Untouched (7 page)

He stared at me intently. Searching… for what? A sign that I was okay with what just happened? I didn’t know. I stared too, fascinated by his eyes as they darkened. They became the shiny darkness of emerald stones. The limbal ring had merged into the emerald of his eyes, which were the deepest green I’d ever seen.  He had long lashes like those I’d only seen on one other man, Chris Hemsworth. There was a dark-green rim around the iris and specks of light green around the pupil.  Inside the main iris, it was awash in a balance of dark emerald and pale-green that evened out to a brilliant laurel green. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stare into his eyes and watch them dance.

“Hi,” I whispered, for lack of anything better to say.

A slow smile crossed his lips and he touched the tip of my nose with his finger.  “Hi yourself. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked with perceptible concern in his beautiful eyes.

I was still in shock and unable to assess if he actually had or not. I shook my head. Damn, where was my voice? Had he fucked me into silence? I didn’t know what to say…this had never happened to me before and I wasn’t sure how I should feel or respond to him. I didn’t like this…feeling exposed and vulnerable. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, lightly tracing my cheek with his fingertips, leaving a trail of heat along the area his fingers had touched.

I felt the overwhelming need to escape his entrancing gaze. I reluctantly looked away, staring past him . He gently guided my chin so that I was again facing him, staring into his warm emeralds.

“Aria. Please say something. I haven’t known you very long but I know enough to say that it’s unlike you to be this quiet.”

A reluctant smile touched my lips at that truth. I swallowed and attempted to find my voice. “Nothing is wrong…I’m just a little out of sorts. Er…this is a first for me.” His eyebrows furrowed as shock and confusion crossed his handsome face.

“Not a first in regards to sex, of course, but here… in my office… with a uh… co-worker,” I explained, embarrassed at my current state.

“A
co-worker
? Is that what I am?” he questioned.

“Aren’t you?” I snapped as I reached for my bra.  He passed it to me and I pulled down my skirt. 

“I was under the assumption that we were slightly more than co-workers Aria. Apparently I was mistaken. Guess it’s a good thing that you don’t make a habit of fucking co-workers in your office, huh?”

“What is your fucking problem?” I demanded.

“No, what is your fucking problem?” he countered.

“Do you really want to know what my fucking problem is?” I asked.

“Yes, please enlighten me,” he replied, his jaws clenching.

“You!” I nearly shouted at him. “You are my fucking problem. Since the day you darkened my door, you’ve been my fucking problem.” I turned abruptly to gather my purse. I didn’t bother putting my shirt and bra on. I slipped on a jacket from the coat rack near my door, buttoned it and without looking back, stormed out of my office. 

CHAPTER SIX

I rushed to the elevator and pressed the button for the parking garage. Impatiently jabbing the button several times more, I glanced over my shoulder. The elevator doors opened and I stepped in and pushed the button for the bottom floor. The elevator door began to close just as Aiden stepped out of my office. You would have never known from looking at him that he had just fucked his boss senseless. His demeanor was cool and aloof, which I had come to recognize as one of his many masks. I gazed, taking him in from the tips of his shoes upward, stopping my appraisal once I saw the look on his face.
Anger
? 

The elevator doors slowly closed, bringing finality to the scene. What the fuck was he angry about? If anyone, I should be angry. I was just fucked and gagged in my office by my fucking intern. Just saying that in my head sounded all sorts of wrong! I had sex in my office. With my subordinate, no less. But damn it was so amazingly hot! Remembering him inside me, I touched my nipples which were sore from his sensuous abuse. Truth be told, Virginia was sore also. Very sore!

I buttoned the skipped buttons of my jacket and made a futile attempt to smooth my hair as I waited to exit the elevator. I shoved my shirt and bra into my purse just before the doors opened. Looking downward, I hurriedly made my way to the parking garage. I wondered what I would see if I were looking at the security cameras. Would I see a woman who had been shamelessly ravaged? I was silently praying not. I hoped I would see a woman who worked late and who had a lot on her mind as she rushed to get home in preparation for the evening’s company party.

Nearing my car, I pressed the button on the key fob to unlock my car door and got inside. Damn, I was a lot sorer than I thought, I noticed after sitting down. My phone rang but I decided to let it go to voicemail. The last time I left work and answered my phone, I opened a door of disaster. This time, whoever was calling would have to wait. I secured my seat belt and started home. For the second time today, I was in the busy Boston traffic headed home. The difference this time was that I was leaving work after an extreme orgasm, courtesy of Aiden Wyatt…whereas the first attempt to leave, I was only guilty of stroking his cock and tasting his cum. Either way, I was fucked. Literally and figuratively.

