Entanglement (Extended Scenes)

Gabrielle's Daydream

"I've been waiting for you all day." John stops me in my tracks as I close the door to his office. My heels squeak like a sneaker to the deepness of his voice.

All day? How? I've been preparing myself for the meeting we're supposed to have at this moment, the same moment we've organized yesterday to meet here so we could conduct it together. If he means I'm late to the meeting, I'm down right killing someone for turning the clocks back in time because I'm more than sure I'm early.

"Isn't the meeting in five minutes? How could you be waiting for me all day?" I set the documents on his coffee table, brushing my hair off my forehead. The little run that took me here took a whole lot of energy, running in heels is never a good idea, I don't give a flying damn about what Helen Bailey says.

"Didn't your assistant pass on the message?" John is fidgeting on a pen, sitting all so almighty behind his desk. As always seemingly knowing something I don't, and acting superior about it as always.

"No..."

"The meeting was postponed for later today, so I asked her to send you to my office so we could go over the proposal beforehand." He sets the pen down, there's something about his demeanor that is quite different. Maybe not for the normal eye, but more than clearly to me.

"We already went over it yesterday." I shrug, nonchalantly.

"Are you sure about that?" John stands up from his seat, circling to the front of his desk before leaning swiftly against it. His eyes only leaving me to adjust his tie for a mere second, urging me to be aware of his discomfort somehow.

As I center myself through the haze that's happening, I analyze him further. My eyes end up falling to his posture, the one that's always so authoritarian and obviously distinguished towards most was a bit more relaxed. And that's when I see it. The restraint in his eyes and the bulge in his pants. The fucker is turned on.

"Not anymore, I'm not." I say, looking back up to him. Else the gawking to his obvious hard-on could turn into something else really quick. He drops his gaze to the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose to hold in a smile, he noticed. I'm glad he finds me funny, because I could not be any more confused as to why his behavior is so strange. But who am I to question his authority?

"Come here."  I walk hesitantly over to where he's standing, feeling as if every step closer to him is a step closer to surrendering to the devil and his ill intents. This should definitely not be happening, but I am in no position to deny myself of this. Not after everything that's been going through my brain whenever I see him.

"Turn around for me." As soon as I turned, he unzipped my dress with no hesitation, unbuttoning my intricate bra with so much as the snap of two fingers. The blunge of the silk and lace fabric pooling on the floor as I stood still. With nothing but the black pumps and soaking underwear on me at the moment.

His hands caressing my curves with a delicacy he didn't maintain when undressing me. "God, I've been thinking about this all day." But as they say, sex is all about the desire. Much like a gift. "All fucking week." You're always excited to unwrap a gift. Once you do, you take your time to play with it. "Every single time you come into my office, if I'm being fair." And God, was he taking his sweet time to adore me.

John turned me back to face him, kissing me slowly as his fingers played with my nipples. Twisting and pinching, eliciting a small yelp of pain from my end. "We shouldn't be doing this. Not here." My protest hardly seemed like one and he could tell. From the tone of my voice to the soft moans when he dropped his hand to my underwear, he could tell I was far from serious.