Creations

Fruition- Part 2

"Anna.. I want you." Pauls voice echoed in my ears.

"Paul, we're supposed to be working. Not now." I smirked looking through papers.

"Screw work! I need you right now." He exclaimed throwing my papers to the side and pressed me against the wall. "I want to feel you.. every inch of you.." His fingertips traced from my outer thigh to the hem of my skirt as he slowly lifted it exposing my skin. His hands as slow as he could manage to make me shake. His breath was hot against my neck before his lips finally met my skin. Goosebumps filled every empty space till I couldn't think straight anymore.

"P-Paul.. please.." I panted trying to calm my racing heart.

"This needs to go." He whispered lifting his other hand to my blouse and ripping it open.

"W-WHAT?!" I yelled sitting up in my bed.

"Again?" I asked myself realizing I had another dream about Paul. Ever since that day I could barely contain myself. His peircing green eyes, when his hair was a mess, perfect curly red hair. Yesterday I heard his voice while he was groggy. He's been picking me up before work since it's on his way so I haven't seen Benny much.

"Anna! Paul's here!" I looked up at the clock and realized I must've snoozed my alarm. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a white blouse, purple skirt and some heels. I was about to grab my blazer until I realized it had a stain on it.

"I'll be up in two seconds!" I called up scrambling to get anything together.

---Pauls POV---

"I'll be up in two seconds!" She yelled up the stairs. I laughed at her struggle and looked around the livingroom.

"Thank you for inviting me into your lovely home." I said to Annas mother.

"I couldn't have you waiting out there for her. Come on in and have a cup of coffe while you wait for her." She smiled leading me inside.

"Your home is absolutely beautiful."

"Thank you. Anna is thanks for all of it. She never spends a dime on herself, everytime she's get a paycheck she'd be over here with a bunch of new decorations and turning this into a haven." She laughed as she grabbed two mugs from the cupboard.

"I didn't know that. I know she doesn't get paid much working as a designer."

"Are you kidding? She's getting paid so much compared to what me and her father ever got paid. We got lucky when we won the lottery when she was little otherwise we'd still be living in an RV. Would you like cream or sugar?"

"Both please. I never knew she struggled with money."

"Well, my parents came from Germany and my husbands parents came from Ireland, we didn't have a lot from our parents and everytime we'd seem to get ahead, we'd get kicked back. I was born in Germany so a lot of people didn't accept me with my accent."

"I don't hear an accent?"

"That's because it's been fifty years. I grew out of it but learning a new language when I was just eight years old was tough."

"Mom! Can you please help me get this coffee stain out? I don't even remember drinking coffee with this!" I turned around to see her putting on her heels. She was half bent over, Her hair was a beautiful mess while her clothes flattered her figure in the best way possible. Her blouse was half tucked in and she was struggling with her bag as she just dropped her shoes and grabbed the wall sliding her feet in.

"Oh I'm sorry honey. That's my fault. I wore your blazer yesterday when we went to see about that loan."

"I told you if you need money I can get the loan. Just please help me with this stain. Oh and can you help me with the tag in my skirt? It keeps stabbing me." She turned around still struggling with items in her bag as her mother unzipped her skirt showing her thong. Right then my face grew as red as my hair as I turned around. I pulled the cup of coffee to my face and sipped trying to ignore the image I just saw.