Tibit Thursday….

WARNING:  Adult content and language

From my current WIP (All Bets Off).  This is a bridge between Six Sentence Sunday last week and this up coming week…

A shiver danced down his spine as he slowly turned to face the door.  “Fuck,” he muttered.  In the doorway stood the sexy red head from last night – in the bar and his dreams.  Her long thick auburn hair was pulled back in to a tight pony tail.  The breasts he’d spent hours dreaming about were covered by a soft green silk shirt.  The long legs, he wanted wrapped around him were showcased by strappy spike heels.

            Bryant jumped up and elbowed him.  “Hi, Ms. Mathews.  Sorry about Mr. Roberts, he apparently stubbed his toe.”  Bryant shot him a glare.

            “You can see her?”

            Confusion filled his friends face.  “Yes.  I’m sure she’ll be fine, Kage.  I told you the note Ms. Fleming left said Dareea often fills in and will be able to help us locate any files.”

            “I’m here to assist you, sir.” She seemed to glide across the room to stand in front of Kage.  Dropping her eyes, “What do you desire, sir?” 

            Kage’s dick jumped, and his balls ached.  Why did she keep calling him sir?  What the hell was going on? He felt Bryant’s eyes on him.

            “Kage?  You okay?”  Bryant asked.

            “Yes, just tired.”  He looked at his friend because if he watched Dareea lick her lips one more time, he’d throw her to the floor and fuck her.  He was a man of self-control.  Never in his life had he experienced such a fragile grip on his desires. It pissed him off.  The anger was what he needed to focus on not the hunger crawling in his groin. “Ms. Mathews, could you be so kind as to get me a cup of coffee?” 

            “Yes, sir.”  Dareea nodded and turned on her toes.  Watching her ass sway in the tight skirt caused him incredible discomfort.  His blood turned to lava, burning through his body. As soon as Dareea closed the office door, the crippling desire lessened to a mild want.  

            A shiver danced down his spine as he slowly turned to face the door.  “Fuck,” he muttered.  In the doorway stood the sexy red head from last night – in the bar and his dreams.  Her long thick auburn hair was pulled back in to a tight pony tail.  The breasts he’d spent hours dreaming about were covered by a soft green silk shirt.  The long legs, he wanted wrapped around him were showcased by strappy spike heels.

            Bryant jumped up and elbowed him.  “Hi, Ms. Mathews.  Sorry about Mr. Roberts, he apparently stubbed his toe.”  Bryant shot him a glare.

            “You can see her?”

            Confusion filled his friends face.  “Yes.  I’m sure she’ll be fine, Kage.  I told you the note Ms. Fleming left said Dareea often fills in and will be able to help us locate any files.”

            “I’m here to assist you, sir.” She seemed to glide across the room to stand in front of Kage.  Dropping her eyes, “What do you desire, sir?” 

            Kage’s dick jumped, and his balls ached.  Why did she keep calling him sir?  What the hell was going on? He felt Bryant’s eyes on him.

            “Kage?  You okay?”  Bryant asked.

            “Yes, just tired.”  He looked at his friend because if he watched Dareea lick her lips one more time, he’d throw her to the floor and fuck her.  He was a man of self-control.  Never in his life had he experienced such a fragile grip on his desires. It pissed him off.  The anger was what he needed to focus on not the hunger. “Ms. Mathews, could you be so kind as to get me a cup of coffee?” 

            “Yes, sir.”  Dareea nodded and turned on her toes.  Watching her ass sway in the tight skirt caused him incredible discomfort.  His blood turned to lava, burning through his body. As soon as Dareea closed the office door, the crippling desire lessened to a mild want. 

Stop back by on Sunday for Six Sentence Sunday…as I wrap up this hottie….Or should I say tie up 😉

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