I have to focus on my prey though. I can’t think about all the things I want to do to her. Otherwise, I’ll never make it through this conversation. I give her a polite smile.
“How is the internship going?”
She smiles. She has no idea what I’ve just seen. But Harlow merely bites her lip. Then she hesitantly says, “Well, it’s my first day, and it’s been a little dull.”
A little dull? Talk about a bald-faced lie. But I don’t let on. Instead, I quirk an eyebrow.
“Dull? Why?”
She shrugs helplessly.
“Well, it seems like no one even cares that I’m here.”
I raise an eyebrow and ask, “Is that so?”
She nods quickly.
I smirk.
“But you’ve found ways to keep busy, haven’t you?”
She stares at me for a moment before blushing and then says, “Well, no. Not really. I tried to read the company manual, but it was just so hard. I got to the part on emergency exit procedures, and I just couldn’t go any further, Uncle Gray.”
Such a pretty little liar, with such a silver tongue too. I can’t help myself. I want to string this out longer, but unfortunately, my body’s too desperate. Instead, I smile at her once more.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. But I could swear that you’ve been up to something this morning.”
Casually, I spin the monitor around to face her. She looks confused and folds her hands in her lap like an innocent.
“Uncle Gray?” she asks, bewildered.
“Shh, just watch, sweetheart.”
I press a button, and the footage from downstairs comes on screen. She stares at it, uncomprehending for a moment, but then I re-wind until we see her clothed figure make its way across the basement and into the women’s restroom. Then she gasps, and her eyes fill with horror when we switch to restroom view. There it is. I make her watch as she touches herself to completion, even as she tries to wrestle me for the mouse.
“Uncle Gray!” she squeals, futilely grabbing at the small implement. “Oh my god!”
“Nuh uh,” I say, holding it out of her reach. “That’s a filthy bit of work there, wouldn’t you say? Especially when your head tips back like and you let out that loud scream. Were you touching your clit then? Giving it a good stroke?”
Her face boils red and she squeals, “Oh my God! How did you get this?”
I smile and sit back.
“Honey, I own this building. We have cameras all over the place, but especially in the basement right now because of the construction. We’re trying to guard against vandalism but clearly, I found something else. While I wouldn’t say what you did was vandalism, I would say I caught you red-handed.”
She steams in embarrassment, her face bright red as her breasts tremble. It’s a beautiful thing to watch. I imagine her curves jiggling and envision the flush of a really good orgasm on that soft, peachy skin.
“Gray,” she begins. “I swear, that was just an aberration. I’m not like that at all.”
But I cut her off.
“That’s too bad, sweetheart, because I’m hoping you’re like that all the time. Come over tonight and we’ll talk about it more.”
“What?” she sputters.
“Eight p.m.,” I say in a cool voice, turning back to my computer. “My place. See you then.”
It’s clear that I’m ignoring her now and Harlow gets up, smoothing her skirt down. She wants to say more, but I studiously avoid looking at her. Instead, she flounces off before closing the door gently behind her, and that’s when I finally let myself relax. Holy shit. I wanted to sample the forbidden, and now, I’m getting my chance.
4
Harlow
I stare up at the enormous door in front of me. Gray’s already buzzed me into the gate, so he knows I’m here, but I can’t bring myself to knock because I’m distracted by a thousand thoughts. He saw me touch myself! He saw everything that I did, including my screams at the point of orgasm. Oh god, could he tell that I was screaming his name? There was no volume, but you never know. Maybe he’s an expert at lipreading.
I should be embarrassed, but instead, I just feel aroused. Gray looked so handsome in his suit today at work. I couldn’t help but stare at his wide shoulders and the long length of his legs when I walked in. The suit would have looked even better on his office floor, but that would be unprofessional. Not to mention, he’s my dad’s best friend! Uck, what am I thinking?
But something in me is calling to him, and I want to be here. It took me two hours to figure out what to wear, and I ended up going with something casual. My denim skirt is cute but relatively modest, and I tucked a plain white tee into the waistband. Sneakers finish the outfit, and I raise my hand to knock. The sunset makes his big metal doorknocker glow, but when I reach for it, the door opens.
My breath catches in my throat. The evening glow makes his blue eyes smolder, and his black button down is rolled up to show strong forearms covered with a light dusting of dark hair. He’s changed into casual clothes too, and his jeans hang over lean hips, showing off a fine male ass. Damn, Uncle Gray is so sexy,
