Elizabeth's Consultant (Closed)

[lonelycollegegirl]

Elizabeth grew even more fond of the man as he paid the bill without question, not even giving Elizabeth the chance to protest, not that she would have. She may have seen herself as an independent woman, but she saw nothing wrong with a man paying for a meal. Especially after the connection that they'd just been building the entire time. She knew she was making the right decision in accepting his invitation to dinner. Rather, their date, Michael had said with a wink, causing her to blush.

Like a gentleman he replaced her chair and allowed her to walk ahead of him as they walked out of the cafe. She did however pause, allowing him to open the door for her. Whoever said chivalry was dead? she thought to herself.

As they walked back to the office they made small talk, and Michael continued pointing things out about the city she'd never noticed before. As many times as she'd taken this walk, there were things that hadn't caught her attention, and as Michael pointed them out she became excited, falling even more in love with the city she called her home.

After passing a sporting goods store and giggling from an inappropriate comment Michael had made, it began to downpour without so much as a warning droplet. Instinctively Elizabeth grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him under a small overhang next to the family owned flower shop she often stopped into. She looked down at herself and laughed with the innocence of a child as she realized how drenched she was from only those few seconds in the rain. The confused look on Michael's face only made her giggle more. As if she had a solution for the rain?

"Well, I guess we can just stand here and wait it out?" she suggested.The overhang was just wide enough to shelter one body, preventing them from standing next to each other. It was however long enough, so that they could stand facing each other, with her back against the brick wall, and Michael's to the rain. She could tell he was still getting wet, so she scooted back as far as she could, pulling him towards her.

"Come on Michael, there's no need for you to still be getting wet," she smiled as he took a step towards her. She'd realized she was still holding Michael's hand, and pulled it away to brush her hair from her face. The two of them were standing extremely close now, their bodies only inches apart. She was sure that he could feel her heavy breathing on his neck, the result of both running to seek shelter and the excitement from their closeness.

 

[Mythil]

"Come on Michael, there's no need for you to still be getting wet," she pulled him closer as a smile played on her pretty lips.

Her touch made the hair on his arms stand up and her clear blue eyes sparkled with interest as the smile on her face only got larger when he stepped in close. He could feel the freshness of her warm breath on his skin and the effect on him was both intense and vexing. He should have been more in control of himself than this.

They were standing so close that he felt the heat radiating off her body. She had to tilt her head upwards to face him and squeezed into the confined space, their lips were again mere inches apart, close enough for him to just lean down and press his lips against hers. From the intensity of her gaze, he was almost certain that she would give in had he done so. He imagined what it would feel like to force her body against the building, retrain her arms against her sides, and crush his lips down onto hers. To feel her lips part for him as his tongue insisted on entry, to slip his tongue into her compliantly waiting mouth, to explore everything she had to offer as she whimpered into his mouth.

He had to shake his head to clear the fog of lust that was starting to cloud his judgment and stand up straight so their faces wouldn’t be so provocatively close.

He looked back into the clouds and smiled his thanks at mother nature, “It doesn’t look like this rain is going to let up anytime soon, much less stop. We’re not going to be able to wait it out.”

Turning back towards Elizabeth, he surveyed her designer skirt suit and eyed the dainty heels on her bright red pumps. The stray lock of hair had come loose again and he quickly tucked it back with a smile and a wink.

“And it doesn’t seem like a good idea for you to run in those heels.”

He removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around her. “No guts no glory,” he thought to himself and easily scooped her lithe body into his arms, turning his ear in pain as she let out a high pitched squeal of surprise. Without another word he sprinted the last two blocks back to the office building, reveling in having her supple curves pressed so closely against his body as she hung on. The warmth from her body was exhilarating. He effortlessly covered the distance without even breathing very hard and quickly dashed inside the building. He regrettably had to let go and set her back down onto her feet. The rain had turned her auburn hair dark as he stood there looking at her. Running his fingers through his hair to wring out the excess water and brushing rain from his shirt, he schooled his features and waited for her reaction.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Before she had a chance to object, Michael had tossed his coat over her shoulders. She smiled to herself, pleased that he was in fact a perfect gentlemen. Standing there for that moment with his jacket around her she inhaled his scent. It was extremely arousing to her; a mix of cologne and just a natural manly scent. She shuttered as a chill went through her body and she wasn't sure if it was a result of the cold, or of her arousal.

In an instant she was swept from her feet and she felt Michael's arms around her. It took her a moment to process what was happening as she sprinted down the street to the office. She let out a high pitch squeal of surprise as he lifted her, and couldn't control her giggling as he rain through the rain. His arms were wrapped right around her, and she felt safe.

She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his neck to shield it from the rain and to take it yet more of his arousing smell. She had to stop herself from opening her mouth and tasting his skin, imagining how her lips would feel against his neck. She pushed the thought from her mind, trying to keep herself from getting too aroused. She knew that if she didn't clear her mind of these thoughts, it would take only seconds before Michael would be able to smell her arousal.

When they reached the office building and Michael placecd her back on her feet, she still couldn't stop laughing. Being around Michael made her feel like a lovesick teenager. She'd been so focused on work lately, she couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed so hard. It seemed that Michael dropped in at the perfect moment in her life, and she was enjoying their time together. He made her feel less 'businessy' and more 'fun.' She needed more fun.

"Oh Michael," she said between laughs, "I can say that as many times as I've taken that walk, not once have I been carried back to the office," she laughed, smiling ear to ear. She wiped the water from her face as she watched him wring the water from his hair.

"You've definitely surprised me today Mr. Fairchild... in more ways than one," she said with a grin as she ran her fingers through her damp hair. "I've quite enjoyed our afternoon together," she said with less confidence than she'd hoped. She couldn't stop herself from blushing and lokoing away as she said it.

