Instead, I stare at Brett and I realize with horror that I’m still staring at him. Even as my mind screams at me to look away from him, I just can’t quite bring myself to do it. And to make matters worse, my mouth is still frozen in my fake, customer service smile. My cheeks are actually starting to ache from the smile. I must look like I have a damned coat hanger wedged in my mouth.
Could this get any worse? I mean I guess I could have set him on fire or something, but on a normal scale of things, where arson isn’t a player, then no, it really couldn’t be going much worse at all.
I finally manage to force my eyes away from him. Well, not away from him exactly, but I manage to stop staring into his eyes like some extra from a bad soap opera, and at least move my gaze down to this mouth. It’s no safer really, all I can think of when I look at his lips is how they will taste sweet. Now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to speak again.
Brett smiles at me and there’s nothing fake about his smile. It makes his eyes light up and it takes everything I have not to stare into them again. His teeth are straight and white, like something from a tooth paste commercial and I can’t help but wonder absently if he’s ever done any modelling.
“Hi. I’m Brett Connell,” he says as he holds his hand out to me.
Suddenly, I realize with horror that he wants to shake my hand. But my palm is disgustingly sweaty by now and I can’t exactly wipe it down on my skirt without him noticing. I shyly extend my hand and he envelopes it in his large, dry hand. I wait for him to pull away in disgust, but to his credit, he shakes my hand like it’s normal to touch a stranger’s sopping wet palm and his expression doesn’t change. He must know the effect he has on women. There’s no way he can look like this and not know about it. He probably had been expecting my palm to be wet. I don’t know if this makes it better or worse, but I don’t waste any energy worrying about it.
As my hand is enveloped in his, I feel a bolt of lightning burst through my body, lighting me up from the inside out. It’s as though his touch wakes something up inside of me. The lightning bolt spreads through my body, heading straight for my clit which tingles and makes me press my thighs together.
Brett releases my hand.
I hear myself make a quiet ahh sound. I hope he hasn’t heard it. If he has, he doesn’t comment on it, but he’s not going to is he? He probably thinks I’m his father’s charity project, like he’s doing some sort of outreach where he employs mental cases or something. I mean I am sweaty, mesmerised by him, and still completely mute. What else is he supposed to think? Even if he knows he has an effect on women, he can’t think this is normal.
“I’m here to see Robert Connell,” Brett adds.
I find it odd that he refers to his father so formally and somehow, that breaks the spell and I find my voice again. “Mr. Connell is in a very important meeting right now.” My voice comes out low and breathy. It’s not like my normal voice, but I kind of like it. It’s kind of sexy and at least it’s not shaky or weird. “He doesn’t want to be disturbed, but you’re more than welcome to wait. I can show you to an empty office if you would like?”
Brett frowns ever so slightly and shakes his head.
During our whole exchange, his eyes have been on me, on my face, on my chest. I should be either offended or flattered, I can’t decide which, but instead, I’m mortified. Of course, he’s watching me. He’s probably waiting for the crazy girl to jump up and try and kiss him or something and he wants to be prepared so he can duck away in time to avoid me.
“No thank you,” Brett says.
I don’t know whether I’m relieved he’s going to leave, so I can stop embarrassing myself, or whether I’m gutted he’s going to leave because I’ll most likely, never get another chance to see him again.
“I’ll see him now,” he adds. He half turns and starts towards his father’s office door.
I jump to my feet. “You can’t go in there!”
Brett glances back over his shoulder and gives me a lopsided smile. “Is that so?” he grins.
His grin makes my pussy clench and my heart race. I nod, momentarily mute again. “Yes… I,” I start, but I’m too late.
Brett’s hand is already on the door handle of Mr. Connell’s office and before I can utter another word, he pushes the door open and goes inside.
Oh God, I am in so much trouble here.
Stepping back behind my desk, I sit down heavily. I have barely sat down when Brian Meyers storms out of the office. I open my mouth to say something to try and make this better, but he doesn’t even glance in my direction as he marches past me. I can see his face is full of thunder and I don’t know what to do to fix it. There’s really no fixing this.
I might as well just start packing my things because I can’t see Mr. Connell accepting the fact that I let someone disturb him and pissed off Mr. Meyers like that. I put my face in my hands for a moment, resting my elbows on my desk. I swallow hard, trying to work out what I’m going to say to Mr. Connell when he
