White Lies

Take a Bite, My Dear...

Hunter pushes on the side arm of the wing back chair, twisting his body around to meet his brother's assistant. He's heard about this "lovely girl" as Marianne has often described her, and her efficiency and effectiveness in the office. Hunter has seen the types of girls Jason previously hired and Marianne thought lovely. What he has pictured before is a geeky chick in dowdy clothing, with thick glasses and unkempt hair. Not that Hunter is judgmental. Geeky girls often have great underlying personalities. Geeky girls are smart. Geeky girls can be sexy with the right man. Red was once dubbed geeky, his subconscious reminds him.

The world doesn't tilt for Hunter, but when he sees the lovely Blanche, he swears an earthquake has just hit the city. For what stands in front of him is none other than the effervescent nymph that has swooped down many weeks ago and has graced his dreams and thoughts since, if he admits to such things happening to him. His small, polite smile turns into a full on heart-breaking, panty-dropping assault.

Hunter stands abruptly, almost knocking the large chair back, and steps forward.

"Bee--"

"Blanche, hi, my name is Blanche." Her hand shoots towards him, stiff and staid. Her eyes dart from him to his brother, then back to him again.

Two can play that game. Hunter takes the proffered hand, small and soft compared to his large, callused paw. She's in front of her boss, he gets it. She remembers him, no doubt about it, judging by how shallow she breathes, how clammy her hand is, and how fiery her eyes are as they gaze upon each other.

"Pleasure to meet you, Blanche." He lets his tongue massage her name.

He smirks knowingly as she swallows her anxiousness, and tugs her hand back. "Would you like some coffee or water?" The offer isn't for Hunter but for his brother.

"We're going out for lunch, just waiting on Marianne, but I could use some chamomile tea. My stomach is a bit queasy. I hope I didn't I catch a bug from the gym," Jason voices out from behind Hunter.

Blanche squeaks an "okay", glances back at him and turns around to do his brother's bidding.

"I'd like something." His voice makes her stop, but she doesn't turn. "Something hot and sweet." Oozing innuendos is something he has perfected over the years.

Slowly, she angles her body to face him, nervously clutching at the fabric over her abdomen. Oh, she is affected alright, Hunter delights at the thought.

"Coffee with lots of sugar?" Bee, sweet Bee, doesn't let her voice betray her.

"A shot of cream, and a teaspoon of honey, from a bee," he teases, and regards her as she widens her eyes and lets her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip.

She nods and walks away.

Hunter recalls the sweetness of her essence, the taste of her kiss, and the heat and passion that has outpoured from the delicate nymph. He remembers how she's had her pinned against the wall, and writhing under him on his sofa and his bed.

"Don't even think about it." Jason's warning broke his ministrations.

Hunter turns to his brother, after schooling his face into something more serious. "What?"

Jason straightens at his chair and places a pen on his desk. "You know what. Blanche is a nice girl, and she works hard. I don't want you clouding her with your magnanimous presence."

"Magnanimous?"

"You know what I mean." Jason waves his hand, his countenance sober. "Stay away from that girl. I mean it."

Too late, brother, he thinks as he smirks at his sibling. Hunter turns away and walks towards the door.

"Hold it. Where are you going?" Jason calls from behind.