It was weird with him. One minute she felt like the most confident girl in the world; like she could flirt with him and make snide remarks and that he'd love it. And then, she felt shy and embarrassed to say anything in fear that he would reject her. It was the most odd balance of emotion she'd ever felt around a man but hell, she wasn't complaining at all.

 

[Mythil]

He reached out to retrieve his suit jacket from around her.

"Oh Michael," she said between laughs, "I can say that as many times as I've taken that walk, not once have I been carried back to the office."

Before he responded, he noticed how she was looking at him in a different manner than before. Her pale blue eyes seemed to shine brighter. Framed by the longest lashes he had ever seen, they had a glimmer that he hadn't detected before.

"You've definitely surprised me today Mr. Fairchild... in more ways than one, I've quite enjoyed our afternoon together.”

Relieved that she had reacted positively to his grabbing her without permission, he couldn’t resist teasing her momentary lapse back into formality.

“So we’re back to Mr. Fairchild and Miss Montgomery now, are we?” His face took on a forlorn look and his shoulders slumped as his body adopted a defeated posture.

Glancing up to see the shock and panic stricken look in her eyes, he quickly flashed her a bright smile to indicate that his response was merely in jest.

“Come on, let’s get back up to the office so we can finish out the day. I am very much looking forward to tonight – I have a really hot date and I can’t go meet her if you keep me here all evening.”

The way she blushed and looked away was absolutely adorable. As he led them towards the bank of elevators, he shook his head and laughed to himself, unable to fathom how she could be as shy as she was. Someone with her looks and intelligence should have been much more confident and comfortable in the relationship arena than she currently was.

Jenkins was waiting for them when they got back to Elizabeth’s office, eager to reconvene so he could push for a wrap-up of the evaluation. He was impatient for the sham of a consultation to end so he could push forward with his plans to start selling off the company assets. Michael was taken aback at his utter disregard to protocol, Jenkins was no longer even interested in maintain the illusion that he was considering anything other than the sale. His opinion of the man went from bad to worse as he watched Jenkins practically ignore his recommendation for a deeper look; he barely even maintained eye contact as Michael spoke, opting instead to uses his eyes to mentally undress the pretty young executive sitting in front of him.

Waving his hand absent mindedly at them, obviously not hearing a word Michael had been saying, stilling leering at Elizabeth as her slightly damp clothes hugged her body, Jenkins condescendingly stated, “You’ve done a great job Michael, I think you can have this wrapped up by the end of the week and we can present the board with our plans to dissolve the company.”

He couldn’t stand it anymore, “Mr. Jenkins, it doesn’t really matter what you think, I’m going to present a supply chain reorganization plan to the board and show them there is much more money to be made, not to mention a much more responsible course of action to keep the company intact rather than offer parts of it up for bid. Now if you’ll excuse us, Elizabeth and I have a lot more work to do.”

Jenkins was stunned at Michael’s outburst, he sat there opening and closing his mouth without any sounds coming out. His mental facilities finally caught up with himself and his face twisted in outrage, directing his anger at Elizabeth.

“What have you done? What lies have you been telling him to convince him to go along with your futile plans? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you display yourself…”

“Hey! Leave her out of this; she didn’t convince me of anything. Any dope with half a brain and even a modicum of business savvy can recognize the value of the T&Z brand --” Michael was about to launch into his own tirade but a sharp pleading look from Elizabeth convinced him to hold his tongue. He had forgotten this was her area of expertise; she hadn’t gotten to where she was by being a pushover when it came to interoffice power struggles. As much as he wanted to protect her and come to her rescue, he had to trust in her strength to do what she was good at. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, steepleing the fingers on his hand as he observed the dangerously calm gaze that Elizabeth leveled on the man, her supposed superior. She was back in her element, the efficient confidence in movement and manner were back. Michael stared in wide eyed fascination, anticipating the quiet storm that she was about to unleash.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

“Come on, let’s get back up to the office so we can finish out the day. I am very much looking forward to tonight – I have a really hot date and I can’t go meet her if you keep me here all evening.”


She couldn't help but blush and let out a small laugh as she made her way to the elevators, eager to get to work on saving her company. Thank god Michael wanted to help her because it would have really sucked to want to sleep with someone who was going to ruin her career. She noticed him let out a small laugh, showing off the boyish dimples that added to his charm, and she couldn't help but smile back at him as the elevator dinged on each floor.

She hated to admit it, but her stomach was in knots as they approached Jenkins. She knew that Michael had a wonderful plan, but she wasn't ready for the reaction that Jenkins was going to have. She listened intently as Michael explained his findings, but Jenkins paid no attention. Just like every day in the office he was too busy staring at her like a perv, probably thinking every disgusting thing in the books. She folded her arms across her chest at the thought, and continued to focus on Michael.

Jenkins of course didn't agree, and Michael pretty much told him he was shit out of luck. She had to fight back a smile at the look on Jenkins face when Michael said he was going to present this to the board. She was thoroughly enjoying Jenkins disappointment and shock. She did not however enjoy when he began scolding her.

Her heart skipped a beat as Michael defended her; but she didn't need him too. (There goes her stupid ultra feminist side again). Her eyes widened at Michael, and when he look at her she mouthed "it's okay," to him, giving him a pleading glance to calm down. She waited a moment, and as he leaned back in his chair she cleared her throat, turning to Jenkins.

"Mr. Jenkins, I do believe that you were the one who hired Mr. Fairchild because he was the 'best'" she said, adding air quotes with her fingers. "Now, you cannot tell me that that opinion has changed simply because your plans to rip apart my company are going to be put to rest. I suggest you allow Mr. Fairchild to do the job you hired him to do and stop accusing me of persuading his decision. You said for yourself that I 'know nothing about business'" she said, turning to Michael and giving him a small wink.

