Unfair Distractions

The look of desire flashed hard on this man’s face. He wanted to please Christie but was at a loss as to what to do. Christie leaned forward more than necessary as she started to put her things together. Her eyes lingered a bit longer than required towards Andrew.

Now that Christie had this man’s undivided attention, she cleared her throat lightly. The man sprang into action. With a bit of humor, he started to coax the team to leave the conference room because he had a magic trick he wanted to show everyone by the printer.

Kate rolled her eyes. She had had enough attention from that guy by the printer. He was the boob man. How Christie managed to keep him in check and latched to her made no sense. The man clearly wanted to play with Christie’s ample cleavage, but access was solidly denied. However, he did everything Christie wanted. Poor latchkey fella.

Not wanting to find out what other antics this man was going to try, Kate left the conference room in a hurry. Christie’s plan was working as she had witnessed the play Kate had done on her friend zone pet… employee… subordinate.

The two leg men needed to be dispatched next. Christie sat down and tucked her legs tightly under the table. If those guys saw her silver heels, they would linger a bit too long. Fortune shown Christie’s way. Those two fellas noticed something about Kate and went out in hot pursuit. Hopefully not to bother Kate, as Christie was not going to tolerate too much drooling from those men. After all, to gaze in a moment is one thing, to drool is another.

As the last set of people started to file out the room, Christie gave one last glance towards Andrew. He was scribbling notes very furiously.

Perfect.

Time to talk

Christie readied herself to talk to Andrew for the first time about their shopping secret. Her nervousness caused her to fumble a little as she tried to get out of her chair. Exhaling to regain her composure, Christie slipped her heels back on, as they had partially gotten away from her when she stumbled a few moments prior.

Andrew looked up. His tone had changed. This was the vibe of a victorious king about to lay down some new ordinance and statutes in his court.

Christie, not quite sure what to do with all this sudden show of power, albeit very discretely projected, ventured to raise her hand to pause Andrew. His slight head turn dismissed her attempts in a way that disarmed Christie.

“I sense you want to talk about your heels, as you’ve never accidentally slipped out of them in a conference room before” Andrew said with a slight tone of manufactured boredom.

“Andrew, you amaze me all the time” Christie replied unsure what to do next

Her heart was pounding. Her mind growing ever more distracted as the memory of his hands touching her, caressing her, massaging her, stretching her, soothing her, refueling her… turned into visions of Andrew dining on her fervently.

“Christie, do please try to remain focused” Andrew teased her.

As Christie struggled to keep from laughing, she blushed and lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.

“I just want… um… gosh” Christie stammered.

“I trust you Christie. And I hope you’re OK with me trusting you this profoundly without any pronouncement or title” Andrew whispered just loudly enough for Christie to hear.

“What of Kate” Christie said in a very matter of fact tone.

“Now you know why I trust you so profoundly” Andrew replied in a matching tone.

Christie finally managed to pull herself together and stand. She looked at Andrew with deep longing.

“You know I trust you Andrew. So much that I would have asked you to touch me again, but this time, bare skinned”

Christie instantly froze and nearly choked. The words had slipped out. Panic was welling up fast. Never had she been this vulnerable with anyone before. And now, at work. Her face paled. The fate of her heart now rested in Andrew’s hands. Much like the fate of all those she held in the friend zone.

“Christie. I know about your nylon fetish. To remove your nylon, as fun as it would be, would put you in a precarious emotional state. I value you too much to place you in such a hellish confine” Andrew said softly.

There was no denying Karma. Christie was torn. She wanted to unleash her passion into Andrew’s care. She wanted his hands all over her. She needed to have his hands cover her. Yet, he was holding her at a distance. Because of Kate.

“Are you with Kate?” Christie asked in a pleading tone.

“I’m at liberty to do as I please, Christie. I just prefer not to ruin our friendship just to savor your wetness” Andrew said as he flashed her a beaming smile that ignited intense fire deep inside of Christie.

Christie sat down fast. More like plopped down on her chair. Her mouth was gaped wide. The wicked flicker of sin across Andrew’s cheeks suggested that he could do untold pleasures to all of her lips. Complete crimson covered Christie from head to toe.