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Ch6 ............... O

I've been battling with my computer for at least an hour and the latest updates that it's decided to do this morning! I try running my tracking software, no luck!

I've called Matt to the rescue; He's supposed to be coming to unlock this damned software for me. I can already see him, making fun of my meagre skills in the matter.

I would have preferred to get by on my own, but I have an urgent file to close, and if I spend too much time on it, this machine will be going out of the window!

Anyway, I know I'm cursed with computers. If there's a fifty-fifty chance for it to crash, You can be sure it'll crash!

The famous: "Anything that is likely to go wrong will definitely go wrong" ... Sod's law you  could say!

I laugh nervously. The poor chap who spelt out this principle must have been as cunning as me!

Grumbling, I take a last look at my screen and rise to go get a drink when someone knocks at the door.

T:"Come in, Matt!"

My face glued to the screen trying one last time to unlock it, I hear him come in.

T:"I hate these machines! One day, Carter Corporation might invest in real hardware!!"

I know I'm exaggerating. But when computers get the better of me, I get mad.

R:"You should take it up with your boss."

I freeze on the spot as I recognise the voice. It's not Matt's. Oh no...

(Oh shit ...)

When I turn around, I feel caught red-handed.

R:"You have something against my companies' equipment, Miss White?"

Playing with his cufflinks, he stares at me, his eyes shining.

I get up quickly, walk around my desk and come to face him.

(I act as if nothing had happened.)

T:"Not at all, just a slight problem with an update, a colleague's on his way to help me out"

R:"A certain ... Matt."

T:"Yes."

R:"And not Mark."

He gently closes the door behind him, before taking a few steps towards me.

R:"How many knights in shining armour have you got ...?"

He strokes my cheek with his hand and my pulse accelerates in a flash.

T:"Was your call interesting?"

I look at him, raise my eyebrows and lean my head to the other side avoid his hand.

R:"Mmh ..."

Obviously, he doesn't want to talk. Not with those eyes.

I step backwards and bump my butt against the edge of my desk.

His eyes narrow, as he inches closer to whisper  in my ear.

R:"You can't imagine what I have in store for you tonight ..."

His voice, hoarse and delcicously provocative rings through me ... so weak.

(I make myself desirable.)

T:"How do you know I will be available for you tonight?"

He's too close for me to make out the expression in his eyes but I see his jaw contract.

Suddenly he slides his hand slowly under my skirt. So voluptuously that a shockwave runs through me from head to toe.

I feel his agile fingers up along my stockings and come to unfasten my suspenders in a precise and assured movement.

His warm lips rest on my neck while, with the other hand, he presses me against him.

I hold my breath when his fingers touch the most sensitive areas of my anatomy ...

Slowly, his kisses go up, along the side of my face, then he grabs my hair firmly to force me to look him straight in the eyes.

R:"I know what you want, Tayla ... I feel your skin trembling under my fingers."

I'm panting, my gaze lost in the metal of his penetrating eyes. What I want is him. Nothing but him.

T:"Ryan ..."

My body is ablaze with desire. The same every time he touches me.

He gently kisses my upper lip, then descends to my chin and my neck, as he strokes my burning flesh.

R:"Tell me what you want..."

(I whisper.)

T:"I want you... "

My voice is a murmur, a lascivious and impatient moan.

(I show him.)

I stroke his waist and gradually I descend toward his lower abdomen...

I feel his lips stretch in a smile, against my skin.

Hard to resist Ryan Carter ... Impossible even.

Suddenly, without warning, he moves away from me, leaving me panting, half sitting on the edge of my desk.

I stare at him in surprise.

R:"You can think about what I'm going to do to you tonight, all day long, then all I'll have to do is pick you ..."

T:"You'll pay for it ..."

R:"Don't be angry sweetheart, I just wanted to give you a foretaste ..."

He moves away and adjusts his tie looking at me, his eyes sparkling with malice.

R:"Later ... Oh ... and ... be good."

He turns around and leaves the room laughing.

The bastard !! Leaving me like this. Totally disoriented, feverish and ... frustrated!

I slowly breathe out, now the he's gone, my hands still leaning on my desk.

Someone knocks on the door. Before I manage to get a hold of myself! Matt bursts into the room, all smiles.

Matt:"You sent for the repairman, little lady?"

When my friend's eyes land on my I stare at him, bewildered, ashamed, blushing. I feel that what's just happened is printed on my forehead!

Matt literally stares for a few seconds. My god ... it's very embarrassing ...

Matt:"You look as if you've just um...?!"