Emeralds & Lace (Moved)

Chapter 4

Owen's POV

Wow. She is unlike any other woman I've ever known.

I've been reading over her... well theres really no nice way to put it, but her 'file' has all the information I'd need to be concerned about.

At least that's what she said after I asked why she was so adamant on me reading it.

Stuff like if she's looking for a permanent relationship, her hard limits, things she's willing to try, kinks- both things she likes doing and likes being done, all that good stuff.

And honestly? Ive never been more embarrassed yet intrigued in my life.

Normally, I'd want to talk with her rather than just read a file, but she mentioned something about work to be done, and that I could just ask her questions as I read.

Looking over the file closer, I examined all her strong likes. It stated that she was mainly a pleasure or soft dom, but that she didn't mind adhering to preference of the sub/switch in question, especially in scenes.

I can totally see her being a pleasure dom, but the latter? Really?

Peering over her glasses, she says "Yes, really, darling. You've only met me in this environment, therefore you only know one side of me." She pushed her glasses back up her nose and continued typing away.

I was too enraptured by the details of this gorgeous woman to realized I'd said anything. A blush spread across my face and I cleared my throat, hoping to ease the silence.

"I'm almost done here. Are you hungry? I can get some food sent down." She doesn't take her eyes of her screen.

"Oh uhm. I guess? If it isn't too much trouble..." I look away from her, starting to tap my foot.

Not even an hour here and your already being a nuisance? Pathetic.

I keep my eyes trained on the floor, the file I had read and re-read over and over long forgotten on the other side of the couch where I had previously been laying.

Hearing the clicking of heels on tile broke me out of my daze, and all of a sudden two laminated menus were being offered to me.

"I have some great cooks upstairs, taught them myself. Are you allergic to anything? Anything you don't like?" She tilts her head, a small smile gracing her face.

I take the menus and look them over.

"No Im not allergic to anything..." I trailed off, staring at what I knew I was going to get.

I point to it and she nods, heading to a phone on her desk.

She looks back at me while pressing a few buttons. "Anything to drink? Water? Wine? The bar upstairs is very good as well."

"Just water please."

Nodding once again she brings the phone up to her ear, her smooth voice entering the quiet office.

"Hi Elise. Yes I'm doing fine. Could you get Marla in the kitchen? I need her to send an order down." She places a hand on her desk and leans her hip against it as well.

Crossing one foot in front of the other she tilts her head and looks at me. I try to make eye contact for as long as I can hold it, but a blush, once again, creeps onto my face and I look away. The fear of embarrassment eating my mind raw.

She giggles at my reaction.

God her voice is angelic.

"Hello Marla. Could you do me a favor? Amazing. I need you to send down two Chicken Alfredo's- yes of course with extra sauce- some of those amazing french fries you make, and a few water bottles. Oh and some of the cider we just ordered. Ive been meaning to try it."