His Regret, My Benefit.

LA'S

me, a seductive smile on his face. He leaned over the table so his face was close to mine, our lips were almost touching, and my heart raced fast against my chest . His twinkling eyes told me what he wanted, but I held myself back, not wanting to give myself away so easily. "Is work the only thing you think about?" Gary asked me in a sultry voice. "We are at the office. Of course, we should be working. What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound as professional as I could. "Well, it's lunch break now, and everyone else has gone to have lunch. You are the only one who is still slaving away, working here," he reminded me. "And so what are you trying to say?" I smiled back at him. "Why don't we make good use of this time?" Before I could get any other words out, his mouth was fiercely on my lips, and he was kissing the hell out of me. I did not try to resist him, because I wanted him as much as he wanted me. Before I knew it, Gary picked me up from the chair, and set me down on the table. Once again, his lips were on mine, and his hands were not idle either. He tugged at my clothes, trying to get rid of them. My hand was in his hair, as I gave myself to the emotions burning deep inside of me. "What is going on?" The thick annoyed voice of my father sounded just then, interrupting us. Gary pulled away from me immediately, and I tried to rearrange myself. I did not need a mirror to know that I looked like a complete mess. My father had a disgusted look on his face as he glared at me. "Is this what you do when you should be working?" He questioned me coldly. "I'm really sorry sir, this is my fault. I was the one who asked her to...." "I was talking to my daughter,