Personal assistant

Frustrated

All music, all time, all noise seemed to stop. It was background to me, I was watching her and her only. She wore a tight white vest with a black shirt over top, loosely slung on her incredible form. Sofia's expression was satirical, as if she was thinking; really, her? She tucked her hands into her black trouser pockets, and crossed one stiletto in front of the other as she surveyed the scene in front of her.

My breathing rate ever increased as I remembered my idiotic decision to wear her dress, ignoring Evan's attempts to pull my vision away. Miss Bardot looked ravenous - or maybe furious? I'd never seen her so unhinged, emotions unreadable. She retreated towards a door behind her, pushing it open lightly, not breaking eye contact once. I knew she wanted me to follow her, and suddenly something in my head clicked. 

This was what I wanted. 

What was I fucking waiting for? Dropping Evan's hand, I advanced towards the stunning, raven haired woman, alcohol finally starting to have an effect on my coordination as I tried to level out the swaying doorframe. Shit, I was a little drunker than I thought, I stumbled slightly when advancing through after her. I found myself in a dimly lit corridor, and noticed one door at the end with a familiar nameplate. 

'Miss. S. Bardot.' 

I gulped hard, a rogue tingle running down the length of my spine. I sped up, determined to get to her. The walkway was dark and plush looking, saturated with rich rouge.  I grasped the handle at the end, turning it. Heat rose in my chest as I saw her sat behind a desk similar to the one at the Beaumont, this desk was just... darker somehow. The parallel between then and now hit me in the chest like a ton of bricks, the nerves I were subject to couldn't be chalked up to first day jitters anymore, this time, they were something much more profound. Muffled bass and merry chatter snuck through the cracks in the door, now sealed shut behind me. Finally, I was feeling surges of confidence from my earlier vodka intoxication, and ran my tongue over my teeth in an enticing way.

"Come here then," she husked softly, and motioned with her finger.

Fuck.

I was like a bee to a honeypot, but my newfound  immense levels of confidence led me to ignore the chair and instead place myself on the desk directly in front of her. Was I in trouble? And if so what would she do to me? Silence followed, but it wasn't awkward, the ardour and passion between us was too intense. 

"So that girl, huh?" She glanced at me accusingly but I knew she was just joking. 

"Spur of the moment," I replied cheekily, my voice steady despite my simmering insides.

"You did seem to be having fun," she mused in a breathy tone, and I held eye contact with ease. Her pupils became wider, practically as an attempt to take more of me in, and her scent roused me. It was different. There was still vanilla, but also something heavy and berry scented, she flavoured the air with it. 

I wondered what she tasted like.

Casually, I moved my foot to graze her leg faintly, and I could tell she wasn't expecting me to behave so audaciously by the way she inhaled deeply and delicately in response. I traced my foot round to her inner thigh, and noticed how quickly her breathing became heightened by arousal. She was looking upon me with wonder, and her expression dared me to keep going just to see what would happen, so I bit my lip tracing up and up her thigh until... 

She grasped my foot firmly, making me jump. She used the back of her hand to bat away my advancing shoe and stood up so, so close to me. My eyelashes fluttered coquettishly as I looked up at her.