Chapter 9
Jason
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange as Vivienne and I flew out of Boston towards Nashville. It was a work weekend, a chance to tackle the amphitheater project that our client had requested some changes be made to, but the atmosphere felt charged with something more than just deadlines and brainstorming sessions.
Vivienne glanced over at me, catching me lost in thought, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. There was something undeniably magnetic about her, from the way she focused intently when I spoke, to how the corner of her mouth would curl up into a smirk while we bantered back and forth.
“You know,” she teased, leaning a little closer, “if we finish this project early, we could have some fun.”
My eyes sparkled with mischief. “Fun? What exactly do you have in mind, Viv?” My teasing tone made my heart race; there was a heat between us that neither one of us had fully acknowledged yet. But I truly needed to remind myself that Vivienne was off limits.
As we arrived at the quaint cabin, the warm glow of the lights spilling from the windows welcomed us like an old friend. While unloaded our things from the rental car, I kept stealing glances at one another at Vivienne. She would return my gaze with a shy smile. I was fucked.
Later that evening, I spread out the blueprints and papers on the living room table, and called Vivienne over to get started. “Viv, if you’re done in the kitchen, will you come have a seat, so we can look over the specs before our meeting tomorrow?”
“Oh, sure, Jason. Just let me grab a glass of wine. Would you like one, as well?”
Well, fuck. Adding alcohol to an already heated atmosphere was a recipe for bad things to happen. But fuck it. It was the weekend, albeit a work weekend, but it had been a long day and even though we had work to do, I wanted to unwind. So I loosened my tie and rolled up my sleeves, while I slipped my shoes off. “Sure, Viv. That sounds good.”
Vivienne sauntered into the living room in black yoga pants and an old t-shirt barefoot, holding two glasses of wine. It appears in between cleaning up our to-go containers and now, she went and changed into something more comfortable. Fuck, even in everyday lounge clothes she was gorgeous.
As we continued to look over the blueprints and compare the notes Mr. Yen sent over, the lines between professionalism and something more began to blur. Every accidental brush of hands felt electric, and each time our eyes met, the air buzzed with unspoken words.
“Okay, let’s take a break, my eyeballs are killing me.” Vivienne suggested, her voice low. The room seemed to shrink as we sat side by side on the sofa, the space between us almost too tempting to ignore. “We’ve been working hard; we deserve a little fun, don’t you think?”
“A little fun sounds perfect.” My tone was low, my gaze lingering on her lips for just a heartbeat longer than necessary. What was that about? I never kissed women. The last woman I kissed was my late wife. But yet here I am wondering what Vivienne’s lips would feel like against mine. Would they be soft?
Vivienne swallowed hard, she had a faint blush in her cheeks. I wonder how far that blush traveled. “So… what do you suggest?”
I leaned in close to her on the couch, the scent of her perfume was intoxicating. “How about a game? Truth or dare?”
She laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes. “Sure, why not? I’m in!” she replied. A playful challenge glinted in her eyes as she glanced at me. I was in trouble.
“I’ll go first. Truth or dare, Viv?”
She thought for a moment before smirking and saying truth.
“Okay, what’s your favorite movie?”
“Oh, I see, you’re pulling out the big guns tonight!” She laughed with such a carefree expression. “Well, I have two favorites actually. It’s always been a tie between Top Gun and The Lost Boys. I also own the soundtracks to both movies.”
“Your turn. Truth or dare, Jason”
With a panty dropping smirk, I say, “Dare.”
Vivienne visibly swallows hard and a slight blush appears on her cheeks. I wonder what is going on his that pretty head of hers? She clears her throat and with a shy grin, “I dare you to give me a piggy back ride around the living room.”
That was not where I thought this was going, but who was I to complain. Vivienne was about to wrap those curvy legs around me. She jumped up on the couch as I slowly stood up. She gently placed her small hands on my shoulders and one leg at a time she wrapped them around my back. Time stood still for what seemed like hours byt was mere minutes. My heart was pounding in my chest as she slowly leaned closer on my back snuggling me. I could feel hers beating equally as hard.
As the game progressed, each truth revealed and every dare taken brought, it seemed to bring us closer to that invisible line. Laughter filled the room as the rules dissolved. It became clear that this weekend was about more than just work; it was a dance of two souls intertwined in the glow of possibility. And I couldn’t be more fucked.
I took a deep breath as we packed away the blueprints and got ready for our meeting tomorrow. My heart was racing as I pondered whether to push my luck and take that final leap into the unknown. I couldn’t, not tonight. The lines were already getting blurred.
As I headed down the hall to my room, I turned around slowly to face Vivienne, “Goodnight, Viv”.
“Goodnight, Jason.”
I watched her enter her room, which was next to mine. It closed with a soft click. I stood in my doorway for a few minutes and sighed. It was going to be a long night, but first I needed a cold shower to get rid of this hard on.
The next morning, we headed to our meeting with Mr. Yen at the construction site.
“Mr. Blackwood, Mrs. Sinclair,” Mr. Yen greeted us with an air of warmth around him. “I’m so glad the two of you were able to join me today. When I spoke to Mr. Carter, I had assumed that you had turned our project over to him and was quite disappointed.”
“Hello, Mr. Yen. It’s good to see you again, as well. We are extremely sorry for any miscommunication that may have occurred when you spoke to Mr. Carter. I assure you that it won’t happen again. Now, let’s get started, shall we?”
As we headed to the service elevators, complete with our hard hats, I placed my hand at the small of Vivienne’s back and ushered her inside. The doors closed and instantly the air around the three of us grew tense. The elevator made stops on each floor, picking up more people on the way up. As the elevator became more crowded, Vivienne stepped directly in front of me. Her back was to my chest, with barely an inch between us. I leaned in slightly as I slowly grazed the shell of her ear with my nose. Vivienne took a sharp inhale of breath as she tilted her headed slightly to the side to give me more access. We were playing with fire and it was only a matter of time before we combusted.
I couldn’t help myself in the small space of the crowded elevator. I carefully lifted my arm to her hip and gently tugged Vivienne back towards me, to where we were now flush together. What I would do to have her skin to skin right now.
Fuck. These are dangerous thoughts. I imagined trailing my hands slowly up the back of her thighs until I reached the apex of her center. Would she be soaking wet right now?
As if she could hear my thoughts, Vivienne slowly moved her ass against my now rock hard cock. “Viv, sweetheart. Unless you plan on doing something, I suggest you be still.” I whispered in her ear through gritted teeth. She visibly shuddered and took a deep breath. Yeah, my girl was fucking wet. I would bet my entire fortune.
She turned her head to the side and stared up at me with a smirk as she grinded her plump ass against my throbbing cock. Before I could say a word. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Thank fuck. I couldn’t take another second with Vivienne pressed up against me like that and not touch her the way I wanted to.