Heartbroken, he pulled himself out of her and collapsed into his chair, his whole body sagging.
He sensed her turning to look at him, but he was too depressed to respond. He heard her cross the space, and then he stiffened in delighted surprise as she sat on his lap. “Of course a seven,” she murmured sweetly. “You will need years and years of my private training to improve enough for me to award you a perfect 10.”
“You teasing woman!” He wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a tender kiss. “So, you are my girlfriend now?”
“Yes.”
“Will you move in with me?”
“My suitcase is outside.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Maybe, once you’ve improve on your skills enough to get an eight,” she said, and laughed.
“And that would take how many years of training?”
“Oh, at least until I reach twenty-five.”
“But that’s three years away. Please, Elizabeth, no more than a year. Don’t you know that, according to research, the earlier you become a mother, the smarter and healthier the babies will be? ”
“You talk too much about research! Just shut up and kiss me.”
*** In the end, they got married after two years of living together. Each year, they celebrated the loss of their virginity in the library with new dance moves. Even their four children were not allowed to disturb them on such nights.
As for the scores, Elizabeth never once awarded him a perfect 10 during their fifty years of marriage. She said it was important for a truly dedicated student to keep learning.
Darcy branched out in his inventions, not on simpler bra clips, but with ideas on how to help nurses and doctors to better care for their patients. Pemberley Inventions, when floated in the London Stock Exchange, was a huge success.
What if Mr. Darcy was a difficult boss?
Bloody arrogant pig! Elizabeth Bennet swore under her breath and saw her boss of six months walk out of the office.
Mr. William Darcy is the most arrogant jerk in the universe! she swore again.
He had demolished her hard work of an entire week in just a few minutes, criticising the design as ‘dull’ and ‘boring’.
It’s now nine o’clock in the evening, and she vowed not to waste another second slaving for him.
On the deserted office floor, she knew the best way to vent her anger. She called up her story folder, typed in the password and started writing.
Who does he think he is? W.D knows nothing about me. I confess I have feasted on the sight of him, time and time again. His physique is that of the ideal male model: six feet four inches, broad shoulders with hard biceps. His bottom is perfect and his thighs muscular. The curly hair on his chest goes wonderfully with his perpetual tan. His unruly hair begs to be ruffled. His eyes are dark and intense, and his lip begs to be passionately kissed.
He told a friend that I was a prim and proper spinster, a dull and boring secretary who did his bidding well enough, but that he wouldn’t take me out to a function. I might blend so well with the white wallpaper that people would bump into me without even noticing.
I’ve had enough of his vicious tongue. I have planned my revenge. This is the big day. He has instructed me to stay behind to work on an urgent project.
I’ll let him see just how prim and proper I’m—not! Since I’m only five feet two inches in height, there’s no chance for me to succeed with this revenge unless I use drugs, so I went to the pharmacy and bought a packet of travel sleeping pills.
It’s near eight o’clock, and the office is deserted. He asked for coffee to be brought in. “Immediately!” He used his clipped tone, as usual. I cut one pill open and put a quarter of it into his coffee cup. I don’t want him to be unconscious for too long. I made the coffee the way he likes it, then stirred it frantically.
When I brought it in, I waited for him to drink it all while I kept busy around the files near the corner of his office. After a few minutes, I could see his eyelids slowly closing. I couldn’t suppress the smile on my face. I danced out of his office and went to my desk to retrieve my bag.
Then I walked back into his office, locked the door and pulled him down from his chair onto the floor, ever so carefully. I didn’t want to injure him. He needs to be somewhat conscious when I deliver my revenge.
I took out the ropes from my bag and tied his ankles to the legs of the desk. Then I raised his hands above his head and tied them to the legs of the couch nearby.
Now that I had him positioned as I wanted, I took out a pair of scissors to cut up his Armani suit jacket and trousers, and the Ralph Lauren’s shirt. You needn’t be alarmed. I’m not a psychotic woman. I wouldn’t use the scissors on W.D’s cock or his beautiful body. But I enjoyed every minute of shredding those hateful clothes which made him look like a Greek god every day.
By the time I had him down to his underwear, he was starting to wake up. I could see his sinfully long eyelashes batting. Then his eyes opened and he looked groggily around.
He tried to move his legs and then his hands.
He raised his head and had a look at his body.
“What the fuck are you doing? Untie me immediately!”
“You’ll only hurt your wrists if you pull like that again,” I said sweetly.
“Then untie me this instant, Beth!”
“Not until after I have my revenge.”
“What revenge?”
“You told Binkley that I’m too prim and proper, dull and boring.”
“You are! Look at your clothes. You’re buttoned up to the neck, black on black, without even a necklace or earrings to break the monotony.”
“You’d better shut up.” I held up the scissors and smiled at him menacingly.
He clamped his mouth shut and looked at me with the first trace of fear.
My heart laughed but kept my face expressionless. He didn’t know that I only intended to cut off his remaining underwear.
I knelt down besides him and did just that. Hmm, he really is like a Greek god, very well endowed. I had only ever been with a couple partners before, and W.D. from this angle looks huge, even though he’s not aroused at the moment.
Then I stood up. Put the scissors away and started to undress myself. I did it slowly, intending to tantalise him.
First, I shrugged off my serviceable jacket. Then I hooked a finger on its collar, walked near him, swayed it along his chest and circled it around his cock.
Ah, he loved the caress. His arousal sprang up immediately.
I tossed away the jacket and took off my shoes. Then I started unbuttoning my black shirt, starting at the neck, while I used one of my bare feet to trace a line along his thigh.
