Sinning In The City

Chapter 27 - We Are One

Roxbury wasn't sure what to do. The professional in him knew this spelled trouble if he let it go any further, but the man in him was eager to look up and see Layla shirtless. The man won the battle as Roxbury slowly looked up towards the couch.

Layla was sitting there, a nearby blanket wrapped over her shoulders. She was smiling.

"Did you expect something else?" She asked.

Roxbury was obviously expecting, maybe even hoping, to have caught her in a much more glamour pose, but knew to always act as if in total control.

"No. That's pretty much how I remembered her." He replied pointing at the door.

Layla was amused by how quickly her agent could wiggle his way out of any situation.

"She meant it, you know?"

"What? That you were a wreck?" He asked in return.

Layla was pensive and finally nodded. "Well, that too. But she will fight you if you hurt me."

"I will be very gentle then." Roxbury promised. "And just in case she really meant it, I'll wear knee pads whenever she's around."

Layla looked around at the wooden floor. "That could come in handy." She said very seriously.

Roxbury enjoyed how Layla appeared so much at ease in his presence, and he had to admit to himself that he truly cherished her company too. He hadn't felt such a connection with a woman, or any other human being for that matter, in quite some time. He realized Layla was slowly becoming his friend and that pleased him. But he also knew too well that friendship between a man and a woman was a very unusual concept, and very difficult to maintain. She was very attractive, and he had felt aroused by her in many occasions, the latest of which was no later than a few minutes ago.

He approached the coffee table and bent down to pick up Natasha's mug.

"Will you want more tea?" He asked Layla.

She anchored down in the couch, comfortably wrapped in the warm blanket, her bare skin making her feel very erotic.

"Would love some more, yes." She said looking at him.

Roxbury came back with a fresh cup and handed it to his prodigy. He could have just placed it on the coffee table in front of her, in fact that was probably the right thing to do, but he wanted to force Layla into opening the blanket a bit to reach for the cup. And she did just that, flashing a perfectly round breast in the process. Roxbury didn't even try to look elsewhere or pretend he didn't notice.

"She was right about something else." Layla said as she took a sip of the hot beverage.

This time Roxbury knew not to joke around.

"What is it?" He simply asked.

Layla was looking at him, the mug still in her hand. Roxbury sat down next to her, so close that she almost spilled the hot liquid when his leg came in contact with hers. Layla instinctively steadied the cup by bringing her other hand to the rescue, letting go of the blanket in the process.

With both breasts now exposed, Roxbury breathed a little harder as he reached for her mug and slowly took it off her hands, then placed it on the table. Layla's hands fell slowly on her thighs and she remained exposed to his glance for a few seconds before Roxbury pulled the blanket back up to cover her.

Layla felt like time had slowed down and they were now in slow-motion. She knew what she wanted but enjoyed leaving it up to him. She could read in his eyes that not only he wanted the very same thing, but also he appeared to have accepted their fate.