Immaculate

Clean up

Sang's POV

Much later I was curled on Mr Blackbourne's lap on the sofa in the snug. Nathan was flat on his stomach with Gabriel next to him on the floor. They had the list in front of them, Nathan was sucking on the end of his pen. North and Luke had to leave earlier as they were due at the Diner for a delivery that Uncle was expecting. Victor was curled on the sofa around his laptop, Kota was deep into a novel he had taken from Dr Green's study. Silas was watching a baseball game on his ipad on mute and Dr Green was going through a pile of paperwork for the hospital. Mr Blackbourne was watching CNN with Fox and and the BBC in smaller screens on the TV. The sound was muted and I think he was concentrating more on the breaking news banners than the actual news. I had my head on his shoulder and I was drifting in and out of sleep.

He had his hand on my hip and was smoothing it in wide circles that was relaxing me. I felt his hand falter slightly and then he was rubbing up and down my hip and before I could protest he was standing up suddenly, with me in his arms.

"What?" I squeaked, making the others look up in surprise.

"I just need to talk to Miss Sorenson about something, stay here," he said and I heard Dr Green snort loudly and say something, but he was already out of the door and moving down to his study.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, my arms around his neck as I tried to hang on.

He stepped into his study and used his foot to shut the door behind us and then I heard the lock snick into place.

He said nothing and I was starting to worry that I had upset him. He set me on the desk and planted his hands either side of me.

"I don't want details, I only want a yes or no answer, Miss Sorenson," he said to me quietly. His eyes held mine but I was unable to read anything in them.

"Are you wearing panties?" he asked. I blinked, his question had thrown me and then I remembered that I had never actually got around to getting a clean pair before Nathan had phoned.

"Ermm," I bit my lip. "No," I whispered and saw him suck in his breath on a hiss, his eyes darkened, dropping to my lips. I bit my lip and he lifted his eyes to mine again and this time I saw the lust in them.

"You are to answer all questions with a yes or no, do you understand?"

"Yes," I said and but my lip harder again. My breathing shallowed right out as I reacted to his words.

"Yes, what?" he murmured and I felt a jolt of pleasure zing through my veins making my toes curl. He wanted me to call him Mr Blackbourne, and I knew he was going to get a kick out of it, so was I, although I had no idea why.

"Yes, Mr Blackbourne," I sighed and he nodded.

"Am I to understand that you sat in the dining room and ate dinner, with all of us, while you had no panties on?"

"Yes, Mr Blackbourne." I felt a shiver of anticipation shoot through me.

"So, you were in my kitchen, standing at my stove, knowing full well that you had nothing on under your skirt, is that correct?"

"Um.. yes, Mr Blackbourne, I forgot.."

"Ah!" He cut me off with his fingers on my lips. "Yes or no only, Miss Sorenson."

"Yes, Mr Blackbourne," I murmured and he lifted his fingers and placed his hand back on the desk by my hips.

"Do you think this is acceptable behaviour?" he inquired and I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that and he saw it. He smirked slightly, dropped his head and then lifted it back up, his eyes holding mine again.