Fall From Grace

GRACE

Istomp into the office the next day. Pissed as fuck. I let him get to me. Let him touch me. I don’t know if I am more pissed at him for the way he finger fucked me in the car until I was so close to the edge then stopped, leaving me wanton and soaked, or pissed at myself for letting him touch me. I mean, that was my intention the whole time. Drive him crazy with my outfits, outfits I would never wear, so he would finally cave instead of pretending nothing happened between us.

Of course when I get into the office he isn’t here. Then I remember he has court this morning. I toss my coat on the couch and adjust my skirt and top. I overdid it today. I don’t know what has come over me. Just this rampant need to tease him so much he will ravish me. And after how he left me yesterday, I could barely wait to get home so I could strip my clothes off and use my vibrator while thinking of his monster dick. I squeeze my thighs together just thinking about it now. I want him between my legs. Fuck, I want him in my mouth, choking me.

I pull the leather skirt down and make sure it’s covering my ass. It’s an A-line skirt, so it flares out but it’s so short I can barely lean over without my ass cheeks popping out. It’s highly inappropriate. But all I really want is for Carson to see me in it, see the emerald lace panties underneath then lock the door to his office, bend me over his desk and fuck me.

God I need to get a life.

I work diligently all morning, flipping through files and trying to find any evidence that supports what Phillips told us yesterday in the prison. I manage to not have to get up as some of the interns come in and out of the office to help look through testimonies and depositions. My shirt is harmless. A black blouse. But if any of them saw what I have on the bottom half of me, I’m sure they would be questioning the relationship between me and Carson.

And if my brother saw me. He would definitely figure it out. Good thing he had to go to the doctor with Chelsi this morning for a checkup. And I know he has court later in the day. So I should have no reason to see him or him to see me in this skirt that I haven’t worn since college.

Carson returns to the office at lunch with a scowl on his face. He kicks all the interns out and says he needs silence for the day.

We all give each other a knowing look, his case did not go as he wanted this morning. His plea deal probably falling through, forcing him to have to go through a trial.

After April leaves, he groans and pours himself a large glass of scotch.

“Did it not go so well?”

He glares at me as he downs half the glass. “You think?”

I purse my lips. “I can go with the other interns. Leave you alone.”

He shakes his head. “No, you can stay. Besides, I am starving. Can you order lunch? I have a meeting in two hours and I want to eat before then and get this case figured out.”

I nod and keep quiet as I order his favorite meal from Gloria’s and order myself a salad. I choose delivery because I do not want to walk around downtown Asheville in this skirt.

I watch Carson as he sits at his desk. I can tell he is frustrated and not just by his words from earlier. His fists are clenched and he is just staring mindlessly at his computer. The scotch is empty and although I don’t think it’s the time or place to get up with this skirt on that I am now kicking myself for wearing, I decide to get up anyway and pour him another glass.

I pull my skirt down as I stand but it does little to cover up my thighs. I walk over to his desk and grab the empty glass, and that’s when he finally looks at me. He doesn’t say a word though. Doesn’t act like the man from this week who would attempt to flirt with me or say something dirty. Instead, he just watches me as I walk to the bar cart and pour him another drink. I can feel his eyes boring into me. I don’t mean to drop the lid to the decanter onto the carpet. Although I am sure he thought I did. I lean over to pick it up and hear him growl. I tried my best to keep my ass covered but should have known it would be no use.

I bring him his scotch and he rips it out of my hand. The look of lust and anger all over his face. I head back to the table and get to work. The two of us working in silence as we eat lunch.

I end up flitting around the office for the next hour while he preps for whatever call he has. But there are file boxes everywhere and I cannot find the right deposition I’m looking for. I know he is watching me as I try to keep my skirt down but it’s no use. He’s had to have seen my ass a dozen times.

“Come here,” he says to me right after I sit back down.

I don’t like the look in his eye. It means trouble. I shake my head.

“Grace.” His voice is stern and I hear the dominance in it.

I just run my pen over my bottom lip and flip my gaze back to the laptop.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

I smile at the annoyance in his voice. “I know.”

“You think you can just walk into this office wearing that short leather skirt and not expect me to make demands?”

“Well I wasn’t going to show up here in pajamas.”

I see the crease between his brows deepen and I know I am getting to him.

“Now.”

I roll my eyes and throw the pen on top of the desk. I trudge my way across the office, not really knowing what he’ll do. Besides that time in the car, he’s barely touched me.