The story was incredible.
Bucky had to read it twice. She always did this. She wrote the most amazing, fantastic stories. It was clear she was talented. Wise beyond her eighteen years.
And she drove him completely crazy.
She was so beautiful. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke. He knew she drove all of the boys crazy.
They all wanted her.
They desired her.
And she barely looked twice.
She knew what she wanted out of life.
She knew what she wanted to do, what she wanted to be. So she ignored their advances. Their pleas and begging. She didn't bother with them.
"Excuse me, Mister Barnes," she spoke softly, pulling him from his thoughts and closing the office door behind her. He looked up and smiled slightly, trying so desperately to not look too much, to not stare too hard.
But it was useless.
The dress was short. She had a light blue cardigan over it. It was so tight over her perfect breasts. The shoes she wore accented her sculpted legs, and he felt his cock twitch in his trousers.
"You wanted to see me?," she asked, so innocently that it made him twitch again and he nodded, gesturing toward the chair. "Have a seat," he told her and she did as he asked, crossing her legs.
He refused to let his eyes linger. He swallowed hard and met her eye, holding up the paper. "Another fantastic story," he praised and she smiled wide. "Very...interesting subject," he said and she nodded a bit. "A little mature I suppose, but it fits the assignment."
She watched him, the way his lips moved, his strong hands, barely registering the words. She was just as fascinated with him as he was with her.
It was true, she had no interest in the boys who followed her around. High school boys were boring. She had desires, needs they couldn't see to fulfill.
She needed a man.
He stood and moved around the front of the desk, stopping in front of her. His eyes fell to her bare thighs and he had an overwhelming urge to touch. But he knew he couldn't. It was so wrong. He could lose his job.
But it didn't stop his mind from wandering.
"Are you okay?," she asked softly, hearing his voice waver just slightly. He licked his dry lips and nodded, going on about her grades. She uncrossed her legs and sat forward a bit, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
And that was it for Bucky.
"I'm trying so hard," he sighed, mostly to himself. He'd braced himself on the desk, his knuckles nearly white. "I'm trying to do the right thing," he said, his eyes now traveling up her body to hers. "Trying so damn hard to not do what I desperately want to do."
"And what is that, Sir?," she asked him and he felt his cock twitch again. "Goddamn," he muttered under his breath and clenched his jaw. She'd be the death of him. She'd completely ruin him and now he was utterly sure of that.
"To bend you over right here," he spoke, his voice low, laced with lust and sin and she visibly shivered. "To have my way with you. I've seen how the others look at you. I see how you've ignored them. Can you tell me why that is?," he asked, hoping he knew the answer.
She sat forward a bit and a dangerous smirk danced on her lips. He knew he was completely ruined. She completely ruined him and the next thing that came out of her beautiful mouth sealed his fate.