She walked around to the other side of the desk, now standing next to the seated Jenkins, making her tower over the short man even more. "I also suggest that you no longer ogle me like I am some thing around the office for your viewing pleasure. When this is said and done, I plan on taking this company from you; and I doubt you want to make enemies with your future employer," she said, giving him a sarcastic smile. Elizabeth had no idea if this plan would work or if she'd actually be able to own the company, but it was worth a shot. And by the look on Jenkins face, he was believing every word.

"Now that that's settled," she said, turning to walk away from him, "Michael and I have some work to do. We'll be in my office if you need anything, but I'm sure you'll be able to fend for yourself. Good day Mr. Jenkins," she said matter of factly as she nodded her head, gesturing Michael to follow her to the office.

She'd hoped her performance hadn't scared him off. Her abrasiveness in the office and her independence often intimidated men, and she prayed that Michael wasn't one of those.

 

[Mythil]

Michael had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the way Jenkins was getting taken apart - the finality and confidence with which she stated she would soon own the man suggested that she was not a person to be trifled with. The look on the man’s face was priceless when Elizabeth called him out for his wandering eyes. Despite her relatively small stature, she seemed to tower over him as he sat there looking as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. As amusing as it was to see Jenkins finally knocked down a peg or two, Michael knew there would be repercussions down the line. He was going to hear it from his bosses who were for some reason friends with this guy.

Jenkins avoided eye contact with him as Michael left the office with his new favorite person. Schooling his features, he had to fight hard to resist the urge to grab Elizabeth and spin her around to congratulate her for a dazzling performance. He settled for a secret smile shared between the two and a whispered, “I bet that felt great…”

He couldn’t help but grin at her eyes still burning with the intensity of what she had just done. They eventually got to her office and sequestered themselves away from the rest of the staff to figure out how to get Elizabeth her company back. She was fully animated now, off the high of telling off the creep and excited that she was going to be able to figure a way out of her predicament. He had to admire the passion and zeal she showed for her work, how quickly she grasped all the suggestions he was making, the confidence she showed in pushing forward in laying out their plan of attack. Gone was the little girl who was uncertain of her own desires, securely locked behind a hyper efficient professional demeanor.

Safely tucked away in the privacy of her office, Michael wanted to see how fluidly her submissiveness could slip in and out and take control of her personality. Well aware that he had not earned her submission yet, he still wanted to see how deeply ingrained her desires were. He decided it was time for a break and stopped talking to just sit back in his chair and observe her as she continued on for a couple of minutes before she became aware of his close scrutiny of her.

“I just thought we could use a little break. My mind was wandering, thinking of the date I told you about earlier. She really is an absolutely fascinating woman.”

Her hair, still damp from the rain, was no longer perfectly done as it had been earlier in the day. The errant strand had come loose again. He was tempted to tuck it back in place again but felt it wise to refrain consider they were still in the office.

“Where do you think I should take her tonight?”

Finding themselves in such close quarters, he was again intoxicated by her feminine scent. It was becoming hard to control himself around this woman, though he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He thought he detected a hint of a smile beginning to form on her lips – though she held it in check.

“Smile for me.”

It was a direct and simple if somewhat unusual command given the nature of their relationship – or lack thereof.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Michael's whisper sent chills through her body, but she let out a small giggle, trying to mask how amazing it felt to put Jenkins in his place.

"Better than you can imagine," she said back in a low voice, leaning in close si he could hear. Also because she wanted to get another whiff of his cologne, which now mixed with the scent of the rain was overly intoxicating. She kept the huge smile on her face as they made their way ti her office to continue working. With a sudden boost of energy she gained from the high of telling Jenkins how it is, she worked quickly though the loads of paperwork on her desk.

While she was working, she couldn't stop wondering what had given her the kahunas to speak to Jenkins the way that she did. Granted, Elizabeth always felt confident in anything dealing with work, but she'd never spoken to a superior in that way, no matter how much of an azz they were. She then glanced up and snuck a peek at Michael fumbling with some paper. He looked so focused; one brow creased while his mouth twisted into an almost frown, but not one of sadness. She smiled and returned to her Work.

Maybe it was Michael who gave her that confidence. Despite knowing him not even more thN a day, she felt a strong pull towards him. It'd been so long since someone actually believed in her, and it felt great. Maybe ghats why she finally decided to speak her mind to Jenkins.

Elizabeth blushed as Michael spoke of his hot date, and she fought back a smile. "Hmm, good question. I doubt she's too picky, I'm sure she'd be happy with wherever you decide, " she joked, playing along with him. There was a pause, and then...

"Smile for me." Three words had never caused her a sensation like this before. His tone and the way he instructed her to do this one simple task.had butterflies in ber stomach. Of course she couldn't not smile, and without over analyzing it she smiled a cute, sexy smile ss she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

 

[Mythil]

Michael was ecstatic when Elizabeth broke out her full wattage smile for him. He knew it had been a trivial request but the simple fact that she responded almost automatically when his voice took on a forceful tenor had his head swimming in possibilities. Rather than being put off by the out of place command, she seemed to have reveled in it. Not only that, she seemed to have momentarily slipped back into her docile personality. He wasn’t sure how he could tell, just something about the way she tentatively tucked her loose hair behind her ears, the change in the way she was sitting, her body language, the deep pools of soft blue that seemed to be deferentially waiting for his next move. He marveled at how smoothly she was able to transition between an intimidating, no-nonsense take charge executive and a submissive, heart achingly feminine little girl. Despite that, it was disconcerting how this new personality of hers had him so ridiculously turned on.

Her face aglow with the smile, she seemed to be open and waiting to see if he had more instructions before her more forceful persona resumed control. He knew he only had a small window of opportunity left before she reverted to her other self. He desperately wanted to find an excuse to lean in closer; he wanted so much to touch her in some way, to feel her presence closer than they already were, to breathe in that intoxicating feminine scent that he had grown quite fond of. Just then, her assistant knocked on the door and in an instant she was back to being the savvy business woman again. Michael sat there waiting while she took care of some business issues raised by her assistant. He was lost in thought, deliberating on where to take her for their date. He wasn’t paying attention to their conversation nor did he even notice the assistant leaving.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

After allowing herself to follow Michael's simple command, she wondered immediately why she had done it. She never allowed a man to tell her what to do, regardless of the task. She couldn't explain the feeling she got when Michael looked at her. She couldn't begin to comprehend the rush she got when he touched her. And now, the desire she had to kiss him, to touch him was overpowering; it's all she could think about. He brought out her .... her side that she didn't like to show. She swore never to let it out again, but for some reason she couldn't stop it from happening.

