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sitting in the foyer reading a newspaper.
“Hello, Larry, I wasn’t expecting you. You never said you were coming… Do you remember Sean?” she asked, remembering her manners.
“Hello again, Sean,” he said coolly. “No, I was on stand-by so I couldn’t give you advance notice. Obviously you weren’t expecting me,” he said, pointedly looking at Sean and his watch.
“I had a scheduled morning off; you may check the staff roster if you wish,” she replied. “Or are you just looking for another excuse to exert your will on my behind?” she whispered just loud enough to be heard if Sean had been really listening. Luckily he wasn’t, but Larry was raging. She was deliberately goading him, making him out to be some sort of monster.
“You’re the manager; I trust you made sure the staffing levels were adequate. I don’t need to check. When you resume working I would like to make an appointment to review what happened in my absence.”
“Two p.m. would suit me,” she said with false sweetness. “Can I organise some refreshments for you, Mr Williamson ? Have you been shown to your room?”
Maeve was momentarily embarrassed to recognise that Sean seemed to feel the tension, because he quickly pecked her on the cheek and said:
“Gotta run, Maeve, catch you later. Nice to see you again, Larry.” He didn’t hang around for their goodbyes. It was poor professionalism on her part, she knew.
“I believe I’m in the same room and my bag has been taken up. I was waiting here in the hope I could see you.”
“And so you have. I’ll see you again at two, unless there is something more urgent.”
“Damn, yes, there is something more urgent, why are you doing this? What can I do? You think I don’t wish I had done things differently? I’m only a man, Maeve. I make mistakes. How long are you going to punish me?”
“Would you like to continue this discussion in private?” she asked in an urgent tone. She’d already embarrassed Sean; no need to spread the tension to the receptionist or any guests lounging in the foyer.
“That might be best,” he agreed. She started to lead the way to the office, but he took her by the arm and led her towards his room. He fumbled with the key card until she took it from him and opened the door.
“Now where were we?” he asked. “Oh, yes, I remember.” Grabbing her firmly by the shoulders, he kissed her hungrily. He inhaled her sea scent and moved his hands to her behind, pulling her as close as he could, as he plunged the depths of her mouth greedily with his tongue.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked before roughly tugging her hair to raise her mouth towards his again. She was breathless; it was rougher than she expected, but yes, she had to admit it was exactly what she wanted. Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing, and an aching desire swept to the core of her being.
“New rules, Maeve, I’m no longer keeping my hands to myself.”
Maeve made no effort to resist as he undid the buttons of her shirt, slipping it down off her shoulders. His mouth explored her torso, kissing and nipping as he unhooked her bra. His eyes drank in the sight of her bare full breasts, as he caressed them gently with his hands before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking greedily. She was almost too taken aback to react in any way or to assist in undressing herself, as she had only just begun to come to terms with his rejection. She was almost frozen, a mixture of excitement and fear. His fingers hooked into the elastic of her leggings and panties as he removed both at the same time, Maeve just about having the wherewithal to lift her legs enough for him to pull them over her feet, pulling her light canvas shoes away simultaneously. She stood before him naked and exposed, nervously watching his expression as he saw her in all her glory. His eyes were dark with desire and he stopped and stood still, simply looking at her. Her instinct was to try to cover herself with her
“Hello, Larry, I wasn’t expecting you. You never said you were coming… Do you remember Sean?” she asked, remembering her manners.
“Hello again, Sean,” he said coolly. “No, I was on stand-by so I couldn’t give you advance notice. Obviously you weren’t expecting me,” he said, pointedly looking at Sean and his watch.
“I had a scheduled morning off; you may check the staff roster if you wish,” she replied. “Or are you just looking for another excuse to exert your will on my behind?” she whispered just loud enough to be heard if Sean had been really listening. Luckily he wasn’t, but Larry was raging. She was deliberately goading him, making him out to be some sort of monster.
“You’re the manager; I trust you made sure the staffing levels were adequate. I don’t need to check. When you resume working I would like to make an appointment to review what happened in my absence.”
“Two p.m. would suit me,” she said with false sweetness. “Can I organise some refreshments for you, Mr Williamson ? Have you been shown to your room?”
Maeve was momentarily embarrassed to recognise that Sean seemed to feel the tension, because he quickly pecked her on the cheek and said:
“Gotta run, Maeve, catch you later. Nice to see you again, Larry.” He didn’t hang around for their goodbyes. It was poor professionalism on her part, she knew.
“I believe I’m in the same room and my bag has been taken up. I was waiting here in the hope I could see you.”
“And so you have. I’ll see you again at two, unless there is something more urgent.”
“Damn, yes, there is something more urgent, why are you doing this? What can I do? You think I don’t wish I had done things differently? I’m only a man, Maeve. I make mistakes. How long are you going to punish me?”
“Would you like to continue this discussion in private?” she asked in an urgent tone. She’d already embarrassed Sean; no need to spread the tension to the receptionist or any guests lounging in the foyer.
“That might be best,” he agreed. She started to lead the way to the office, but he took her by the arm and led her towards his room. He fumbled with the key card until she took it from him and opened the door.
“Now where were we?” he asked. “Oh, yes, I remember.” Grabbing her firmly by the shoulders, he kissed her hungrily. He inhaled her sea scent and moved his hands to her behind, pulling her as close as he could, as he plunged the depths of her mouth greedily with his tongue.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked before roughly tugging her hair to raise her mouth towards his again. She was breathless; it was rougher than she expected, but yes, she had to admit it was exactly what she wanted. Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing, and an aching desire swept to the core of her being.
“New rules, Maeve, I’m no longer keeping my hands to myself.”
Maeve made no effort to resist as he undid the buttons of her shirt, slipping it down off her shoulders. His mouth explored her torso, kissing and nipping as he unhooked her bra. His eyes drank in the sight of her bare full breasts, as he caressed them gently with his hands before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking greedily. She was almost too taken aback to react in any way or to assist in undressing herself, as she had only just begun to come to terms with his rejection. She was almost frozen, a mixture of excitement and fear. His fingers hooked into the elastic of her leggings and panties as he removed both at the same time, Maeve just about having the wherewithal to lift her legs enough for him to pull them over her feet, pulling her light canvas shoes away simultaneously. She stood before him naked and exposed, nervously watching his expression as he saw her in all her glory. His eyes were dark with desire and he stopped and stood still, simply looking at her. Her instinct was to try to cover herself with her
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