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“Ms. Elisa,” Reid called in from the patio. She was in the living room stretching out her time straightening up books on his shelves and dusting here and there. Now she turned to the patio curiously.
“Yes?”
“Could you bring me a drink please?”
She sighed as if the request chafed her pink. Ms. Elisa explained to him before that she was a housekeeper not, repeat, not a maid or a servant. As a response, he’d increased her pay which was already a decent wad of cash. Now even though she despised the idea of waiting for him like a doting mother, she had to remind herself who lined her pockets.
“Coming right up.” She said with no trace of enthusiasm before heading into the kitchen.
She didn’t have to ask what he wanted, She already knew. Reid was a fan of champagne and Ms. Elisa had introduced him the idea of mimosas. Needless to say, she blew his mind. But sometimes she caught him staring at her with a glee in his eyes that said he was thirsty for more than a drink.
She toyed with the idea of bedding a man twelve years her junior but decided against it under the moniker of nothing good ever came of fucking your boss.
Yet, She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy his company. when he spoke there was no trace of adolescence in his voice or body language. The fact that she found him attractive didn’t hurt either. Still, she had a job to do and Ms. Elisa prided herself on fikirtepe escort never falling short on her duties.
She recalled her days of being a waitress and decided to bring him his drink balanced on a tray. For a moment she was nineteen again smiling at patrons and stuffing tips into her pockets. then she stepped on to the patio and the wind threatened to tip the drink over. her movement of nostalgia was short lived as Ms. Elisa quickly balanced the tray.
Reid watched with a thin smirk on his face before clapping once like a sultan.
“Bravo.” He said.
Ms. Elisa opened her mouth to say thank you but stopped short when she noticed that the wind had disturbed much more then his drink. It was somewhere around eleven o’clock and Reid still being draped in his morning robe wasn’t much of a surprise. What left her speechless was how the wind had flipped open the parts just beneath his belt. His cock stood hard like a monument to his youth and Ms. Elisa watched it as if it were a curious little animal.
“Thank you,” She finally said and placed his drink down. Although speaking to Reid, one could be forgiven for thinking she was talking directly to his cock. It twitched in response.
He studied his drink for a moment then tasted it while Ms. Elisa struggled to regain her composure. “Still straightening up the bookshelf?” His question carried a playful lilt as if he knew exactly what she was doing.
She nodded once, and that seemed to satisfy him. “Well,” He started and tipped his glass gebze escort to her. “I wouldn’t want to hold you up.” And had he just winked at her?
It occurred to her that this was his idea of flirting. it was extreme but also tempered by his ego. he thought the sight of his cock was enough to catch her. Hook, line, sinker. True, he looked like he wasn’t short in the growth department, but if he thought this was how he’d get her to cross the line, he’d half to try a little harder than a simple display, no matter how delicious it was.
Ms. Elisa felt a mischievous and defiant laugh escape her. It didn’t help that she saw Reid’s confidence slackened a little.
“Thank you,” She said before offering him a sympathetic smile and turning to go inside. The folly of his plan amused her and she tried to contain it behind a smile. Then she heard his chair slide across the patio floor as he got up and came inside.
She turned expecting him to sulk as young men sometimes did when they were faced with rejection or refusal. Instead, she saw him advancing on her with a hungry smile and armed with his half-finished glass in hand.
Ms. Elisa felt a string of nervous energy tugging her away from him. With every retreating step she took Reid matched it advancing on her until she struck the bookshelf hard enough to knock three or four books free. A moment later Reid was crowding her, standing close enough for Ms. Elisa to smell the sweet tang of mimosa on his breath.
“Mr. Reid?” The question rushed out of her in içerenköy escort a tepid yet breathy surprise. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all and yet, she wasn’t entirely unwelcoming of his advance. The feeling of his cock pressing insistently against her stomach sent a tangled message throughout her body. Suddenly her cold apprehension and firey arousal butted up against one another like hips out on a dance floor. Each one nipped at her insides aching to be fed. All at once she felt caught up in an odd tug-of-war on which one to indulge.
“I thought I’d help you clean up.” He said. “After all, you seemed to be making a mess despite me paying you to do otherwise.”
That stung her cheeks red and she felt her smile fall from her face. “I wouldn’t have made a mess if you hadn’t startled me.” Then with his free hand, Reid reached up and snagged her by the jaw as if he were the older.
“So it’s my fault then?” There was a warning in his voice, a tone that said don’t push me. Ms. Elisa Nodded defiantly raising a hand and lightly stroking his cock.
“Isn’t that what you hired me for? To clean your messes?” She punctuated the word “your” with a tight little squeeze and Reid released her jaw. The two of them stood for a moment staring at each other not as lovers do, but as rivals.
She never stopped stroking him, feeling somehow that if she kept her hands on him she held some control over the situation.
“You keep that up,” he started and she could hear his breathing becoming more and more labored. “And you’re going to have a mess all over your blouse and dress.”
“That’s alright,” she said watching his face crumble in the wake of his climax. “I don’t mind cleaning this up either.”
As his body trembled against her’s, Ms. Elisa decided she’d feed her arousal.
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