watching. I highly doubt that she would be, but you never know. Even passing curiosity could cause her to glance this way.
After a short while, I see her walk out of the bathroom. She notices me in the office and pokes her head in.
"I'm going to put my stuff in the bedroom really quick, if that's okay?" she asks me.
I look at her trying to hide my delight at the fact that she asked my permission before doing anything.
"Sure, take your time, we're in no hurry to start," I reply with a smile.
She returns it as she walks out of the room. I make sure she's not looking at me, as I watch her grab her belongings and place them in the bedroom that I have given her. When you're attracted to someone, it's hard to keep them out of your thoughts and mind.
She walks quietly. I can see her taking things out of boxes and arranging them in the room. A part of me is happy that she took my advice and is trying to make herself comfortable here.
She seems happy, too, or at least she looks that way while she is fixing up her room. I want to smile so badly at that. It kind of makes me feel proud a little.
Does that mean that she might be as interested in being here with me as I am?
Maybe that is wishful thinking.
I hope it's not.
I let myself recall the way that she
moaned earlier and wonder if that's an indication that she has feelings for me. I hope it's not wrong of me to secretly want it to be so.
I get a hold of myself, and I laugh internally at the way I’m acting. It's crazy to be thinking this way. I can't let my emotions get the better of me right now, but how do I keep that from happening? I mean, she's in my house, it's going to be next to impossible. I’ve really put myself in a bad spot, honestly.
I realize that I have been staring at her for too long. I can't tip her off to my feelings. I sigh deeply. This quarantine is going to be a lot more difficult than I imagined. Still, any opportunity that I get to be with her is worth it.
For weeks, I’ve tried to get work done in the office, but all I can ever think of is her flushed cheeks and how she might be when I take her.
Will she be nervous and blush then too?
I hope so.
That embarrassed face she made turned me on like a light switch earlier.
I can’t concentrate like this. I have no choice but to close my eyes and masturbate. I really need the release.
My thoughts are of her riding me here in my home office. I would be playing with her ass hole, jutting my finger in and out of it while her pussy bobbed up and down on my cock.
I’d be biting her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.
Her entire body would be mine for the taking.
I imagine her green eyes burning into me as she cums.
What emotions would I see in them? T
hat image alone is too much, and I cum quickly all over my hand.
What is this woman doing to me?
Afterwards, cleaning up in the bathroom, I decide that I have to have her, no matter what it takes. I can't take it slow with her, as I had originally planned. I want her too much to wait for her.
I never thought I could be capable of feeling this way about any woman. I feel lost and confused, the only things that I know are that my heart has fallen for her and that I will stop at nothing to be with her.
I feel less stressed now that I’ve gotten some of my lust out. My feelings about her have become clearer. I just hope I don't startle her away, and that she might feel the same way about me.
I smile at that thought. We could be so happy with one another. Not just working side by side, but actually living together and coming home to each other.
It's strange. I’ve never pictured myself actually wanting these things in life. I mean, I have fun with women, I have dated before, of course, but I never wanted those flings to develop into anything serious. Usually I was all about one-night stands and shied away from commitment, because I had my work to focus on.
Hopefully if things work out over these next few weeks, like I want them to, I can have this type of conversations with Cassie.
Despite my big dreams, I've only interacted with her around the office. We have never had a real reason to talk deeply. Maybe that's why she always appears to be so shy and quiet. I hope to change all that within the next few days, but that leaves me with a bigger problem.
Am I really ready to open up and share my thoughts with her? It's crazy that I'm having that thought only now, but I think that maybe I am.
Obviously I want to be with her, so that must mean that I am ready for her to know everything about me.
I have no idea what this strange mix of lust, desire, and – what is the more mild form of “love?”; “like”? – is doing to me but I just know that I want to explore it all, and as soon as possible, with Cassie, in reality, and not just in my fantasies.
Chapter 3
Cassie
It took me a while, but I finally unpacked all the stuff that I brought with me and settled into Matt's guest bedroom. The room feels more cozy, almost like home now.
I sit on the bed and sigh, because it was a lot of work and I need a short break. I peek down the hall and see that Matt is still busy in his office.
That's good - he told me to take my time, and it looks like I can get a few more things done before he needs my help. Honestly, I'm not ready to be alone with him again just yet. Crazy, I know, but my crush is going to make it very difficult to be around him at times.
I dig through my purse and pull out my phone. I decide the first thing that I should do is call my neighbor.
I know I'm not going to be returning home anytime soon, so I have to let her know. There are some minor things that will need tending to there while I am away. She is the only person that I trust to take care of them.