The moment lingered for a moment before they were interrupted by Elizabeth's assistant. She snapped back to her professional manner, rising to meet her assistant at the door.

"Excuse me Miss Montgomery, I'm sorry to interrupt but there's a call on line one for you, it's one of the vendors..."

"Hold my calls Amy. Tell them we're working on a new structure for the company and I will be in touch within the week. Tell them to continue production as per normal until they hear otherwise." She gave the girl, who was not much younger than herself, a bright smile, thanking her as she walked away.

"Well Mr. Fairchild, I do suggest we call it a day," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder as she looked at his work. "We've gotten quite a bit done, and didn't you mention you had a hot date tonight?" she smiled to herself as she walked around her desk to gather her things.

"It's been a pleasure working with you today Michael, and I'm very grateful to you for believing in our company. I'm very excited to continue our work together." She smiled at him once more as she put on her coat. But it wasn't the same sort of smile as before. This time there was confidence behind that smile, self-assurance. It wasn't the nervous, little girl smile she had before. She was proud of that.

As she started to walk from her office, she pressed her lips against his ear, and whispered, "I'll see you tonight." She smiled against his skin and pulled away. "And by the way, I like anything Italian," she tossed back as she left the office, proud of herself for the confidence she spoke with.

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(later that night)

Elizabeth has spent the entire evening trying to find something to wear. She must've tried on at least five different dresses, searching for one that said sexy, but didn't draw too much attention. Not to mention she had no idea where they were going, so she didn't want to look like an idiot.

She finally decided on a simple black dress, she couldn't go wrong with that right? It hugged her body in all of the right places, and accentuated her curves perfectly. She wore her hair down, and the curls framed her face beautifully. She added a pair of red heels, which gave the outfit the touch it needed. She never questioned her fashion sense; working for a clothing company helped her in that department quite a bit.

To her dismay, she was very nervous. She didn't like the butterflies she had in her stomach or the quickness of her breath when she heard her phone ring.

 

[Mythil]

Returning to his hotel room, Michael turned on the TV for background noise as a million thoughts were going through his head. Were his motives as pure as he thought them to be, or did he harbor some hidden desire? After pacing around his room for some time, he finally convinced himself that he hadn't embarked on a premeditated scheme to entrap the beautiful young executive – he really wanted to help her, to help all the employees at her company.
Eventually he called down to concierge and had them make reservations for him at the hottest new Italian restaurant in town. Because of the storm it was getting darker earlier than usual and as he listened to the distant thunder, the occasional lightening flash casting patterns on the walls. He couldn’t understand why he was anxious, it was just another date; he’d been through this dance countless times before and never felt even the slightest bit of anxiety. Yet, there he was pacing in his room like a nervous schoolboy. She was just another girl, a very intelligent and pretty one, but still, just another girl. Finally shaking his head and telling himself to get a grip, he undressed and headed towards the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help.

Refreshed from the shower and once again thinking straight, he threw together a quick outfit. He hadn’t planned on doing any entertaining so his choices were limited – high end business suits and workout clothes. Damn, he should have stopped by a men’s boutique rather than wasting his time pacing unproductively in his room. Something about this girl threw his usually efficient mind into a tailspin. He settled on one of the darker tailored suits but decided to forego the tie. It would be classy but still casual enough to pair well with however his date decided to dress. From what he had seen of her so far, he had no doubt her outfit would be stylishly polished.

Calling down to have the valet retrieve his rental car he was soon on his way. The GPS directed him towards an expensive residential neighborhood, and driving past a Dean and Deluca, he was struck by a sudden flash of inspiration. If Elizabeth enjoyed Italian, he would show her Italian. It was rather unconventional for a first date, and he hadn’t given her any warning, so he wondered if being so presumptuous would blow up his face.

He called the restaurant to cancel their reservation and pulled a quick U turn into the parking lot of the high end grocer. On his cell phone again, he quickly dialed the number Elizabeth had given him before they had parted for the day.

She answered on the second ring.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

She picked up her phone and when she dsw Michael's name her heart dropped to knees. She felt a pit in her stomach because she knew the reason he was calling so close to their date. He was canceling. She knew it was too good to be true. She'd scared him off with her tirade against Jenkins.

She answered the phone hesitantly, trying to disguise the hurt and disappointment in her voice. At least he has the decency to call, she thought. "Hello?" She answered, knowing she was no good at hiding her tone. She prayed he couldn't hear her heart thumping through the phone as she braced herself for the rejection.

 

[Mythil]

“Hello?”

When he heard her crestfallen voice his heart skipped a beat wondering if something had come up and she was going to tell him she couldn’t make it, and then he mentally kicked himself realizing why see sounded so disappointed. She probably thought he was calling to cancel. He marveled at how someone can put so much emotion into their tone through the simple utterance of a single word.

“Hi Elizabeth, I’m terribly sorry but I had to make a quick stop. I will be 30 minutes late, but I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

Michaael tried communicating how much he was looking forward to their date in his tone alone but didn’t think he was able to convey as much meaning in his voice as she had been able to. At least her acknowledgment had sounded relieved.

“I’ll see you in a bit, hope you like surprises.”

