Smut warning

He's been such a sarcastic ass all week. He has no idea how much of a turn on I find that to be or maybe he does. I don't know why I'm like this..
We share flirty banter here and there,
but I'm shy so, I don't make a move unless he does. 

Today, he told me if I was in the mafia, my name would be, "Too Beautiful." Completely caught off guard because the mere thought, that I heard him incorrectly had me doing this awkward laugh with a smile. Weird situation, right? I thought so too, until I took note of what book I was reading. "Little Bird" by Kally Ash. Not much on the cover to give away this is that category of book. So, does this man know dark romance mafia?? If, so I'm done for.

Hm... So, he pays attention, fuck another turn on.

I watch him as he plays with the buttons on his shirt and then as he moves with ease, hands run through his hair.  He has this flow of movement that takes your eyes exactly where he wants you to look, when he wants you to look there. I can't contain my thoughts, there's nothing I'd like more than to rip open that shirt and send every button flying, pull his hair and kiss down his neck. It's been way too long since I felt a man's touch. I decide to play a little game of my own. I peak up to see if I'm in his line of sight. Oh yes, yes I am. 

A small little smirk crosses my lips as I sigh and move to pull on my ponytail letting my hair fall down my shoulders. I look up again, slightly more this time to see if he's paying attention. We briefly make eye contact and I look away automatically on cue because after all, I'm too shy for this shit, but fuck it.

I run my fingertips along the edge of my low cut shirt a couple times pulling it lower, revealing to him the top of my maroon lace bra. Thank God I put on a sexy bra this morning. I'd say panties to match, but I like not wearing those and today, I'm not wearing any. I run the end of a pen along my lips and bite my bottom one.

He stands there with a deer in a headlight look. I know he wasn't expecting this from me. I'm too quiet and I practically turn every ugly shade of red imaginable when the man flirts with me.

I decided to take this a step further and push out my chair. My skirt is rather short, so works out in my favor. I run a hand along my leg and slowly bunch up the skirt higher towards my waist. I think about uncrossing my legs, but flashing poor old Martha over there, my well trimmed and waxed womanhood, might give her a heart attack.

So, I'll stick with my hands massaging my thighs as high up as I can take this. It's nearly showing the side of my ass, but that's the point. I'm snapped out of my seductive state, when I hear abrupt coughing and see him nearly killed over.

Martha being the sweet woman she is, concerned hitting his back while asking if he's alright. I can't help but to giggle and scoot my chair back in.  Glancing back up I take note, he looks really uncomfortable in those black dress pants. God, they literally hug him in all the right areas. I'd love to rip them the fuck off of him and throw him on a desk, jump on top....
No, shit... focus...

Just then, I feel something brush up against the side of me. He's leaned in just enough, so no one can see he's got his cock against my hip. He leans in and runs a hand up my skirt to my inner thigh, just out of reach from the place that is now embarrassingly wet. This causes me to jump a little and loosen my legs from being crossed, to feel more of his touch as if he commanded it.

He comes close to my ear and whispers to me, that he's got something to give me in his office and that if I wanted it, I'd have to come and take it.....

Oh.. fuck me. I think I will....

Trying to mask my nervousness and instead end up gulping, turning five shades of red. He smirks. That asshole knew he got to me and I don't like it. I need to be better at this. I need the control in this situation. I glance at the clock and notice it's time for me to leave, which gave me an idea. I push him back away as I slowly stand up making sure to rub my body directly up against his. So flush against him it takes the front of my shirt down lower. His eyes watching my every move, more importantly, watching my tits as they spill over the top of my bra.

I pull a move he did just seconds ago and slightly brush my hand across his now stiffening cock. I give it a little grab and let my lips run against his ear lobe.

"Tomorrow, I'll come collect. It's time for me to go and I don't want to upset my boss, now do I?"

With that, I slowly walk back and smile while adjusting my top.  He has this primal look about him and if it wasn't for poor old Martha, I have no doubt I wouldn't have a say in him throwing me over his shoulder and making me do things. I have a feeling things I've never done before. God, I really want to know those things...

Why can't this shit
really happen to me though, lol
Ahh... a girl can dream.
Although, the mafia
comment did happen at one job.