I talk to my neighbor for a few minutes. I tell her that I won’t be back for a few weeks and ask if she can water my plants and other things. She says "of course," and we exchange stay-safe reminders before hanging up.
I put my phone down on the bed and wonder what to do next. Matt hasn't asked for my help in the office yet, so I assume that I still have free time to relax. I wish I could, but I feel sort of anxious right now. I know that a lot of it has to do with my feelings for Matt.
I'm trying so hard to keep myself under control, but that's very difficult to do.
All I want is for Mr. Barnes to slip his hand up my skirt, pull my panties to the side, and put his fingers in me. I want to lean up against his leg and bite his lip while he bends down and kisses me.
I don't know why I keep torturing myself like this!
He's handsome, successful, and so way out of my league. I know this for a fact, but a part of me still doesn't want to believe it, no matter how hard I try to convince myself. That means I need to work harder at it, though. There is no way that there could be any mutual attraction or romance between us.
We are in no way meant to be together.
I feel a tingle of disbelief at my own words and shake my head.
I am so pathetic.
I sigh, then resolutely sit up in the bed. There's something that I can do to hammer it home to myself once and for all that Matt and I are not meant to be together. I grab my notepad and pen from the dresser next to the bed, open the notebook to a blank page, and start writing.
I start to brainstorm all of Matt’s various qualities and characteristics. This is not easy stuff to do well, but it's all necessary to crush my crush.
I am trying to write down all the reasons why being with Matt is impossible or bad for me. I feel like this will help me get over my feelings for him. It’s slow going, and I stare at the wall as I try to think of what to write first.
Fifteen minutes later, I put my pen down and sigh in frustration. I’ve only been able to think of three things. I read them quietly to myself.
Reason 1 why I hate Matthew Barnes: Too tall.
Reason 2: Too Intimidating.
Reason 3: Not very talkative.
I want to laugh at myself. This is the most ridiculous list that I have ever read. I’m getting so incredibly frustrated. I tried to think of reasons to keep myself from falling for him, but instead I just end up fantasizing about him. I really am hopeless.
I put the notebook away and get up to close the bedroom door. Once it's closed, I flop down on the bed, and my mind involuntarily starts thinking of how his body looks in the tailored suits he wears to the main office.
I can't stop myself from moaning softly again. Thank goodness he isn’t close enough to hear me. I'm still surprised by how much of a shock to my sexual system it was to see him in a form-hugging tee shirt and pajama pants. He might look handsome in a suit, but oh my gosh, I wanted to jump his bones when he opened the front door earlier.
I’m helplessly wet thinking about that. The urge is so overwhelming that before I even realize it, I’m already reaching down to touch myself. I wonder yet again how his fingers would feel inside of me, as I push my own in.
I realize now just how much I want that to happen. I was already on the edge from being around him at work all day today, so I cum quickly with his name on my lips. I take a breath and fix my clothes. I need to go to the bathroom again and clean up.
I cannot help wondering if I will be able to survive in this close p
roximity to him for a couple of weeks, or longer. My time here is going to be very difficult. I'm not doing a good enough job of fighting my feelings for him.
It is going to take every ounce of willpower that I have to stay sane. I sincerely hope that I am strong enough to be able to resist. I don't know if I am.
I have never had anyone test me like this before. I'll have to try out different techniques and see which ones keep my heart down the best.
There is a lot more effort involved with killing a crush than I originally thought. That's okay, though, because I have never been afraid of a little hard work.
I try not to look at him as I walk past his office to go to the bathroom. I feel a small sense of pride at being able to do that. I decide a shower is in order.
The hot water will definitely relax me and help me to go to sleep later when it’s time.
I need a good, dreamless night, after whatever work Matt has for me to do.
But first, I need to clean myself off after a long day of work and before starting an “evening shift” here at Mr. Barnes’ mansion.
Right now, I don't want to think about anything.
Especially not him.
Chapter 4
Cassie
After my bath, I put on some comfortable PJs, hoping their casualness doesn’t make me look too obnoxious and young, as if I’m going to a slumber party. I decided to err on that side of things, though, instead of anything sexy, because I’m afraid to reveal my true feelings.
Mr. Barnes finally called me out to help him with work – I guess he did, indeed, have actual work for me to do here.
So, now, I have been working with Matt on a twenty-page client contract for several hours, though it feels as though it’s been even longer. I have a chair next to him at the desk. I get up to stretch and walk around the room as he puts the finishing touches on the document.