Entering my condo, I began undressing, leaving a trail of clothing to the bathroom. I started a bath and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. A hot, relaxing bath and a couple of glasses of wine would do much to soothe my thoughts. Heading back to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone, placed it on the docking station and launched an upbeat playlist. I appreciated the speaker system throughout my home as the room immediately filled with the cheery rhythm of Katy Perry’s
Roar
. Katy was one of my favorite artists; I was drawn in the moment I heard the chorus of her massive hit,
I Kissed A Girl
, which I still loved.

I dimmed the lights in the bathroom and stepped in the tub. Settling in, I closed my eyes and allowed the music to flow over me. Music was my cure-all. There were occasions when it made happy times happier and there were other times, like now, where it offered a much-needed distraction.

After a few songs and a glass of wine, I was actually in a much calmer place. I prepared myself to re-play today’s events and evaluate my predicament. I needed to know at which exact point had I lost control in the situation with Aiden. And most important, I needed to establish how to assure his silence concerning today’s recklessness.

Emerging from the tub thirty minutes later, I’d determined that I never really had the control over the situation with Aiden. The only reason I hadn’t given in to him weeks ago was because he hadn’t made the attempt. The moment I saw him, it was inevitable. What had occurred was trouble on many levels, the most important of which was my job. I needed a way to silence this and to ensure it would never happen again.

I had formed a couple of logical conclusions. First, there was no way anyone could have seen us in the elevator; as far as I could tell no one ever looked at us. If they had, I would've noticed. But then again, there were a few moments when my eyes were closed. How was it fucking possible for anyone to have that type of effect on me? I could barely recall the details of what happened in the elevator. Secondly, in regards to the office sex, my office door had been locked and we were actually pretty quiet when he was fucking me, thanks to the gag. Who would have thought there would come a day in which I would be thankful for being gagged? Basically, what occurred between us was just that, between us. No one knew. Thirdly, I needed to make sure it remained that way if my career were to remain intact.

The way I saw it, I had only a couple of choices-  pretend it never happened, with the hope that he would follow my lead and do the same or speak to him asking him to keep his mouth shut and make certain that it never happened again. There was actually a third option. I could do what I really wanted…let him fuck me as hard and as often as possible. After all, the damage was done. The indiscretion in the elevator alone was enough for me to lose my job and taint my career. Sexual harassment…that is what they would label it. But he was the one harassing
me
! That may have very well been the case; however, I knew that I would be the one to take the fall given the dynamics of the working relationship…supervisor to subordinate. But if I were going to get the boot over sexual harassment, I may as well make it worth it and have as much mind-blowing sex with him as my cunt would allow, which may not be very much considering how sore I was from just one romp. But he’d be worth the delicious pain. I could definitely suffer through it. Of course, that was Virginia talking. Virginia was a lot like April. Always up and ready for some hot scandalous sex…consequences be damned.

Totally ignoring Virginia, I decided to finish packing. After the party, I would change clothes, grab my luggage and head to the airport. I only packed a carry-on because most of my time there would be in a bikini so extra clothes weren’t a necessity. I would buy whatever else needed once I landed.

After placing my luggage near the door, I sat at my bureau to fix my hair. I added a few braids on the sides and at the nape, gathered them along with the loose hair, pulling it all to meet in the back in a knotty woven mass. I’d left out my bangs and pulled them back over the top to create a little extra volume. After assessing that I did a pretty good job, I applied my makeup and entered my closet to select my attire. I’d decided on a Vera Wang cocktail dress. It was a silver, satin strapless dress with tiered layers that stopped a few inches above the knee. There was a triangle cutout at the back which revealed the upper and lower mid of my back. It did place the girls on display; maybe more revealing than what I would normally wear to a company function but I loved this dress on me- it accentuated everything I loved about my body. It was daring, slightly understated and sexy. Foregoing a necklace, I donned my favorite diamond earrings and matching bracelet. I grabbed my silver clutch and slipped on a pair of Silver Christian Louboutin Peep Toe Pumps and exited my bedroom.

April called earlier, beyond excited to begin our four-day weekend. I filled her in on a few of the  details regarding my situation with Mr. Fuck Me in hopes she would perhaps this once, understand my plight - but true to form she didn't see the problem. She thought it all sounded amazingly hot. The fact that it involved a level of risk was all the more attractive to her. I never said that it wasn't hot, because the mere thought of this afternoon with him made me desperate to pick up where we left off but it was also dangerous and it violated my Fuck Rule.

I’d done just enough to both get fired and involve RPH in a sexual harassment scandal. Aiden must be aware of the legal ramifications given his legal background. I couldn't simply ignore what happened; I would talk to him and ask that he ignore my lapse in judgment and continue our professional relationship. Simple enough. Although it sounded simple, I suspected Aiden would push the envelope with this. I just couldn't predict how far he would push it. I honestly couldn't imagine his acquiescing when he had been more than clear of his intentions on numerous occasions.

