The bad-tempered muse

Chapter 6: was no Adam nor Eve

Chapter 6: was no Adam nor Eve

"Please conduct yourself well, Mrs. Young.", Martin said as he softly push the lady away from his body.

He feels disgusted with the way her body feels on his skin--the way her boobs touch his chest. 

His expression has never been so dark as that moment.

Mrs. Young lets out a very 'suggestive' chuckles and licks her blood-red lips.

"Why are acting so hard to get? Or am I not attractive enough?", she hums provocatively. 

This is so stupid-- Martin thought to himself.

She shouldn't have to ask him that because whether or not he finds her attractive, there's no way he would think of having affair with a married woman.

Let alone actually do that, with her, in his own gallery? 

"If you do that, I would have to ask you to leave, Mrs. Young."

Why was he with this woman again?-- He berated himself for actually falling on her trap. 

Her friends are downstairs and she wants to look around the gallery;  as the owner, he accompanied her since she was persistent to look around on the second floor. 

He has a fleeting thought that she would likely hit on him again, but he never expected her to push her body to him like that.

"Oh, dear...You know, I can sue you. I can make this, your gallery, close down in two weeks' time."

Martin was startled by the word 'sue' that he momentarily lost the ability to process his thoughts.

"Afraid now? My husband is the City Mayor's brother, who do you think he would favor, you or me? You can call me big sister from now own..." 

Then, she sways her hips and circles around him while she seductively touches his shoulders.

With lip bites and soft whispers on his ears, Martin stood in his place immobile; he can feel her above-normal size boobs on his back. 

She's like the snake that seduces Eve, but unfortunately for her, Martin was no Adam nor Eve.

His eyes brim with disgust and scorn for her.

He swatted her hands away and put distance between them.

"Sue me for what? For not climbing onto your bed? Mrs. Young, first of all, we have cameras around here, if you know what that means. Don't even get me started with other things you probably don't know.", He answers, contempt lacing on his manly, very magnetic, voice.

No wonder married women would cling to him, his voice alone gives tingles to their bodies.

Martin dusted the area of his shirt where her hands landed like he was freeing himself of some dirty particles.

Seeing that, Mrs. Young's pride was hurt; she's beautiful and has a luscious body!

Why wouldn't he want to sleep with her for one night?

She was already throwing herself to him, other men can only dream about it.

Mrs. Young has always prided herself because of her good look and effect on men.

When she saw only disgust and not admiration in his eyes, she's so angry she could kill.

"How dare you--", her shriek was instantly cut off. 

"-- No, how dare you threaten me, Mrs. Young. If you want to get laid so bad, I'm not going to stop you nor tell anyone, just get away from me because you disgust me as no one has ever had."