I gulped hard, not knowing what the hell to do other than crawl on my hands and knees until I found the door on which I’d so gracefully entered. Finding a little courage and pushing back the utter embarrassment that had taken over, my gaze ascended, coming to a halt at some very shiny, very expensive-looking dress shoes. My greedy eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved once again, stopping at some very long, very thick legs, covered in grey dress pants. Of course, my eyes decided now would be a good time to move a little higher to the poor stranger’s crotch, staring in freaking awe as I hungrily took in the very pronounced bulge in his pants.
Fuck, woman! Get a grip, stand the hell up!!
I must've been staring for much longer than appropriate as the stranger coughed gently, clearly hiding a chuckle behind it.
“S-sorry,” I stuttered, coming to my senses and standing up.
Wiping at my knees, I straightened my dress before dealing with my hair that, I had no doubt, was all over the place from my compromised position on the floor. When I thought I looked somewhat presentable, my eyes finally landed on the face of the stranger in front of me.
My jaw dropped.
I also think my vagina pretty much howled in delight before detaching itself from my body, making a beeline for the sexy stranger in front of me and dry humped his expensive shoes before running back and reattaching itself. Wet and ready like a damn cheerleader.
The stranger was… tall, so very fucking tall that I had to crane my neck slightly to really look at him. He must have been at least six-three, just over a foot taller than my tiny five foot two frame. Then his eyes: charcoal grey eyes that immediately felt like they were scrutinizing every detail of me, from my hair to my dress to my lips to my hips, yet his eyes were solely focused on my own. Breaking eye contact, I really took him in. His hair was the blackest black I’d ever seen, long on the top but short at the sides. A strong jaw line, hiding beneath an obvious five o’clock shadow which captured me like a giddy teenager. Then there was his lips…
“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me like I’m your next meal?”
Oh my shit.
I think my pussy clenched at the mere roughness in his voice. And those lips? Yeah, the ones my eyes were completely trained on, moved with such fluidness that I suddenly wanted to bite them.
Whoa. Back the fuck up, Pay! What the hell’s wrong with you?!
Composing myself, my eyes moved back to his, noticing that in the mere seconds I had been scrutinizing the Cupid's bow of his full thick lips, the charcoal color of his eyes had gotten darker, almost black.
“I’m sor—” I paused. Wait, what? I wasn't looking at him like that… okay, maybe I was, but he didn't’t need to know that! “I was not looking at you like that!”
The stranger, whom I’d inwardly named Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Dangerous, titled his head ever so slightly to the right, a small smirk gracing his perfectly sculptured lips.
“You’re sure about that, miss?” He paused, clearly waiting for me to fill in the silence but I couldn't help but move my gaze back down his body to his chest, where the rest of his grey suit clung to him, clearly showcasing his defined body underneath. Oh shit.
“Uh… Pay. Payton. Payton Miller,” I stuttered, barely able to even get my own damn name to pass through my lips.
His right eyebrow arched a millimeter, small enough not to be given a second glance but I saw it. Oh, I definitely saw it.
“Well, Pay. Payton. Payton Miller,” he said without an ounce of humor, “is there a reason why you fell onto your knees in my office? Or why you’re still looking at me as if I was juicy enough to sink your teeth into? Hmm?”
Completely mortified, I held my hands up by way of apology and started to step back. I watched as Mr. TDD stepped towards me, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he did so.
“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to barge in. I'll just be leaving now.”
Then he spoke again, his voice dripping with absolute sin.
“You know, I like my woman on their knees. But you, Miss Miller, took that to a whole other level.” He growled as I took another step back. “Door close.” He smiled, following my footsteps forward. The sound of the door shutting behind me only made my heart pound and my knees tremble. Did the door really just close by the sound of his voice? Why did I even care? I needed to get out of here.
“Open the door,” I whispered, taking another step back, cringing as I felt the hard wood of the door against my shoulder blades. Come on, Payton, he’s just a man. A very hot man, but still a man, nonetheless. “Now.”
My hands were very much still in front of me and as Mr. TDD took another step towards me, his chest collided with my bare palms. As if by way of reflex, my fingers splayed against the crisp white shirt that clung to his chest. Oh my, he was muscular.