“Not at all! I get it. It must have been hard to walk away though.” I stared at him.
“In some ways it was, but in other ways, it was a relief. Anyway, enough about that. It’s getting awfully close to being work talk isn’t it?”
“Yeah a little,” I agree, although I still have a hundred questions I want to ask him about it.
I reach for my wine. The glass had been consistently topped up throughout the evening’s meal and I’m starting to feel a little tipsy. But I’m enjoying the conversation and the giddy feeling, so I keep drinking, even though I know I really should stop.
Gazing around after I’ve taken a drink, I see that most of the other guests have left the table and wandered back through to the piano room. “Should we go back through to the other room?”
Brett nods somewhat reluctantly.
I feel my heart slam in my chest. Was he enjoying being almost alone with me, or is it just that he knows once we’re back in the other room, he’s going to have to get back into work mode and schmooze a few more leads?
He stands.
I follow him, feeling slightly unsteady on my feet, but not enough so just anyone would notice. We go back into the piano room. The soft music has been replaced with something a bit more livelily and several people are dancing.
Brett looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
I laugh softly. I guess I’m not the only one who has overindulged on the wine slightly.
Brett nods to an empty spot on one of the couches. “Do you want to sit down or have you worn your dancing shoes?”
“Let’s just sit down for now,” I say.
“Oh, thank God!” He grins. “I was almost afraid you’d choose dancing and see my two left feet in action.” He leads me to the empty spot on the couch.
Within seconds, a potential client has approached us and he and Brett fall into a deep conversation about solutions and investments. Once I’m confident Brett has a handle on the conversation, I switch off from it, looking around at the other people in the room.
We’re not the only ones huddled down no doubt making deals, but I suddenly find myself wishing I’d chosen dancing, even though I know my feet would have been killing me by now. The people who are just treating tonight as a party seem to be having so much more fun than the people sitting talking. But I remind myself I’m not here for a party. I’m here as a representative of Asima Asset Management and I’m here to get new clients, not have a good time.
Brett shifts slightly beside me.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye as his thigh brushes up against mine. He doesn’t seem to have noticed our thighs are now touching, but holy shit I’ve noticed. My thigh is warm where it touches his, sparks flowing from the spot and running through my whole body.
I feel my pussy clench as I look at him, trying and failing to ignore the touch of his thigh, trying and failing to not think about how I want to feel him inside of me. I can’t help letting myself imagine pushing my hands into his hair and slowly stripping him down. I imagine his hands all over my body, working me into a frenzy, until finally, he makes love to me for hours.
With a start, I discover that my pussy is getting wet just thinking about it and I’m suddenly flustered. I’m in a room full of people, many of them associates or clients and I am practically coming in my panties. I know I’m wearing a stupid smile on my face, and I can feel that my skin is flushed, not just on my face, but all down my neck and across my chest too. God, how could I forget myself like this? I’m really not safe to be allowed around Brett, especially when there’s wine on the go.
I touch Brett’s arm, feeling my pussy clenching again, as my skin brushes over his suit jacket, feeling the taut muscles beneath it.
He looks up at me, a questioning look on his face.
I note that my hand is still sitting on his arm and I pull it away quickly, hoping he hasn’t noticed the weird moment between us. His slight frown tells me he has noticed, and I’m suddenly glad of the potential client still being there beside him. He can hardly ask me about it with a potential client in ear shot.
“Would you excuse me for just a moment please?” I say in a breathy voice, forcing myself to smile like everything is completely normal between us.
“Sure.” Brett nods giving me a quick, unsure looking smile that’s different from his normal.
I want to say more, but I can’t, not with the potential client sitting there. I tell myself that’s a good thing. I would only end up blurting out something embarrassing which I would hastily come to regret.
It doesn’t matter anyway. Even if I had something else to say, something I could say in public, I couldn’t get it in now without looking rude as Brett turns straight back to the conversation he’s in. I guess it’s a good thing that at least one of us still has our head in the game. It doesn’t feel like a good thing though and I suddenly wish I hadn’t asked him if he wanted to come back through here. It was so much nicer at the dining table, locked in a conversation between just the two of us. Mr. Connell wouldn’t be too happy to learn that we dropped the ball at this party
