| Red nails smacking against the button for the top floor I curse myself for having that extra glass of wine last night, of all the mornings to be running late, I choose the day of the most important business meeting I've ever been to. As the elevator starts to rise I check my reflection in the mirror... thank goodness I laid out my clothing the night before or I would never have made it in time, I do a quick once over of my appearance. My tailored black suit commanding power but fitted enough to show off hourglass figure, black high heels emphasizing the curve of my calf As the elevator starts to rise I check my reflection in the mirror, running my hand down my hips straightening my black skirt, feeling the snaps on my garters through the fabric making my feel slightly powerful. I'm gonna need that power today if I'm gonna get through this meeting. My whole business rides on today, I need backers in order to expand... pushing it out of my head I reach into my purse and grab my lipstick, sliding it quickly over my lips I give myself a wink for courage and step off the elevator. My heels click loudly on the floor as I rush down the hall. The receptionist announces my arrival and tells me to go in. Taking a deep breathe to calm myself I open the door. My lawyer greets me and after a brief lecture about punctuality he lets me know that it's ok as you haven't arrived yet. I take one of the only 2 seats left at the table, it's facing away from the door which I hate but I can't sit at the head seat, this leaves me at a disadvantage as I hear the door open. That voice sounds vaguely familiar when I hear you say hello to everyone, you walk across the room to the window and I get a chance to get a good look at this mysterious backer who could save my career or destroy it. Your short brown hair is expertly cut but slightly long betraying a casualness that is not evident in your stance. Your suit looks like it was made for you, showing off your broad shoulders and slim build, as you move I can see the outline of what looks like a very muscular build. You start to speak, telling me the reasons your interested in my business, what changes need made... I feel the anger building in me trying to break free. As you go on about the mistakes I've made and what I should have done my temper boils, you haven't even turned around, you stand there shuffling through some papers and casually looking through papers as if my whole world wasn't in your hands. I look to my lawyer begging him with my eyes to somehow help me, to make this man stop tearing my whole life's work apart. As he starts to talk you turn around and I felt everyone else disappear, the amusement in your face is evident and so is the surprise when you look at me for the first time after 5 years. I can tell you've been planning this moment for a long time, knowing exactly how to throw me off guard. I hear you ask everyone to leave and I feel my head nod to my lawyer letting him know it's ok. We'd been close friends all through college, I always wanted more but even though we shared almost everything else you never saw me in that way, maybe it was the extra weight I carried those years maybe because I was a few years older than you and much more experienced. I never quite understood the feelings I had for you. Why I was so drawn to you, what made me want you so much. Your arrogance instead of being a turn off like it is with all other men was instead an intoxicant. The way you always seemed in control no matter what the situation. I often wondered what it would be like to make you tremble, to make you feel what I felt every time I was close to you. What it would be like to make you moan my name, to make you forget everything and lose the control you strived so hard to keep. I tried to remember everything I knew of your life since you moved away... you owned an extremely lucrative business, your weren't married and had never gotten close. I had heard of some of your exploits from mutual friends I had the occasion to run into and I started to wonder if they were true. The different women every night, how you used them until you grew tired and then tossed them away when the newness wore off. I wonder if they hate you and I think how absurd that is, that I given the chance would rather have you for one night then not at all. I rise from my chair as you walk to the door and lock it behind everyone, all I can do is watch, still in shock from seeing you. I can feel my heart beating faster so I remember what being in a room with you is like... how I used to watch you and wonder what it would be like to be touched by you, consumed by you. I feel heat rising up through my body starting between my legs, making my heart beat faster. Walking towards me I can feel your eyes looking me over, checking out the differences a few years has made, I swear I can feel your gaze gliding up my body, up my legs over the curve of my hips, the dip of my stomach and the swell of my breasts, I pray you can't see my nipples getting hard, that my body won't betray my thoughts. When your eyes reach mine you stop... close enough to me that I have to tip my head up to look at you making it hard not to break eye contact. The silence is killing me but I don't trust myself to talk, afraid my voice will shake... scared to keep looking at you but scared that if I do I'll break whatever spell was over both of this... I wonder at what looks like confusion in your eyes as you move closer to me. Almost to quiet to hear you whisper "This isn't what I planned"... |