Just a little temptation.. (An Excerpt)

Back in my office, I returned to my article when again I was interrupted.

                “Ms. Kelly,” the voice was becoming undeniably sweet to my ears despite my irritation. The light accent stirred me against my will and brought a slight pulsation between my thighs.

                “Yes?” I replied.

                Maria stepped in my office and continued, “I wanted to speak with you about your 10AM appointment.”

                Motioning her to an open chair I encouraged, “I’m listening.”

                Taking a seat she said, “I know I said that they were a likely candidate and I still believe you can assist them, but I did more research on their case. It seems that the husband, Mr. Ross, had an affair with his secretary about two years ago.”

                I chided, “How could you have missed that Maria?”

                She defended, “As I said, I don’t believe that will negate your ability to help them.  They have seen a marriage counselor and I believe that their troubles are beyond that breach of distrust.”

                Diverting my attention back to the article and away from Maria, I closed the conversation with an indifferent, “Thank you for that information. Will that be all?”

                She failed to respond to my question and the silence was unsettling. Logic reassured me that Maria still remained occupied in the chair across from me but the stillness compelled me to confirm she didn’t mysteriously disappear.

She had waited for me to look up, so that she could speak.

When I looked up, she acknowledged me attentively. She spoke passionately, “Ms. Kelly, have you not felt an attraction so intense that it made you forget logic and reason. While your mind rejects the polluted thought, your body yearns for a touch, a kiss, a stroke from the object of your desire. You feel the pulsation between your thighs when they walk by or the stimulation of your clitoris when they speak. Have you ever felt that tug of sexual longing?” She paused.

Breaking eye contact she fished her thoughts while regarding the coffee cup which stood between us.

                She gnawed at the plumpness of her bottom before she returned her stare towards me and continued, “Mr. Ross gave into temptation and he paid the price. But he’s trying to make amends now to salvage his marriage. They’ve followed all the necessary steps, you are the final phase.”

                The intensity of her brown eyes spoke volume and she defended Mr. Ross with loyalty.

                Though I knew her defense carried subliminal meaning, I replied thoughtful, “I will consider your evaluation.”