“How could it be gone?”
Lauren closed her eyes and winced as she “I was cleaning up, I didn't know that the piles of trash were actually artwork,” she paused and then finished the sentence quickly, “and I threw them all out.”
She opened her eyes and watched him staring at her with surprise, “Really? You threw out the entire collection?”
Lauren looked abashed, “I am so, so sorry.”
His eyes sparkled and the corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly, “You think you are sorry, I had already paid.”
Realization hit her as he said those words. She had just disposed of thousands of dollars of art, his art.
“Please, Blake, please give me a chance to work this out with you. You know that if I tell my manager he won't let me live this down. If he finds out what I did I will be ruined. Not just my job, but my dream. I will never work in the art world again. Please help me.”
“Do you have any idea how much I spent to buy every item in that show?”
Lauren shook her head from side to side. She knew some of these high end pieces could cost as much as her car did and just hoped it wasn't an expensive show.
“Last month, I bought that oil painting, do you remember it?”
Lauren nodded quietly.
“Do you remember how much it cost?”
She nodded again. It had been one of the most expensive sales of the month.
“Each of the fourteen pieces I bought last night cost at least double that one painting. Some were almost triple.” He paused letting the information sink in.
Lauren winced as she did the math on the sale.
“What can I do?” Lauren hesitated. “I will do whatever I can to pay you back. I can work odd jobs, maybe clean, anything. Just please don't involve the gallery. Please.”
“Well, if you are really willing to compensate me, maybe we can think of something more immediate than three years of floor cleaning,” he said as his hand reached for hers.
She looked at him wondering just what he was thinking of. His eyes stared at her intently and she suddenly knew exactly what he had in mind.
“You can't seriously mean to say that…” she stopped embarrassed, not sure if she could even say it.
“That what?” he asked, his voice serious.
She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she answered, “So, I'm your price?”
“Or, I could take it up with the Gallery owner if you would prefer that I find a more traditional compensation.”
Lauren froze. She knew what would happen if he did that. There was no way she would be able to keep her job. What’s worse, the art community was pretty small and once word got out that she mistook artwork for garbage, her reputation and career would be over before they had a chance to begin.
“No,” she answered reluctantly. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
He smiled and she felt little butterflies swirl in her stomach.
His eyes traveled along her body. “I think I know just where to start.”
“Come here,” he said and she moved slowly, walking around the desk to where he was sitting. She stood in front of him, and he looked her over.
He stood up and suddenly his body was just inches from hers. She felt her heart beat faster as she took in his scent.
His hand reached for her hair and pushed it back over her shoulder. Slowly, his hand traveled down to her soft silk blouse and slid down to the first silver button. As he gently eased it through the hole, she felt his fingers brush lightly against her breasts, sending chills through her body. His hands moved lower and lower, undoing one small button at a time, slowly, taking their time. When he was done, he slowly pushed the shirt back, his hands running along her shoulders and down her arm. The shirt finally fell to the floor and revealed her lacy black bra.
“Beautiful,” he said softly as his hands ran lightly across the delicate fabric, and his fingers delicately traced her breasts.
Instinctively, she covered her breasts with her hands and pulled away. He smiled and slowly reached his hands out and pulled her back against him.
“You don't want me to tell your manager, right?” he asked as his arms pulled her closer to him. This time, he pressed her body to his and she felt his growing erection.
Despite herself, her body stirred at the feeling of his erect manhood so close but she tried to ignore her growing desire.
“We can't do this,” she started then stopped. “I mean, I can't do this. I will pay you back, but, you can't expect that…” she trailed off, sure that he wanted more than she knew she should give.
“I told you my price,” he said simply, his arms still holding her tight.
Lauren knew she had a better argument to make, but having him so close to her made her incapable of articulating it. “Well,” was all she finally managed. “Isn't there anything else that you want?”
“I am willing to compromise,” he said as he ran his hands over her shapely hips. “How about this? I promise I will listen to any good reason why I shouldn't take off your clothing, piece by piece.”
She gasped at the images his words created in her mind.
“It's just that…” her words trailed off as his hands reached for her large round breasts and cupped them appreciatively.
“You were saying?” he asked as his thumbs found her sensitive nipples and ran lightly over them. “Convince me that playing with these beautiful breasts of yours is a bad idea.”
Lauren felt her breath grow faster as he teased her nipples erect. She closed her eyes, hoping for some sanity. “You can't just…”
One hand slipped behind her back and easily undid the lacy bra discarding it in the same fashion as the shirt. When she felt his fingers squeeze her nipples gently, she caught her breath.
“Please, go on,” he said, his voice now a husky whisper. “You have my full and undivided attention.”
She shook her head to try to come to her senses and block out what he was doing to her. “You can't just do this in the middle of the office. Someone could come by and…”
Lauren groaned loudly as his mouth found her breast and he sucked hard on the sensitive tip. She tried to remember what she was saying but she couldn't focus as his tongue played around her nipple. His mouth was relentless, pulling and teasing her sensitive bud as she gasped for air. She felt electricity run through her stomach and felt her panties get wet as he teased her mercilessly. Her hands went to his head, running through his hair as his tongue drover her wild.
He pulled away and she opened her eyes to see him focused intently on her.
“What were you saying?” he asked as he lightly rolled her nipples in his fingers.
Her whole body shivered from the sensation and she felt her pussy tighten with her desire. She let out a deep sigh as she realized he was too hard for her to resist. He bent over her again, taking her breast in his mouth as his hands slid behind her. She felt his hands against the zipper of her skirt and knew she should say something, knew she should stop him, but she stood unmoving, powerless to resist. He slid the small metal tab down and her skirt dropped down to the floor. She felt his fingers trace the edge of her underwear and it snapped her back to reality.
She tried to take a step back but was caught up in her skirt. She felt herself falling backwards when his strong hand on her back pulled her closer toward him. His mouth continued its relentless assault on her breast and his other hand slid down along her ass and along her wet slit
“No, I can't, I mean,” her words turned into a groan as his capable fingers slid in between her soft folds and found her clit.
She gasped with pleasure as he began playing with her tiny bud, his fingers mimicking the motions his mouth made on her breast. She felt her body betray her as her climax started to build. His fingers continued to circle her clit, increasing the sensations and causing ripples of excitement to travel through her body. When his teeth nipped at her taut nipple the pleasure was so overwhelming that she gasped for air.
“Oh my GOD,” she moaned, pulling his head closer to her and steadying herself against his strong frame. “Please,” she whispered desperately, frantic for release.
