He purrs and I preen.
He, looking at me
I am frozen in place
By his flashing green eyes
He hesitates not a moment having drunk me down. His hands slide up my waist. His right hand pressing firmly on the small of my back. Pulling me closer until I’m skin to skin, heat bleeding through the thin veneer of cloth that seperates us. His fingers on his left hand trail up my spine ending in his hand at the back of my neck. Not controlling but the hint of it. Enough to make me shudder with need.
“Can I get by?” Michael says, faint smile playing over his lips.
“What? Oh, sure, sorry. I’m in your way.”
I press back against the cubicle wall, harsh material scratching against me.
Michael slips by, his hand brushing mine. Unintentionally?
Turning back to me, Michael says, “A bunch of us are going out after work. You should come.”
I think, Great, then I can be awkward in front of other people.
“That sounds like fun, send me the info.”
The faint scent of sandalwood and heat, lingers in the air.
Pelgris 