Dark Touch

Just as Intense

A short chapter, but next week, the drama begins! Be prepared!

"I can't believe you got the Venus of Brassempouy' figure!" I cheered, looking at the beautiful ancient sculpture.

"Well, I know you have an interest in French art," he spoke as I peeked up seeing a small grin on his face. I was reminded of the time I looked at the erotic french images and worried that he caught me. Maybe he actually did see me. Things have been pretty nice this week so far. It was filled with playful smiles and talk of history as we enjoyed one another's company. It hadn't gotten sexual and a part of me felt it was because he knew I was a virgin or that I was being sexual with his brother.

"I do! This statue was the first sculpted representation of women dating 25,000 years ago," I remarked, putting on my glasses and grabbing the microscope to analyze the texture of the material.

"We only have it for a week before it goes on display in Manhattan, so I would analyze it away," He spoke, leaning on my desk as we stood alone in the basement of the museum.

"I plan on it. I should probably complete the Avanton Golden Cone Study first," I spoke, backing away, knowing I had other responsibilities to take care of.

"Don't worry about it. I bought it for display, so you have time for that one," he said, being nicer than I had seen before. I bit my lip looking down feeling nervous now that it was silent.

"I've been so good all week, Angel. Don't bite your lip like that or I'll lose that self-control," he muttered as I cleared my throat nervously.

"Sorry. I don't mean to cause you trouble at your work.."  I whispered quietly with a small smile on my face as I tried not to bite my lip at the nerves.

"You're never in trouble," he responded, making me look up at him. He stared intently at me and for a moment I didn't know if I wanted him to kiss me or not. As much tension as there was between us, I felt like I needed to give him the same courtesy as I gave Lucas.

I looked down, shaking my head. "Henry, I need to tell you..."

"No, you don't," He interrupted, making me look up. "How about we don't tell each other anything. Let's just enjoy each other and the company we keep and the research we share," he said. By the look on his eye, I could tell he already knew what I was going to say. "I know he's intense," he spoke, leaning closer to me, trapping the air in my lungs. "But I wouldn't underestimate me," he said, his voice lowering at the words. I couldn't help but bite my lip again, feeling anxious. "I thought I told you not to do that," he harped before grabbing my cheek, his hands tangling in my hair and pulling me in, kissing my lips deeply.

He pulled me close, kissing me intensely, his hands sliding down my ass, gripping it tightly. Our kiss was hot and heated, driving me wild as his lips blended with my own. A sound from down the hall made him separate from me, and before I could open my eyes, he was gone.....