Running into the store he made a mental checklist of all the items he would need, ticking them in his mind as he gathered each one. With his impromptu shopping trip complete, Michael dashed back through the light steady rain to stow away the goodies. He soon found himself driving through a very affluent suburban neighborhood. Being a hip, young, single professional, he had imagined Elizabeth living in an upscale loft somewhere downtown, in the middle of where the activity was. He was pleasantly surprised when he pulled into the driveway of a well maintained craftsman style home. Standing on the porch with his purchases in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other hand hidden behind his back, Michael took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

When the door swung inward he just stand there drinking in the vision demurely tucked behind the door, his eyes widen and his mouth quirks in a smile. She looked so absolutely delectable. He momentarily regretted changing his plans to take her out; she looked too beautiful for a night in. His consolation is that he would have her all to himself for the evening. She had her clutch purse and keys in hand, obviously ready to go. Michael grinned as his date stood there with a confused look on her face, brow arched in curiosity but still smiling brightly.

He brought the flowers out from behind his back, “These are for you, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”

He leaned in to give her a quick peck on her cheek and was once again greeted by her alluring fragrance. A different perfume than what she wore to work, no less appealing, only more… sensual… definitely more sensual. Her perfume may have changed but it was still laced with the undercurrent of her naturally feminine scent. He let out a deep sigh of appreciation before he could stop himself and took a step back before his brain could get any more fogged than it already was. Michael couldn’t believe it, less than thirty seconds with her and he was already having trouble thinking straight.

He walked in through the door purposefully going deeper into the house. Not allowing her an opportunity to question what he was doing. Taking an obvious path towards the kitchen, his back was to her so she couldn’t see his grin of triumph as he mentally cheered that she automatically followed behind him.
Taking in the décor, he smiled in admiration of her exquisite sense of taste, “Elizabeth, you have a lovely home. Did you decorate it yourself?”

Michael led them deeper into her house, behaving as if he naturally had every right to be there, confident that she would not challenge him. He hadn’t given her much choice in the matter up until now and as they entered her kitchen, he set the bags on her granite island countertop. Here was the moment of truth; he turned around to face her with a bright mischievous smile.

“I had reservations for us at Il Cielo, but on the way here I was struck by sudden inspiration and thought it would be much more fun to stay in and make dinner together while we get to know each other better. Why don’t you put the flowers in some water and put on some music while I get settled in and straighten out the ingredients for dinner.”

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Her heart raced when she heard the knock on the door. She smiled as she opened the door, but it twisted to confusion as she noticed the bags in his hand. She looked at him, waiting for an explanation, but all she could focus on way his sexy grin that seemed to be permanently planted on his face. She bet that grin had gotten him a lot of things in the past.

Her smile returned when he handed her the flowers and she took them, admiring their beauty. "Thank you Michael," she said as he kissed her cheek and walked into her home. Heat flooded her face and she was glad her back was to him so he couldn't see the effect he had on her.

She turned to show him to the kitchen, but he'd already made it halfway through her living room. "Come on in .. " she said under her breath as she followed him through her house.

"Actually yes I did, I mean I had quite a bit of help from some home decorating magazines," she said with a smile as he set the bags on her kitchen counter. She was slightly annoyed by his charge-in and assumption that she would want a night in. She had gotten dressed up for a reason; but she did enjoy the idea. Just the fact that he knew she was is what annoyed her.

On the flipside, she was completely intrigued by his confidence; his dominant personality, and she wandered if he brought that dominant personality to bed ... No. She pushed the idea out of her head. She wouldn't allow that fantasy to come back into her mind.

“I had reservations for us at Il Cielo, but on the way here I was struck by sudden inspiration and thought it would be much more fun to stay in and make dinner together while we get to know each other better. Why don’t you put the flowers in some water and put on some music while I get settled in and straighten out the ingredients for dinner.”

She forced a smile across her face. He thinks he can just come in here and order me around huh? She thought to herself. Well he has another thing coming. I'm not going to follow his commands like a dog. I'm not that easy. She smiled smugly to herself and set the flowers on the counter, as an idea came together in her head.

"There are a few vases under the sink, pick whichever you'd like. And the radio's right next to you, underneath the cabinet," she said as she turned to walk away. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable since we'll be staying in tonight." And with that she disappeared down the hall and had to hold in her girlish giggle at her triumph. She was proud of herself for not answering to him. She wished she could have seen the look on his face as she walked away.

She quickly rummaged through her closet to find her favorite pair of skinny jeans. She pulled the low-rise jeans over her black laced boy shorts she was wearing, and admired the way they hugged her hips perfectly in the mirror. She pulled on a blue top that was casual, but still sexy. She decided to leave her hair down, hoping Michael would like it that way. She took a deep breath, pulling herself together and made her way back to the kitchen.

 

[Mythil]

As she spun around and headed off towards her bedroom, Michael couldn’t help but watch and admire her from behind, for the second time that evening, he wondered if he had made a mistake in not taking her out – she looked so good in that dress. The light material of the dress hugged her hips perfectly and hinted at a very shapely butt, one that his eyes stayed glued to until she turned into the hallway.

Her response had put him a little off balance and he knew he had misread the situation. Damn, how could he have been so careless? The mind fogging effect she had on him was causing him to miss the little details that he was so normally good at. She was so used to maintaining her take charge, businesslike, no nonsense persona. Of course he knew from their interactions all day that no one told her what to do, just because he had serendipitously discovered her more feminine, alluringly submissive side didn’t mean that was who she was going to be in reality. He hadn’t given her a reason to show that side of her to him this evening – heck he hadn’t even admitted to himself yet that that was the reason he was so enthralled by her.

“Elizabeth, where do you keep your…..”

