It was definitely going to be a two cups of coffee sort of morning for Mia. After her date with Beau, and that electrifying kiss, she'd had trouble falling asleep. The last thing she needed was to be late for work, so she hastily dressed in the outfit she knew Sam wanted her to wear that day and then caught an Uber to work so that she could avoid any potential mass transit problems.
Once she was in her office, she paused to take a few deep breaths, wondering how long it would be before Sam called her into his office. Her stomach was in a tight fist as she thought about the scene from that movie she was certain he'd ask her to reenact for him. Would she be able to do it?
Her outfit wasn't exactly like the one the actress in the film had worn, but she was wearing a very short white skirt and a white button down shirt. Her hair was in a bun, as it was always required to be. She hoped Sam would like it. Then, she stopped and asked herself what Beau would think about her performing that scene for his brother. He had been so sweet to her the night before; maybe she should consider quitting this job and finding something else.
But there was no guarantee she'd find something, and there was also no guarantee that Beau would continue to be interested in her for the long term either. She could quit her job, and he could decide not to ask her out again.
Besides that, she'd be lying if she didn't admit to herself that there was an excitement to what Sam asked her to do. She never would've considered herself that sort of a girl-the kind who liked having a man she hardly knew stare at her body. But... Sam's eyes on her brought her to life in ways she never would've thought possible before. She found herself sitting behind her desk, anticipating the red light coming on so she could go entice him.
He made her wait. It was almost time for her to order his lunch when the light finally came on. She took some deep breaths and calmly went to knock on the door. He took his time answering, as if he wanted her to know he was in no hurry.
When Mia walked in, he was sitting on the edge of his desk, a solitary chair sitting in the middle of the room in front of him. His tie was loosened, his jacket off, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbow.
He looked so sexy in a sultry, dark way. It was so different than the way his younger brother turned her on, with his put-together, polished self. The element of danger ebbed off of him like invisible waves pulsating from a beacon. She couldn't see them, but she could feel them down deep to her core.
"Mia," he said in that brooding growl of his. "Sit."
It was certainly not the cheerful " good morning" his brother would've greeted her with. It was okay, though. There was no reason to pretend at niceties. She knew why she was there. She wondered if she'd be allowed to keep her thong on or if he'd want her to remove it. The fact that he'd told her to sit made her feel confident it could stay on-for now. That made her slightly more comfortable. She wasn't sure she was ready for more.
She sat there for a moment with her legs crossed, much the way the actress had been sitting in the movie. He cleared his throat and said, "Show me."
Mia sucked in a deep breath between her teeth at the command. Her jaw shook slightly as her body lit on fire at his order. She knew all he'd see was the satiny fabric of her panties and nothing more, not at the moment anyway, but there was something so raw about spreading her legs for a man, even if he wasn't even going to touch her.
Slowly, she lifted her leg and spread them as wide as she could as she readjusted in the chair. Sam's breath staggered as he drew in a breath and she thought she saw his body shiver from head to toe as his eyes focused on that most private part of her. What was he thinking? What was he imagining?
She shifted again, recrossing her legs, bring the other one over the top this time, but he didn't move, not for several seconds.
Unsure whether or not he was satisfied, Mia did it again, spreading even wider this time. He grunted and closed his eyes for a moment, a pained expression on his face. She kept her legs open so that when his eyes reopened, he would have another look. When his green eyes took her in again, his hand dropped to below his belt and settled there.
Mia recrossed her legs and he looked away, staring at the wall. She waited for him to tell her what to do.
Without looking her direction, Sam said, "Go."
Mia did as she was told. She stood, fixed her skirt, and headed for the door, not pausing or looking back, but once she was on the other side, she leaned back and breathed deeply, beads of sweat forming on her upper lip and brow. That was the most erotic thing she'd ever done in her life, but something told her, it wouldn't be that way for long. Sam had an appetite, and she was going to be asked to satisfy it. If she wanted to keep her job, she'd have to.
But she was very much aware that it wasn't just her job she wanted-she wanted her boss.