Trevor took off his glasses and set them next to his laptop. "I think quirky is a good thing, Natalie. It's one of the reasons I hired you. You have a beautiful sense of humor."
He glanced down again at my coffee-stained breasts, and this time I saw his look change. It was a bit more than curious. It was like he was distracted, thinking of something else.
I gave up on my blouse, trying not to pay attention to the fact that I now had a big wet spot on my blouse and it clung to my bare skin on the inside. Every time the AC vent caught me, it turned the stain chilly. I felt myself shiver and my nipples tightened at the unwelcome chill.
"Thank you." I said with a smile. "I guess I should consider myself lucky to work under you. I will admit, I was a bit terrified because of your courtroom reputation." I continued smiling and I hoped he didn't take offense.
Trevor raised an eyebrow at my comment instead. "Oh?" Intrigued, he leaned back in his chair. "So what have you heard?"
"Nothing terrible. Just that you have an excellent ratio of won cases, but you fight hard in court and that even some judges are frightened of you."
Trevor erupted with laughter. "I see. And what do you think?"
"Well, I don't think you're terrifying, but I've seen you work and the description is kinda true. I mean, you can be intimidating."
His laugh subsided and he smiled at me. "Only when I want something bad enough." His blue eyes trained on me and I felt like a bull's eye. I was unable to escape his gaze and the tone of his remark made my body ignite. My smile sobered, feeling the intensity and double meaning behind what he said.
Fidgeting with my fingers against the towel in my hand, I tried to settle my breath. I felt hot. "Well, you seem to have that drive to always get what you want."
My goal to calm my breathing was shot to hell when he stood up and slowly walked from behind his desk. I clutched the towel as I watched him swagger toward me. Trevor finally stood in front of me. He reached for the little towel in my hand, slowly pulling it away and letting it drop to the floor. The heat of him seared me as his hand gripped mine.
"I don't always get it, Natalie. But you're right, I definitely work for it." I sighed as his other hand softly touched my face. I instinctively leaned into it, once again, unaware of how my body reacted to him.
"Do you have any idea how irresistible you are, Natalie?" he asked me with hooded eyes. His hand caught my chin briefly, then up to move the hair from my face.
"Shall I tell you a secret, Natalie?"
My eyes not leaving his gaze, I slowly nodded as if I was under some mind meld. "Yes."
He smiled. "You sure? It cannot leave this room."
"Your secret's safe with me," I bit my lip through my smile. I didn't realize how coy it came across until his hands pulled me closer where I could feel his erection against my stomach. "Ooh," I immediately whispered as I realized how excited he was and that he meant business.
A devious smile was etched onto his charming face. His eyes glanced down briefly, admiring my body until his greedy eyes met mine again. He leaned in closer, until I could feel the soft puffs of his mint breath against my neck. Trevor gently inhaled my scent. "I've wanted to taste you for far too long, Natalie. You invade my dreams, you know?" His deep voice was in my ear, as his lips lightly kissed and teased my ears and the sweet spot on my neck. "All I can think about sometimes is putting my hands all over you.
He groaned as his wanton fingers pushed my panties to the side and began sliding against my wet folds. "You're so wet already." His bare touch forced another moan out of me, this time louder, and I buried my face against his throat, fully aroused and slightly embarrassed by the sounds he was driving from me. With his other hand, he gently caught my chin and made me face him as his fingers stroked and teased my opening. "Please don't be shy." he whispered. "Just tell me what you want." His thumb rubbed across my bottom lip. "'Cause I'm gonna tell you want I want." His eyes flashed with a delicious dose of mischief.