When his date made her reappearance he stopped mid-sentence and couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming along the vision that she presented him. His eyes yo-yoed up and down from her pretty face to the swell of her breasts along the tantalizing curves of her hips, all the way down along those long slender legs. He knew from standing next to her she was not that tall, but those jeans made her legs look like they went on forever, and he had no doubt the jeans displayed her ass perfectly. His eyes popped back up again to her breasts- he couldn’t help it - her nipples were slightly visible through the diaphanous material of her top. The material made the top flow easily on her, caressing her body as she glided across the room. He couldn’t believe it he was jealous of a shirt – he wanted to do the caressing. This girl definitely knew how to dress and show off her features to their best advantage. He had to get a grip, he was acting like a love-struck schoolboy, well either that or a clumsy pervert with a bad habit of staring at women’s tits. He cleared his throat and raised his eyes again, taking in her lovely face with her tremendously expressive eyes. Seeing the pleased look on her face, her eyes twinkling in amusement at his reaction, Michael couldn’t help but grin like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Ahem, um, what was I saying? Oh yes, where is th-- wait you changed out of your pretty dress…” Michael allowed his shoulders to drop and hung his head taking on a sad and hurt expression, “I guess I wasn’t worth getting dressed up for after all.”

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

She couldn't stop the sly grin from covering her face. Michael cut his sentence short as he stopped and stared at her. Success, she thought to herself. She was elated to have such a visible reaction from him. She fought the urge to look away as he admired her, but she stayed strong. She kept the confident smile on her face and watched is eyes as they traveled up and down her body. Wowing him with two different outfits in less than an hour would more than qualify as a successful night already.

She cleared her throat to catch his attention, and he quickly snapped his gaze up back to her face. She giggled as he searched for words. She liked the idea of having him speechless. But then the words that did come out made her stomach turn.

“I guess I wasn’t worth getting dressed up for after all.”

Fuck! She cursed herself. That wasn't her intention. The way his shoulders fell and the demure tone in his voice led on that he was disappointed. She hadn't meant for him to take it in that way. Her smile faded and she started to explain herself, but then she stopped. Why did she feel the need to apology for changing her clothes? There she was again slipping into those old habits.

"And I guess I'm not worth being seen with in public," she said back in a sarcastic tone. The look on his face made her laugh, and she walked towards him. "Relax Michael, I'm just joking. Besides, if we're staying in I'd like to be more comfortable. And by the look on your face when I came out, you like this outfit too. Am I wrong?" she said in a playful manner. She ran her hand down his chest as she slid by him, pressing her body against his, purposefully. She loved the way his body felt against hers. She couldn't wait to feel his bare skin ... she cut her thought off. She couldn't jump into things. She'd decided that yes, she did in fact have the desire to sleep with Michael. Although they were working together, she didn't care. Her desire was already too strong and she knew it had to happen. But she wanted it to happen on her terms. She would be flirtatious with him, let him know she was attracted, but she sure as well wouldn't make it easy.

"Now, what is it you were looking for before you got all tongue tied?" she smiled, setting the vase of flowers on the counter to admire them.

 

[Mythil]

"And I guess I'm not worth being seen with in public."

Damn! Another miscalculation - what the heck was going on, they had hit it off so well earlier in the day but now it seemed like he was making one misstep after the other. He was only trying to tease her; he didn’t think she would become mad at him for being sad. Her reaction was unexpected and didn’t fit her character - or at least what he knew of it. The new revelation was actually a turn off for him and he must have not been able to hide the look of shock from his face because the next thing he knew she burst out laughing at him.

“Relax Michael, I’m just joking.”

Damn again! She was good. He couldn’t believe she turned the tables on him that easily. As she squeezed pass him, grazing her hand on his chest, he knew she was still in full tease mode.

He laughed in defeat, “Wow and here I was trying to tease you – you had me going there. I really thought I had upset you. Naughty, naughty girl!”

He grabbed her spun her around and gave you a sharp full forced, open handed swat on her very firm denim clad butt cheek. Oh crap! Where the heck did that come from, it was as if his body were on autopilot, he had slipped back into an old habit of routinely spanking Lindsay, his ex-girlfriend, for misbehaving. He had confused the two women for a brief moment there. He had to admit though; it was wonderful feeling her twitch in his arms as the spank landed. He thought he felt her shiver also but chalked that up wishful thinking.

“I love your new outfit, but was I that obvious, I wasn’t drooling was I?”

He let go of her body but still held onto one of her hands. Raising it high above her head, he used his other hand to twirl a finger around indicating to her that he wanted her to do a pirouette for him so that he can fully appreciate what she had to offer.

“And apparently I’ve forgotten again what I was looking for,” he couldn’t keep the smug smile out of his voice.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Her confidence spiked once again as she realized she had tricked him. She felt so comfortable with him, laughing,joking. It was like they'd known each other for years.

The gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she stared at Michael. Her ass tingled with the aftermath of his slap, and it took every ounce of her will power not to whimper and beg him to do it again. A spank was all she had asked of her last boyfriend, and he thought the idea was absurd. She couldn't let Michael know she enjoyed it. What would he.think of her?

And just like that she was back to the girlish obedience to the man. She shoukdve slapped him back, told him to keep off of her, but she didn't. Instead, without a word she spun around for him, giving him a full look of her.
What did she just do? She just let him command her with a wave of his finger. Not even a word! She cursed herself and pulled her hand loose from his and stepped towards the groceries on the counter. In an attempt to regain the power she had just lost, she started fishing through the bags.

"You like what you see no?" she said, throwing a smile over her shoulder as she pulled something out. "Now get your sexy ass over here and explain to me what this all is." She laughed, hoping he wouldn't be offended by her blunt admission of her attraction to him.

(Sorry short and some typos. At work and on the tablet, not so easy to type )

 

[Mythil]

His jaw dropped when she twirled around in a smooth, fluid motion. Her ass was absolutely perfect, and stretched out like that with her arm high above her head - her body was on full display for him. He was disappointed when she pulled her hand back after her twirl and danced gracefully out of his reach.

“You like what you see, no?”

He still hadn’t recovered when she started rummaging through the groceries and beamed a playful smile at him.

"Now get your sexy ass over here and explain to me what this all is."