The missed call earlier was from him; more than likely an effort to initiate another seduction and ultimate conquest. Maybe, just maybe, I was jumping to the wrong conclusion, but after replaying the last few moments of our time together this afternoon, I doubted it. The way he looked at me when the elevator doors had closed, he wasn’t through with me. Not nearly. If only I hadn’t had the unfortunate need to go back to the office for Adam. And in doing so, giving myself to Aiden, giving him exactly what he had wanted. I grabbed my clutch and gave myself a pep talk for what was sure to be a tumultuous evening.

My anxiety amplified as I drove along Route 93 toward the docks. I neared Atlantic Avenue following the signs for Rowes Wharf and the Boston Harbor Hotel; my palms sweating. Turning towards Rowes Wharf, I arrived at the docks, following the line for the valet attendants. Stopping beside the attendant, I noticed the steady stream of people crossing the access ramp to board the Odyssey. I took one last glance in the mirror and opened the door to an evening that was certain to be a turning point. As to the direction of the turn, well that depended on Aiden… and the thought of him having that type of control was a source of absolute disdain.

I gradually made my way aboard the Odyssey, my heart in my throat. Entering the main deck of the yacht, I spotted Raina and inconspicuously eyed the others in search of Aiden. Wow! Raina looked really pretty in her smart short black organza cocktail dress. It had a soft neckline adorning shiny sequin motifs with a white bow tie at the waist. I’d never seen her dressed in anything like this before. She was usually ultra conservative. But perhaps like me, she was feeling risqué tonight.

“I love your dress,” I said, reaching her.

“Thank you Miss Cason, it’s not too much is it?” she asked nervously.

“I think it’s perfect. You look beautiful,” I mused.

“Thank you. This isn’t something I would normally wear or even buy but it was a birthday gift from my sister. When I told her about tonight’s party, she insisted that I wear it.”

“Well I think it was an excellent choice.”

She smiled, noticeably relaxing. “Look at you, you look like a runway model, but then again you always look so gorgeous.”

“I seriously doubt I have any resemblance to a runway model but thanks for saying it all the same,” I replied smiling. I wondered how Aiden would respond when he saw me this evening. Would he still find me appealing or would he treat me as he did the other women at RPH? He was cordial; sometimes witty but it was obvious he had no real interest in any of them. Although I should be comforted by the thought of him finally treating me like a colleague, part of me relished the attention he couldn’t seem to help but bestow me. Yes, I know that was contradictory to what I was thinking earlier but I had to admit, he was someone I could seriously fall for given a different set of circumstances. I’d never felt that before- the feeling that I wanted something more than sex from a guy. I actually never allowed myself. But Aiden, he made me do things and think things that were outside of my control. I didn’t like it.

“Miss Cason, would you like to play black jack with us?”

“Hmmm?”

“I was saying that Bailey and I were going to try our hand at black jack and wanted to know if you would like to join us,” Raina asked. I had been too lost in my Aiden-induced daze to notice that Bailey had joined us.

“Sure, that sounds like fun,” I replied

“Hi Bailey, you look ready for a night out on the town, that dress looks amazing on you,” I said.

“I was just thinking the same thing about your dress Miss Cason, you look incredible,” she added quickly lifting her eyes from my boobs. I hope that wasn’t an indication that I was revealing too much.

“Thanks Bailey.”

“Where did you find your dress?” Raina asked Bailey as we turned to find the black jack table.

“I actually bought this last season from Barney’s. You wouldn’t believe the deals you can get at the end of the season and my husband told me long ago that if I wanted designer dresses like this, I’d have to shop after the season,” she said laughing.

It was a black silk crepe sleeveless tulip dress with a box pleated bubble skirt with a perforated hem. It was extremely fitted at the waist accentuating her slim figure. The high-backed four inch pumps were perfect for the dress, giving the appearance of super long legs. Unlike Raina, Bailey was more than confident in both her appearance and in her choice of this evening’s clothing ensemble.

As we entered the relaxed, festive atmosphere of the Odyssey’s game room, I found myself excited for the first time this evening. There were gaming tables dispersed throughout the room - blackjack, roulette, poker, baccarat and my favorite, craps! I wasn’t an exceptionally good player but I loved the anticipation and excitement that coursed through my body when I grabbed the dice; everyone anxiously waiting for me to throw the number that would help them buy “baby a new pair of shoes”.

Scantily dressed waitresses busied themselves taking drink orders and distributing drinks. I hoped they weren’t the true-to-form watered down drinks that were synonymous with gambling arenas because I would need less dilution if I were going to make it through this night in one piece.

Cheers erupted in the crowded area that held the slot machines. We followed the sound of the merriment to see a large group of RPH employees congratulating a lucky winner; it looked to be Jennifer. I couldn’t be sure because she wasn’t the same Jennifer I saw within the walls of RPH. She, too, was another unrecognizable character for tonight’s festivities.