“Emma?” his deep tone catches my attention.
“Jake.” I smile, opening my eyes again in a fluttery devilish way.
Oops, busted. He found me.
“Emma are you drunk?” his voice sounds husky with amusement and I laugh in answer as he moves toward me, stands over me looking down.
Oh boy, is it a breathtaking view!
His tie is off and draped casually round his shoulders, his white shirt open at the collar, his jacket discarded somewhere already.
Why did I never notice just how fuckable my boss is?
I hiccup, and it feels funny in my throat, sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again.
I like being drunk, I’m lighter and more fun; it makes me think Jake is sex worthy and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … Well, except Jake! He’s the exception to the rule in that everything he does is panty warming and alluring, even standing staring at me as he is now.
I’m hit with a strange sound. It’s me. I’m laughing; I guess I find myself amusing and I sound so detached and not here.
I must be really drunk.
“Emma, I think you better get in bed. Come on.” He leans down to catch my hand from across my stomach, but I leave it floppy and weighted, so he gets nowhere pulling at it.
I don’t want to hold hands today, Carrero. You’re looking a tad too Casanova tonight.
When he picks it up again, he tugs, but I refuse to cooperate. Deliberately going limp and weighing myself down.
Nope, I’m not going to hold hands with my hot boss while he’s swooning around looking all sexy on me.
I giggle again. Too heavy and too comfy to move. I want to sleep on my fluffy floor. It’s nice here. It feels good.
it amuses me even more. I’ve
the air as if I’m trying to make a point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my own limb as it waves above me. Everything feels dreamlike
at me and I have the urge to poke him between the eyebrows. They are
rug to a bed?” he can’t speak without smiling, so I guess he is finding me
beautiful smile.
hmmmm.” That was almost an answer,
why did I
If I close my eyes, maybe I’ll hear something soothing like the
the sperm donor and all those tidal waves of emotions I was
his hands under me, hoists me up effortlessly as though I weigh nothing. I’m too drunk to fight, or squeal, and I’m being carried like a baby towards my room. Freaky Lisa comes to mind, and I wonder if this is part of her fetish fancies, it makes me giggle some
amazing; why can’t I always feel like
bed, I’ll stop feeling this way. I may lose this warm feeling and blank mind euphoria; I may start fixating on shitty fathers who abandon their kids in infancy. Pricks who only see dollar signs instead of the damage they have
fusses,
Nope, nope.” I shake my head and he finally stops and puts my writhing body on my own bare feet outside my door before he drops
have the overwhelming urge to “Shhh” him. Which I
He talks too much.
and it sounds good; looks even better. I like Jake’s laugh, it’s so free and boyish, uncomplicated and deep. Like him. I could listen to his laugh for an eternity, it always makes me feel like smiling
know it’s not a real frown, it’s an, “I think you’re a funny drunk,” frown and it makes
I guess he can be when he looks like that. God, that makes me feel sad. Why
close; I guess my sad face is on show. I poke his dimple gently with my fingertip as if to
…?” my fingers wave and I notice there’s a shiny sparkly thing on the table behind him. I always liked sparkly things as a child; I want to play with it. It looks like
back to him as I attempt a grab at the object of my interest on the unit. His arms loosely around me, his upper body tilted back so he can look down at me. It’s hard to walk in a straight line and harder to control my limbs when a strong pair of arms are hauling
I glance back at sparkly and see it’s just my
just decided to have yourself a one women party on the floor, without me?” he’s still smiling and regarding me
me sigh and go
lips are soft and tickly under my hands. If I cut off the sexy voice,
around, seeing the cell again and I remember who