“Oh no, I’m not letting this sexy ass anywhere near you after I just spanked you,” he teased, giving her a mischievous wink. “Hey! And get out of there before I give you another spanking for being naughty again!”

He thought he caught a momentary glimmer of lust in her eyes as she registered his threat but it passed too quickly for him to be certain. He pretended to lunge towards her to grab her for another spanking.


((Haha! I'm amused to see that I'm not the only one posting on Lit while at work.))

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

"Get out of there before I give you another spanking for being naughty again!”

His words registered deep within in, causing a piece of her to stir; a piece of her that she swore to herself she'd bury forever. She wasn't going to let him dig it out.

"No Michael!" she shouted playfully with a laugh as she jumped and covered her ass with her hands. She turned just in time so that her bum was against the counter, and they were once again inches apart. She gave a quick smile, and looked away. But only long enough for her to tell herself to keep it together. She quickly snapped her gaze back to Michael, and she stared him straight in the eyes. She tried to keep them playful, but she knew that she couldn't completely hide her lust, her desire for him. If he looked close enough, she knew he would see it. She just prayed he didn't look deep enough to find her other hidden desires.

As she looked in his eyes she longed to kiss him. She glanced at his lips and wondered how he tasted. Then, she wondered how something else of his tasted ... She snapped her eyes back to his for a moment. He was staring at her with such intensity it was hard to look back. Amused at this stare down, she cocked an eyebrow.

"Are we going to stare at each other all night Mr. Fairchild? Or are you going to explain what this surprise is all about?" she asked with a tiny bit of a playful attitude.

 

[Mythil]

In the blink of an eye they were standing there facing each other on the verge of touching. His proximity alone trapped her against the counter. He knew that if she did anything other than take shallow breaths that she would in essence be pressing her body into his. He saw this realization in her eyes; saw the uncertainty, the desire. He was so close. All he had to do was lean in and he would feel her warm supple body against his, all he had to do was lean forward and he could capture those pretty red lips in his. He knew he was starting, but he couldn’t resist.

"Are we going to stare at each other all night Mr. Fairchild? Or are you going to explain what this surprise is all about?"

Her attempt at lightening the mood worked, effectively breaking the hold she had on him. He smiled brightly and gave her a brief peck on the tip of her nose before stepping back out of her personal space.

“You’d better keep that adorable tush of yours hidden away because you now owe my one spanking and I’m gonna keep track. I intend on collecting the first chance I get,” he warned playfully.

“As for dinner, we’re going to have Tutto Mare alla Diavola, that’s just fancy talk for spicy seafood linguini. Dessert is a surprise, which is why I didn’t want you in the bags before I could hide some of the ingredients away,” he said as he secreted a few items away in her refrigerator.

“Stay out of there,” he admonished, noticing that she was a lot more acquiescent of him taking over her kitchen after her earlier spanking - a very interesting fact that he kept turning around in his head.

“Oh I also brought some wine for us. Hopefully you’re not a wine snob as it’s just a simple Moscato d Asti, it’s a white - light, mainly floral notes with a touch of fruitiness. It’s also slightly sweet and slightly bubbly – you’ll love it, which will make it much easier for me to get you intoxicated and take advantage of you,” he couldn’t say the last part with a straight face and broke out in a roguish grin.

“Now if you’ll please help me and put the clams in a bowl and run some cold water over them to clean them off, we can get this interview started. And yes this is an interview; I plan on getting to know as much about you as possible and you can ask me a couple of questions in the meantime also.”

Reaching for the first bottle of wine, he turned to look at her and couldn’t help laughing, seeing as her only response was a wide eye stare and crinkled eyebrows as she adorably chewed on her lower lip.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Elizabeth flushed as Michael's lips briefly touched her nose, and she couldn't help but smile back at him as he showed off those boyish dimples. His mention of owing her a spanking sent a chill across her skin, and she couldn't quite figure out if she liked it or not.

As he scolded her to stay out of the bags she could only laugh at how adorable he was being. She loved being surprised and the fact that Michael was showing such effort made her like him even more. She was already falling hard, and she'd just met the man today. Things like this didn't happen; people didn't just connect like this and hang out and blah blah .. she went on and on in her head trying to find an excuse for why this couldn't possibly be what she thought. But she was sick of making excuses for things. For once she just wanted to go with the flow and not worry about the consequences.

"I actually happen to detest fancy wine. The cheap stuff's always better," she laughed, leaning over him to check out the bottle. "Mmm, Moscato, my favorite, lucky you," she said, giving him a cute wink as she turned back to the bags on the counter.

“Now if you’ll please help me and put the clams in a bowl and run some cold water over them to clean them off, we can get this interview started."

An interview ... wonderful, she thought to herself. This should be fun. Her mind was going a million miles a minute trying to guess what sort of questions Michael would ask her, and what sorts of questions she should ask him. By his sudden outburst of laughter, she assumed her face had shown how flustered she was in trying to analyze the situation.

She caught his gaze quickly, and calmed her racing mind. You can do this Liz. Just keep it cool, keep your confidence. Don't let him turn you into that girl again, she told herself. The look of confidence came back onto her face and she gave him a crooked smile.

"Ask away Mr. Fairchild. There's lots of things you don't know about me," she said in a low voice as she turned her attention to the clams. Why the hell did I just do that! I just practically begged for an interrogation. She took a deep breath as she ran water over the clams, bracing herself for the wave of questions she was about to receive.

 

[Mythil]

Michael grabbed his chest as if in pain, “You wound me, fair lady.” He couldn’t keep up the act and ended up laughing at Elizabeth’s stricken look.

“I said it was simple, I didn’t say anything about it being cheap. I would never dream of feeding you that discount swill from the box. Though I must say, I am very glad to hear you’re not a wine snob. In our wines class at culinary school, the instructor would pretentiously take a sip of wine and describe it with such ridiculousness as, ‘rich and smoky with hints of chocolate and semi weak toasty oak’, I was always like, really, you really got all that from the same thing I’m drinking right now – I just taste alcohol, now give me more.” Michael loved the way she was looking at him as he recounted his story, those large blue eyes were as deep as ever and she made him feel like he was the only person in the world.

