"Her back was pushed up against the wall, the strength of that mortared brick at her back no match for the strong battle hardened body of the man who had her pinned there. His questing fingers starting at the delicate round softness of her shoulders before traveling further south, his rough, calloused hands a stark contrast to the alabaster smoothness of her tender soft flesh. Her breasts were crushed against the hardened expanse of his chest, the tender touches belying the fierce warrior of a male in whose arms she was entangled.
Her breath hitched in her throat as those deliciously rough hands gently cupped one breast and then the other through the thin material of her silk shirt, the delicate weight fitting perfectly into each palm. His thumbs quickly found the taut nipples and began to a slow circling stroke before flicking each rosy bud and beginning the cycle over again until she was moaning for more. She wanted oh so much more and he was so willing to give her just that. Just when she thought she would explode from the exquisite torture, his hands started to move again, still lower, stroking the soft flesh of her sides, grabing her hips and pushing his forward to prove just how much he wanted her. The evidence pressed against the flesh of her lower belly?"
A knock on the Inn door startled her out of her concentrated thoughts, the rapid clicking of the keys on her computer halting until there was silence in the room as she looked up over the top of her laptop to the door. One eyebrow raised in the following few seconds of silence as she tilted her head to the side, waiting to see if the knock that interrupted her had actually happened or if it was her brain begging for a break. She had been hammering away at the keys of her Mac for almost three hours straight, the only breaks taken when her bladder gave protest from all of the coffee she kept consuming but even then, laptops were portable.
The second knock echoed through the now silent room and she grabbed her coffee cup and drained the last couple of stone cold swallows left at the bottom before hopping up off of her chair. Shuffling her bare feet as she headed to the door, she was still in her pajamas despite the fact that it was well past two in the afternoon. Lifting up on her tiptoes, a few stray hairs that had escaped the makeshift bun on top of head held there by a pencil stuck through the middle of it, she blew them aside to look through the peephole. Even through the distorted magnified image of the person on the other side he was unmistakable. Her editor had decided to show up at her door in person since his last four voicemails and who knew how many emails and texts had gone unanswered for the last few days.
She shrunk back down to the flat of her feet and pursed her lips, leaning against the door she crouched as if to hide from him even though she knew the peephole really only worked to see out of, no into a room. She closed her eyes and went very still, hoping he would give up and just go away.
"I know you are in there Jordan, I could hear the drumming of those fingers on the keys echoing all the way down the hall from the elevator. Open up."
She audibly expelled the breath she didn't even know she had been holding as she pressed her forehead to the door. "I'm not decent; you'll have to come back later."
"You forget I've seen all there is to see and your indecency is the reason I signed you. No need to be shy now, it's not in your nature. Jordan' Open. The. Door."
With a grumble she released the chain and deadbolt and stayed hidden behind the door even as she swung it open wide enough for the large man to step through into the messy and sparsely furnished room. He strode through it, his steps purposeful as he came to the center of the room and turned on his heel.
"The sound of your flurried typing has lightened my temper but not overmuch. Where are my pages?"
"They are giving birth as we speak." She closed the door and didn't bother locking it back she would be opening it again soon enough when he left. She turned and leaned against the door, crossing her pajama covered arms over her large chest and leveling him with a stern glare, "How do you expect me to get them to you if you keep interrupting" If it's not a text or phone call or an email, you end up showing up on my doorstep. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were stalking me."
"If you had bothered to answer any of them, I wouldn't have had to come over in person. I am only coming to collect on what was promised to me over a week ago."
Her lips curled into a smirk as she swept her eyes over him from head to toe then back up again. He really was a strikingly handsome man even if he could be ever so annoyingly 'daddy' figure. Her head tilting to the side as she met his gaze, a coquettish glint in those hazel green depths as she chuckled, "If you are here to dole out a delicious punishment for my misbehavior you may stay, but if not then please"and don't take this too personally"bugger off."
"Jordan?"
"Lance?" she mocked his chastising tone as she pushed off from her lean on the door, scrunching her face to exaggerate the countenance of the man glaring at her. She held that stare but he looked away first in an attempt to hide the smile her comical mockery of him had caused and he shook his head. Having won that little stare down she grinned with triumph as she passed by him to grab her empty coffee mug for a refill. The few steps it took for her to cover the small area of the room from her desk to the small coffee pot, she used to her best advantage, the sway of her hips noticeable even through the shapeless pinstriped men's pajamas she was sporting. She knew he was watching and she wanted to get back to work. Whatever it took to get him even tempered and out so she could get back to her book.
His resigned sigh was heard and she threw a coy glance over her shoulder, the dimple in her right cheek visible before she turned her attention back to the doctoring of her coffee, filling it with no less than seven packs of sugar with a splash of French vanilla creamer.
"I can give you three more days to get me the next five chapters. You've already had more time then I've ever given any of my writers and one of them is over seventy and has arthritis in the joints of his hands and can meet deadlines better than you."
She turned to face him, stirring the coffee with a plastic spoon, "Oh don't be such a wanker Lance, it's why I came to this place, I needed a change in scenery and believe me"it is definitely helping my creative process. Have you seen the beastly handsome walking pieces of meat around here" It's enough to turn a celibate nun into wanting to be a red light district call girl. Besides, my hands are always full of breasts or asses or throbbing rods of man flesh"quite a delicate load don't you think" If I work too fast, there could be serious damage dealt. You don't want that on your conscience do you?" Her brows lifted and her eyes widened with mock innocence as she stopped stirring the coffee and shamelessly brought the spoon up, opening her mouth and putting the spoon in, closing her lips around it she started sucking on it as she looked at him.
She could see his Adams apple bob with the hard swallow as his eyes were trained on what her lips were doing to the plastic spoon. His hand came up to pull at his collar, attempting to loosen the tie at his throat. "Jesus Jordan"just get them done. You have three days."
She took the spoon out but held his gaze with a fierceness that had made her previous editors shudder in fear of her. While she was mostly harmless, the majority of the men who had had to work with her ran in fear from her boldness and that gaze. The whispers were spread around that she was a 'dangerous woman' and that she could "pierce you to your soul with her stare". All rubbish really, she just knew what she wanted and just what it would take to get it. It was how she had become so successful.
That piercing gaze unwavering as her lips split into a grin, "As you wish." The purr in her tone sending that Adams apple bobbing again as he cleared his throat and straightened up trying to compose himself.
"Thank you. Good day." And with that he strode to the door and yanked it open, shutting it firmly behind him.
Once the door was shut she rolled her eyes and sighed, mumbling to herself, "Finally?" She bolted and chained the door behind him.
She headed back over to her laptop and sat down, staring at the blinking curser, still right where she left it. She took a small sip of the steaming hot coffee and read over the last paragraph she had managed to write before she had been interrupted then set the mug off to the side. She laced her fingers together and flipped them outward, pushing them out and her knuckles cracked in response. Releasing the grip she wiggled them with anticipation as an indulgent smile pulled at her lips, "Now"Jacqueline, I am so very sorry for that rude interruption, now where were we?" She chuckled to herself, "Ah yes, I was just about to let this brutish but devilishly handsome man get you off.? and with that, her nimble fingers met computer keys and with a flourish the small Inn room was filled with the sounds of her dirty thoughts being put into writing.
