Treyton was astonished.

Never in his dreams had he imagined Erisha initiating a kiss, always having been the one to lead.
To have her body pressed against his, her soft lips over his, was like every imagination come to life.
It took him seconds to process, but they were enough for Erisha to move her head back and look at him, uncertainty on her face, her eyes questioning.

Erisha couldn't believe she had actually dared to do that. Kiss Treyton Elrod, by catching him unawares.
She saw shock in his eyes, but there was a flare of desire as well. And that's what gave her the confidence, to do it again.

This time, his response was everything she had wanted. He kissed her back. Putting his hands around her neck, so she wouldn't move, (not that she wanted to), he pushed his tongue inside, raiding her soft mouth. His tongue found hers, and she let him suck at and around the crevices of her mouth, wanting so much more.

Still kissing, Treyton bent slightly, and lifting her up, placed her on his desk. Erisha pushed her hands through his hair, as his head came to her level.
His hands slid over her back, pulling her closer, so that her breasts pushed against his chest.

'God! Ich will dich! I want you..'
Treyton breathed against her lips, and she could feel his burgeoning manhood pressing against her stomach.
He invaded her mouth again, as if he couldn't not.

Erisha felt her whole body humming with sensation, as his hands stroked her shoulders and arms.
She didn't even object, when pushing aside his laptop, Treyton leaned her back on the wide wooden desk, bending over her, so that her upper body lay straight on the surface.
Erisha caught hold of his necktie, and pulled him towards her.
His lips scorched her neck, as he ran kisses down to her collarbone, and above her round neckline.
'Oh God!'

His lips created fire, his tongue flickering out to taste her skin. He pushed her skirt upwards, one hand running up her leg and thigh, causing Erisha's muscles to contract in pleasure. She squirmed beneath his mouth, as he took her lips again, his hand busy. She almost came off the desk, moaning, as it reached the junction of her thighs and his thumb brushed over her panties against her intimate area.

'Yes! You want me too..'

'No..'
She protested, pushing at his shoulders and arms, unknown sensations creating havoc within her.

'Yesss..'
He caught hold of her hands, as they came out to stop him from touching her so intimately, and pinned them above her head with his, as with the other, he continued to stroke.

Just as his fingers moved aside her panties to touch her, unable to stay still, Erisha tried to free her hands. Since there were several things on the desk above her head, her hands hit something, and it went crashing on the floor, creating a loud shattering noise.
His hand stilled, and Erisha used the moment to free her hands, and push at him.

Still dazed, Treyton stood up straight, just as there was a knock at the door. Erisha turned her head to look at the door, then back at Treyton, her eyes wide in shock.
Treyton grasped for control, finding it difficult, with Erisha sitting on his desk, her skirt ridden above her thighs, her hair in disarray, her face flushed.

The knock came again.
'Sir, is everything alright?'
Irma's voice came through the door.
Treyton thanked his lucky stars that his assistant always waited for his command before coming in.

'Oh my God!'
Erisha quickly lowered her skirt, hiding those gorgeous legs from his sight, as she scrambled off of the desk, trying to fix herself.

'There's a bathroom over there..'
Treyton gestured with his head, and Erisha nodded gratefully, before she hurried to it and shut the door.
Fixing his tie, Treyton pulled his chair, which had shifted by their actions towards the window, and quickly seated himself.
'Come in!'

Irma entered the room, and if she was surprised to see the beautiful woman she had let in a while ago missing, she kept it to herself, and came forward to see the shattered glass on the floor.
'Sir, are you alright? I heard the crash, and thought..'

'My hand hit that paperweight by mistake, and it fell..'
Treyton lied, his thoughts on the woman in his bathroom.

'I'll get it cleaned right away. Are you ready for your next meeting?'
She looked confused, as if wondering when the woman had left without her knowing.

'Not yet! My last meeting is not over yet. She's in the bathroom. Hold the next.'
Treyton dismissed her.
'Oh! And get this cleaned after my meeting is over!'
Irma looked a bit surprised at that, but nodded, and left, shutting the door.
'Thank God!'
He muttered, before he shot off his chair, and moved to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Erisha leaned against the door, her face still flushed with desire.
Oh God! What did you think you were doing? Acting so wanton..what if somebody had come in, instead of just knocking..God! That would have been so embarrassing!
As for Treyton..how will I face him now..I..

'Erisha!'
There was a knock on the door behind her, and Erisha put her hand to her throat, startled.
'You can come out now!'

Straightening up, Erisha cleared her throat.
'Just a minute!'
She called, before checking her reflection in the mirror.
She was horrified to see her hair all awry, and out of the braid she had tied today. The neckline of her dress looked stretched. And her face..her face was red, her mouth swollen from his kisses.
Erisha quickly fixed her braid, and splashed water over her hot face, before using several tissues to wipe it.
Squaring her shoulders, and taking a deep breath, she finally opened the door and went out.

Treyton was standing by the window, looking down into the city.
Feeling thankful for small mercies, Erisha moved towards his desk. As she passed the shattered glass on the floor, she flushed again, her gaze going to the desk, where they had been making out just moments before.

'I don't know how I'll be able to sit at that desk and concentrate on work ever again..'
Treyton drawled, and her eyes shot to his face, in time to see a look of amusement cross his eyes, as he looked at her. She blushed again, and looked away.

'I..I'm sorry about..'
She pointed towards the glass on the floor, looking down.

'So am I..'
His voice came from right behind her, and she turned in surprise, to see him standing extremely close, his green gaze fixed on her.

'What?'
She was flabbergasted at his reply.

'Yeah! If the paperweight hadn't fallen when it did, you would have still been writhing with pleasure..what?'
He asked, as he saw her cheeks darken even more.
He covered the distance between them, and brushed his knuckles over her hot flushed face, liking her small gasp.
'You can't deny that you were as aroused as I was..I liked it..'

'I..you..actually..'
Erisha fumbled with her words, as he kept looking at her.
'I came here to..'

'Convince me to believe you!'
She looked stupefied.
'Yes! Don't make that face! I understood it the minute I saw you! All that bull about wanting to strike a deal and all..all to distract me. You just wanted me to believe in you regarding David. Isn't that right?'
He raised his eyebrows at her, while she stood there looking stumped.

'I..'
He cocked his head to listen to what she had to say, as if the answer was really important to him.
'You are right..'
Erisha began, and saw him smirk.
'I did come here to do that..but..'

'You realised that you had missed me, and so couldn't control your emotions, as soon as you saw me?'
He looked amused.

'I..what?'
Erisha bristled.
'What a high opinion you have of yourself! You..you..'

'I believe the word you are looking for is good looking..or..maybe sexy..'
He lowered his tone.

'Insufferable! That's the word!'
Erisha moved past him, but he caught her hand, and pulled her towards himself.

'Oh, come on!'

'I don't want to go anywhere, except home! Let me go!'
Erisha tried to get her wrist out of his grasp, but he didn't let go.

'But we didn't even discuss what you came here for!'

'I don't think you deserve an explanation..'

'Oh, but I do..I deserve to know..'
He brought his lips close to hers, but didn't touch.
'What is going through your head..'
He bent even closer.
'If you are thinking of more ways to distract me..like maybe...invite me to dinner..'

Erisha had been getting goosebumps by his closeness, but at his words, she blinked.
'What?'

Treyton moved back, and let her go.
He walked over to his desk, as she watched in amazement.
'You heard that right!'
He sat in his chair behind his desk, his eyes on her still.
'The least you can do is invite me for dinner, so you get a chance to ask for my forgiveness..'

'Forgiveness? What ev..'

'I know..very nice of you, I must say..'
Treyton pulled his laptop from where he had pushed it a little while ago, and opened its' cover.
'I'm free this weekend..'

'For what?'
Erisha muttered, but he heard.

'For dinner! And whatever else you might be offering..'

'Offering? You!'
Erisha moved forward towards his desk in indignation.

'I wouldn't mind a home cooked meal. I find that I like Indian food..'
The way he said that sounded as if he was definitely not talking about food..but her..

Stop it, Erisha! You are crazy..
'You..'
She stepped forward again.

'That seems to be the word of the day today..'
His intercom buzzed, and he put it on speaker.
'Yes, Irma!'

'Sir, your next appointment is here!'

'Yes! Miss Erisha is just leaving..let them in!'

Erisha was left standing there, dismissed, unable to believe how the tables had been turned on her.
She moved towards the door, her mind in a tizzy.

There was a knock on the door, just as she reached for the handle. She opened it, to see Treyton's assistant standing there with a man.

'So I'll be seeing you Friday evening!'
Tteyton called, just as she exited through the door.
Erisha turned to glare at him, and he have her a mock salute in return.
'Hello, Smith!'
She heard him greet the man who entered, before the door shut behind him.

Wow, Erisha! What the hell just happened in there? How did I end up inviting him for dinner? And it wasn't even my choice! What is he really thinking? I'm sure I will find out..on Friday..

Treyton felt a sense of satisfaction at whatever had just happened, however it may have happened.

As he listened absentmindedly to his colleague go on about some work he wanted Treyton to do for him, Treyton's mind wandered to Erisha.

The minute he had seen her, all his thoughts about staying away and ignoring her, had flown out the window like high speed Internet.
And when she had kissed him..that had been his undoing..he had wanted to take her on his desk, right then and there..
So much for your control, Treyton boy!
And getting himself a dinner invite..that had been an excellent move, he felt.
He wanted to explore whatever was between them, despite all his misgivings about her.
I will find out what makes you tick..if it's the last thing I do..
Friday..come quick...

To be continued....