CH 3

I find myself subconsciously searching for the inner "something" in people when I meet them. The "something" I see in myself that I want to recognize in my mate. However, I rarely find those that have it. It is with this low expectation that I find myself more than pleasantly surprised to find "it" when I look up from my paperwork Monday morning. My eyes clash with the smoldering gaze of the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Not a soft blue, not an intense blue, but a midnight blue so dark it reminded me of deep water. How fitting, because I felt I could possibly drown in their depths and not complain once about it. The man behind the eyes was gorgeous in the powerful sense. He was handsome enough, sexy enough, but the energy radiating off of him was indescribable. It was sheer magnetism. I could sense the wildness in him and it beckoned me. My lips parted, my eyes blazed, my breasts heaved, my crotch got damp and achy. I was blushing. I can't remember the last time I blushed. I almost felt self-conscious. I quickly tamped down the emotion, regained some control when I looked at him from under hooded lashes, oh so carefully licked my lips, and shot a devilish grin his way that all but screamed seduction. I wanted him to know I wasn't afraid. I wanted him to know that I was thinking the same thing and welcomed him. I saw the flash of recognition in his eyes as the corners of his mouth quirked in a secret smile. I asked if I could help him. He told me he had a one o'clock with my boss. Oh my sweet lord. The voice matched the package. Deep, slow, with a slight southern drawl that washed over me and made me want to tell him deep, dark secrets of longing. If anyone had a voice that could convince me to jump off a cliff, it was him. He could talk a nun out of her panties by doing nothing more than reading the sports page aloud. I was instantly smitten and confused. Smitten, I understand. But I'm never confused. I see what I want and I take it. This was new for me. I couldn't read him other than to know he was interested. I picked up the phone and told my boss his appointment was here. He told me to show him in. Oh, if he only knew how gladly I would show this god anything and everything.

I stood slowly, letting his eyes rake over me. I smoothed my skirt unnecessarily to draw his eyes down my body. A mistake I realized, when his eyes flickered over the rock on my hand. Just as quickly, he looked away and back again. I told him to follow me and slowly walked toward my boss' door. I knew he was watching the sway of my hips, my tight ass, and the long length of leg in three inch heels. I have great fucking legs. I could feel those eyes on me. I reached the door and I glanced over my shoulder to prove myself right. He looked back up the length of me and his eyes met mine again. I couldn't stop the smirk. He smirked right back, unrepentant from being caught. God I wanted this man. I opened the door for him and purposely stopped in the doorway causing him to have to brush by me to get inside. I felt the soft shock of his touch as he moved past me. My pulse quickened. I felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I hate that. I hate not being the one in control. Even when I'm tied up, I know I have control. I knew what was wrong. I couldn't read him. I was unsure what to make of his glance at my ring. For the first time in my life, I didn't know what to do. I slowly, silently closed the door after making sure my power suits didn't need coffee, tea, or me. I walked slowly back to my desk as if in a daze. I still swayed when I walked though no one was around to see. I was just like that. I liked to feel sexy all the time. Even when no one's looking. As I sat down, I figured I had about an hour before I got to see mystery man walk back out.