Don't Give Up On Me - Unedited

Chapter 2 -Edited

Her gasp echoed around the room. Her face flushing in embarrassment. Of all the people she could make a fool out of herself in front of, it had to be Aidan Hunter. There was no way to weasel herself out of this situation. His lip twitched trying to hold back a smile at the reaction of the young beauty before him. She was like a deer caught in headlights and it amused him. He usually despised how women took to his good looks. He wasn't conceited though. He hated how women unabashedly threw themselves at him. It was sickening and if there was nothing worse than desperate young women with no class, it was desperate middle aged women with no class. He watched her plump pink lips open and close, no words escaped. He chuckled lightly at her. She flushed a deep red.

"S-s-sorry Sir." Her stuttering was comical to Aidan. Her head lowered to save a sore neck as well as a sore head. It wasn't until her eyes leveled with his crotch that she internally scolded herself.

Aidan took notice of her posture and where her eyes leveled. He mentally thanked God he wasn't sporting an erection. She was in the perfect position, on her knees to relieve him with her mouth. He needed to stop where his thoughts were going, otherwise little Aidan won't be so little for much longer.

Charley felt she was in heaven. He stood tall, masculine, emanating power. His naturally tanned skin was clean shaven, his eyes as green emeralds with dark wispy lashes. A straight nose and broad slightly chapped lips. Black as ink short hair lay thick on his head. He was most definitely the epitome of tall, dark and handsome! Adonis hasn't got a patch on him.

Aidan Hunter bent down. He placed his fore and middle fingers under her chin to close her mouth and raise her head to look at him. She blushed some more at the sight of amusement flickering in his eyes, caught open mouthed staring at him.

"May I ask why you're kneeling on the ground?" His smooth, velvet voice airs.

"Er." Charley stares at his mouth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. She dreams of what that tongue could be of use somewhere else. Answer him already, you fool! "Yes sir, I was just plugging in the fan so the room doesn't become too stuffy during the meeting. You know with how hot it is today." She hopes he doesn't become aware of her rambling. Why couldn't the ground just open up already and swallow her?

"Considerate of you. But I can see you have taken care of that, so do you mind getting to your feet?" If she didn't hurry to feet, he was afraid he would throw her on the table and pound into her.

"Yes sir." She erected herself as gracefully as she could. Her head bowed to avoid eye contact. If the word around the office was anything to go by she didn't dare look him head on.

"What is your name?" He placed his hands in his pocket to stop himself from reaching out and kissing her.

"Ch-Charley Scott, Sir."

"Please call me Aidan, Charley. Or Mr Hunter if it makes you more comfortable."

Was he asking or requesting? "Yes sir. I mean Mr Hunter." Round three you idiot!

"Are you new here Mrs Scott?" His gaze is unnerving.

"No Mr Hunter, I've been employed here for the past four years. It's Miss not Mrs sir, but please call me Charley." She prided herself on how confident she sounded.

They were interrupted with gatherers coming in for the meeting. His head turned to the unwelcomed intrusion and Charley took it as an opportunity to flee. She ambulated from the meeting room back to the confinement of her desk. Sitting safely at her desk felt better than home at the moment. Work could occupy her fleeting thoughts of the fantasies her hormones were creating. Home couldn't. Fuck your imagination, hormones can do it all for you.