Her Conquest

4. Tension

“Yes, Chase?” she asks, her voice barely over a whisper. “How about an early dinner? Catch up some more. I’d love to hear more about what’s happened over the years.” Oh my god! I can’t believe he wants to have dinner with me. I shouldn’t, I mean he’s my boss. This is a conflict of interest right, but God look at him! He’s gorgeous, but I shouldn’t. As the argument continues in her head, her brain forms the words for her and before she can stop them from flying out of her mouth, “I’d love to go to dinner, but I’d like to freshen up first if that's ok?” She is surprised at herself at how well she hid the excitement in her voice. “Is there a restroom I can use?” Chase gives a small smile, Wait is he relieved? Did he honestly think I wouldn’t want to have dinner with him? “You can use the en suite bathroom if you’d like.” as he gestures towards the personal bathroom. “Thank you. I’ll only be a moment,” she replies trying to stifle her excitement. As soon as the door closes, she breaks out in a silly happy dance. Grateful to celebrate in privacy she moves to the sink to splash some cool water on her face. Ok Jameson, pull yourself together! She tells herself as she stares at her reflection in the mirror. She reapplies her lipstick, dabbing away the excess. She rifles through her purse willing herself to find some other cosmetic for her to freshen her look up. Finding her mascara and eyeliner she makes quick work applying it. Grabbing her favorite perfume from her bag she gives a light spritz to her wrists then to her neck. Ok, here goes nothing.

She steps out, “Alright, I’m ready,” she says shyly. “Great. I know just the place.” He motions towards the door following in behind her as they make their way to the elevators. Arriving at the bank of elevators, she presses the call button and can feel him standing behind her. Thanking herself internally that she had her essentials with her to freshen up with, she gives a small smile and bites her bottom lip between her teeth. They step in, heading for their destination and upon the elevator doors closing, the air seems to electrify tenfold. She steals a glance at Chase only to catch him taking her in with hooded eyes. Her breath hitches a little and hopes he didn’t hear her. He steps closer to her and her back hits the elevator wall. Holy hell its stifling in here. “You seem to have a—” he motions her shoulder pointing out a loose string still attached to her blouse. “Here allow me,” he whispers as he bends his head taking the string in his teeth snapping it off. “There,” his voice sounding husky, “got it.” They lock eyes for the briefest of moments and then the elevator doors slide open. The cool air rushing in is the wake-up call Laura needed before she threw herself on him right there in the elevator. “Thanks,” she mumbles calmly. Her panties told a different story however as they were now drenched from her arousal.

“After you Laura,” he gestures towards the open doors. Finding her center of balance again so as to not trip from her current predicament, she steps out walking across the lobby to the large glass doors. A black town car is waiting by the curb with an older gentleman standing by the door. His salt and pepper hair reminds her of her fathers. He has a slight stubble and sharp jaw line. His hair cut is crisp and neat like one you would see with someone that has previous military experience. He flashes a pleasant smile, “Good Evening Sir.” He opens the door and nods at Laura, “Miss. The introductory meeting went smoothly I presume, Mr. Marshall?” The driver glances at Laura then back to Chase giving a small smile. “Yes, just fine, Brian. Laura this is Brian Harris. He’s my driver, but most of all he’s one of my closest friends.” Brian extends his hand towards Laura as she accepts shaking it. “Laura Jameson,” she responds to his introduction. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. So where to this evening, sir?” “I’m thinking Chaise Delachaise,” he tells his driver. “Oh, wonderful choice. If you haven’t been Miss Jameson, you are in for a treat,” as he gestures for her to slide in. “Thank you, Mr. Harris,” she responds tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Please call me Brian, ma’am.” Chase slides in beside her and the proximity is mouth watering to Laura. As their thighs touch she feels her lower belly constrict with want and desire again.

Brian shuts the door making his way to the driver’s seat taking them to the restaurant Chase instructed. As the car pulls off, silence fills the small space and the s****l tension makes it even worse. Laura glances at Chase and sees him messing and pulling at his tie. Good I hope he’s just as uncomfortable as me. This tension is killer! “So, 15 years,” she says apprehensively trying to diffuse the current pulsing through the air. “It has been a while hasn’t it? Are you trying to make me feel older than I already feel?”, he chuckles lightly. Quietly laughing to herself, “That does make us sound like some old fogey’s, huh?” She starts to mess with the hem on her skirt trying to find something else to talk about so as to keep her thoughts PG rated. “You really haven’t changed a bit, Laura,” Chase says in a hushed tone. “How do you mean? You never talked to me, so how can you remember me from that long ago?”, she asks in a puzzled tone. Chase looks out the window lost in thought. When he brings his gaze to meet hers, she sees a hint of pain behind those grey orbs that she easily gets lost in. He flashes her a kind smile, “Let’s just say I was very observant during my teenage years. My life behind closed doors left no room for friends so I was left to watch from a distance.” The pain she swore she had seen there is gone, and is now replaced with what looks like admiration. Drowning in his eyes once more, she doesn’t realize how close he is to her. His minty breath fanning across her face. “Besides, my current view is exponentially outweighing my lonely past” His voice husky, a few painful inches from her lips. “We’ve arrived, Sir.”, Brian calls from the driver’s seat. Before anything can happen, the car comes to a stop. He straightens a bit moving away from her orbit, “Well, shall we?” She swallows her stomach back down from being lodged in her throat and lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Yes, please.” He opens the door extending his hand to help her from the car. When she takes his hand, sparks shoot through her palm, traveling up her arm only to pool deliciously in lower belly. He weaves her hand through his arm resting it in the crook of his elbow walking them towards the quaint little bistro. Oh boy, I’m in big trouble, was all she could think to herself.