“What was worse was most of my classmates ate it all up and a few even tried to emulate him, coming up with equally ridiculous tasting notes. I honestly would much prefer a crisp straightforward taste with clean fresh flavors. And since you like Moscato, it seems like you would tend to agree.” He didn’t understand why it made him so incredibly happy that they had similar tastes.

He turned the bottle of wine around in his hand, “Ah yes, now I remember what I was looking for before that little top of yours there short circuited my brain. Where is your wine opener? Oh and we also need two glasses.”

“By the way, that’s twice you’ve called my Mr. Fairchild so that’s two spankings you’ve earned now. I told you I was keeping track,” leaning in close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her ear, he whispered to her conspiratorially, “Do you think I should collect now or let you build up the number a little higher? You seem to be racking them up pretty fast my naughty little girl.” He took the opportunity to inhale deeply, enjoying her wonderful perfume before pulling back laughing playfully.

Studying her carefully as she went about gathering the items he requested, he asked his first few questions, “So, did you grow up here? Any siblings, parents around?”

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

She was fascinated as she listened to Michael's story. Culinary school? she thought to herself, sexy, smart, and a good cook. How'd I get so lucky? She couldn't help but stare and smile as he spoke with such passion, even about such a minor subject. She could listen to him talk for hours. She enjoyed learning about his past.

"Culinary school? Impressive. Guess that explains all of this," she smiled, gesturing to all of the groceries. "Let me find that bottle opener for you." She knew it wasn't there, but she bent over to look in the cabinet underneath the sink, staying bent over much longer than needed simply to allow Michael to stare, and she knew he was. "Hmm, not there," she said as she stood up and fiddled through the silverware drawer.

“Do you think I should collect now or let you build up the number a little higher? You seem to be racking them up pretty fast my naughty little girl.”

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. The warmth of his breath on her neck sent chills through her body, and she fought hard to hold in a whimper at his words. "I um.. maybe just.. here's the opener," she stuttered as she walked away from him and ran her fingers through her hair. Dammit, she scolded herself. Why the hell did he have this effect on her?

Thank God he didn't comment on her awkwardness, instead just started asking away. “So, did you grow up here? Any siblings, parents around?”

"No, not around here. I grew up in a small town in Ohio. Parents still live there. I have a younger sister, but she's already married with a kid. Took after my mom I guess, marry young, take care of the kids while Dad works. Typical, classical woman role." She realized she had a bit more anger in her voice than she intended. She hated the fact that her mother and her sister had so easily let men control them. That's probably why fought so hard to be independent all of her life. But she wasn't going to get into that now..

"How about you, Michael? Any family around?"

 

[Mythil]

He grinned at her hasty retreat after handing him the wine opener. She was obviously interested and not averse to some teasing of her own as evident in her lingering search under the cabinet. But at the same time, there was something that was making her uncomfortable and he did not want to push her too far too quickly. Michael found that he was really starting to like this girl and didn’t want to spoil things. He definitely needed to figure out what made her so anxious though.

He started to open her cupboards looking for a couple of wine glasses, choosing not to comment on her forgetting to retrieve them as asked. He wondered how she would react to him making himself so comfortable in her house, a clear invasion of her privacy. She didn’t seem to mind too much as she was still smiling and speaking when he turned around with two glasses.

“I’m in the same boat as you, parents are far away, but I’m an only child though. Our family structure was the same way. My mom stayed home and took care of my dad and me. He in turn took very good care of us and made sure we always had what we needed and wanted. The setup worked really well for them actually. I think it’s commendable; she made sure he was always the center of her universe and he made sure she felt cherished and appreciated. I still see it in their eyes even today.”

Talking about his parents’ dedication to each other, he tried unsuccessfully to wipe the goofy smile off his face as he poured the two glasses of wine for them. Whenever Elizabeth studied him like she was doing, he couldn’t help thinking that she was evaluating him against some unknown set of requirements.

“It looks like your parents and your sister found the same type of ideal setup, is that not what you want also?” He inquisitively arched an eyebrow at her.

Moving over to the sink he set about shelling and deveining the prawns, “Can you set up a big pot of boiling water for me please; it’ll be for the linguini.”

He was gradually making her comfortable with taking direction from him. True, they were little inconsequential requests, but they would help reinforce how natural it feels for her to take direction from him.

As he watched her smile, hop off her stool to do as requested, he couldn’t help himself, “Thank you beautiful,” he grinned inwardly; a little positive reinforcement never hurts.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

So that's where his control streak comes from, she thought to herself as he spoke of his upbringing. She wasn't judging him; she couldn't say that his parent's situation was wrong simply because she believed her father controlled her mother. Perhaps his mother just liked it that way, but Elizabeth didn't. She swore she'd never be like her mother. She'd never give up her dreams just because a man wanted her to. That's what her mother had done, and she knew that she regretted it every single day.

"Yes, but only since you said please," she said teasingly with a grin as she grabbed a pot and turned on the faucet.

"Thank you beautiful." His words hit her like a ton of bricks, and she had to fight to catch her breath. She fought back the heat the flooded her face, but she lost, resulting in a bright pink color flushing her face. Just the simple word "beautiful put butterflies in her stomach and had her heart racing. She was actually kind of afraid that something so simple had that affect on her.

"And, not at all what I want. I'm a successful business woman, and I like it that way. My mother gave up her dreams to stay home and raise us, which I admire her for don't get me wrong. She's a wonderful woman, and an amazing mother. But that's not the life I want for myself." She paused as she carried the bowl to the stove. She didn't want to get into the mean streak her father had, and how her mother could barely even think for herself when he was around. "I don't want to be dependent on a man. I don't need a man to take care of me. I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself."