I placed the glass on the coffee table in front of me, and my hand subconsciously went to my crotch. I’d masturbated to fantasies about her before, but the prospect of this one made me instantly hard. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes as I focused on the image of her face. Her beautiful heart shaped face with her pouty pink lips. The green eyes that shot daggers at me. Her blonde straight hair and how silky they had felt to the touch.
I could picture her clearly, and I stroked my erect cock through the fabric of my pants. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and unzip my pants, not yet. I imagined what it would be like to undress her, if she’d have goosebumps on her skin, if she’d pull me to her and ravage me with her mouth.
The doorbell rang loud and clear through the house and I jumped off the couch. The clock on the wall told me it was nearly nine and I definitely wasn’t expecting anyone. I cleared my throat, conscious of the explicit thoughts I’d just been having of Beverley. Grabbing the glass of whiskey back up from the table, I made my way towards the front door.
In the foyer, I could finally see outside. All the walls were of glass and a bright front door light was shining down on Beverley standing there. I quickened my pace, confused and in shock. The last place I had expected to see her next, was at my own front door. She was staring inside the house, and I watched as she tucked in strands of silken hair behind her ears.
“Beverley!” I exclaimed as I opened the door wide.
She was standing with her hands clasped together, and to my surprise she smiled at me.
“It was incredibly easy for me to find your home address online,” she said, and without another word from me, she pushed past and walked into my house.
“Are you surprised to see me, Grant?” she said and I raised my eyebrows in agreement.
Chapter 9
Beverley
I’d expected his house to be impressive, but what I saw really took me by surprise. Everywhere I looked, a minimal decor and good taste greeted me, including the low hanging abstract chandelier from the ceiling. Grant was standing in front of me, speechless still, holding a glass of drink in his hand.
He was in a pair of tan pants and a casual old t-shirt, his blue eyes were bright and his lips looked thin and firm set.
“Yes, I’m a little surprised,” he said in a low voice.
“Am I intruding in your personal space?” I asked him and took a few steps towards him. Grant clenched his jaw and a flicker of a smile washed over his face.
“Of course not,” he said curtly and I smiled wide at him, arching an eyebrow up at him.
“It doesn’t feel too good to be intruded upon, does it?” I said to him coyly and he kept his eyes on me, watching me as I walked closer to him. I was aware of the open see-through nature of his house, but there was nobody around and only darkness around. Whatever feelings of self-consciousness I would have felt any other time, were gone now. Seeing Grant again had set my blood pumping and now there was no backing down.
“Is that what this is about?” he asked, still in a low voice. “You’re trying to teach me a lesson for kissing you?” he continued, and he placed the glass in his hand on a floating shelf on the glass wall beside him.
I shrugged my shoulders as I inched closer to him. His gaze dropped for a few moments to my breasts and flickered and then he looked up at me again. Before I showed up here, I’d changed into what I thought was the sexiest dress I owned. A short blue cocktail dress which had a plunging neckline that revealed my cleavage. It clung to me as I moved towards him, my high black stilettos clicking softly against his wooden flooring.
“I don’t know if I want to teach you a lesson. More like I want you to see how strange it feels when you’re surprised with something,” I said to him finally. Only a few inches remained between us, and Grant was looking down at me keenly. He raised his eyebrows and smiled fully now.
“Surprised? You mean, when I offered you a job in my company?” he asked. I had to crane my neck to look up at him now. In college, I couldn’t imagine being this close to him but our kiss in the afternoon had filled me with renewed strength.
“You flung it on me,” I said.
“I d
idn’t expect you to make a decision right then. I wanted you to take your time and think about it,” he replied and I took in a sharp breath. We were veering from the topic. I wanted to keep talking about the kiss. If this was the only chance I’d have to get close to Grant again, I was going to take it. He was going to buy my company, what else could I have to lose? My mind! But I wasn’t thinking about it then. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss all day, and I wanted more.
“You were right Grant,” I said in a soft voice and licked my lips. His eyes fell to my lips and then swung down to my breasts. “It was nice to see you again,” I added.
He lunged at me. Closing the space between us with one quick step. His arms snapped around me and he pulled me to his body. Our lips were locked together and he groaned. This time, our kiss wasn’t as gentle and surprising. He thrust his tongue between my lips and I welcomed him in. I wasn’t going to waste any time, I jutted my hips out to meet his body and he leaned me backwards.
I could taste him in my mouth. My hands found his shoulders and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was leaning me backwards, lower and lower as we kissed. Desperately, like we’d been hungry for days.
My hands fumbled with his t-shirt and I slid it up his torso. He pulled his face away from me and I rolled his t-shirt up, over his head and flung it to the floor.
Grant’s fingers found the inside of my thigh and he gently started sliding my dress up. I moaned lightly and he looked up at me and smiled. Then his eyes fell to my breasts and he let go of my thighs. Still holding my waist with one arm, his other hand went up my body. He squeezed my breasts once and then found the zip on the side of my dress.
It was happening. It was actually happening! I bit down on my lip as he pulled the zip down. I was in Grant Jennings’ arms. My dress slid off and he helped push it off my shoulders and it fell down my legs to the floor. I was now only in my blue lace bra and panties.
Grant finally let me go. I stumbled backwards and gawked at him. His torso was bare, chiseled like he was a piece of crafted woodwork. His skin was the color of sand, and his stomach was flat with a thin trail of dark hair disappearing down the front of his pants.