Chapter 6 Carter
Ifeasted on her beauty. By then, I had seen countless pictures of her, seen surveillance footage, and I’d watched her stew in uncomfortable doubt, boredom and uncertainty.
That hadn’t prepared me for what it was like to be in her presence.
I always prided myself in having self-control, keeping my emotions in check and maintaining a cool head; even so, I found myself struggling to hide my admiration and arousal for the woman in front of me while I interacted with her.
Tiffany Thompson was the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen.
“Agent Auble, it’s a pleasure to be with you. I apologize that my duties kept me busy and that I made you wait.”
“That’s quite alright, but, before we continue the tour … This is embarrassing, but…”
The way she hesitated and the way she hunched her thick, curvy body forward to try and resist the urge to clutch her crotch and squeeze her thighs told me everything.
I didn’t go to her rescue. I wanted her to ask the question herself.
Instead, I tilted my head and waited for her to say it, allowing her to fumble with her words.
“I really need to use the bathroom,” she finally got it out.
“Oh, of course, that will not be an issue,” I said politely. “At the end of the tour, which isn’t very long, I’ll show you the restrooms.”
Before she could object, I placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her away from the green room and into the administrative offices of the company.
Most of the work done there wasn’t real work, though even the employees doing it didn’t know that.
It was part of an elaborate facade to throw away spies, authorities and curious people.
The men and women typing away were being well paid for the task of wasting their days in pretend work and creating distraction and scenery dressing that gave a much-needed veneer of legitimacy to Sunshine Sanctuary’s true business.
I made a point of feeding all that carefully constructed theater to ‘Agent Auble’ as we walked by.
Just as a concerned CEO would for a Federal Inspector, I used my best and most sympathetic tone to make sure she knew I was comfortable with her being here, not at all suspicious.
I hoped that my ease would put her at ease.
“This is our administrative area. We handle purchases of essential supplies, connect with our logistics partners, and have overall control over purchases, sales and, in the rare case of spoilage, that too… It’s important to us not to waste any milk if we can avoid it,” I said.
Then, I gave a long speech about the quality of milk and the importance of animal welfare.
It served a trifold purpose; the first part was to not give her time to interject and request a bathroom again, as I wanted her to be focused on her primal need, so her attention to any other detail would be reduced; the second part was to play my part of a concerned CEO trying to impress without letting the mask slip too soon; the third part was more personal.
If I kept talking, I could distract myself at least partially from my intense attraction to her body.
I kept stealing glances at her thighs and her cleavage as I felt a primal urge to rip her clothes off and see what was underneath.
I barely cared if anyone else saw, as long as I got to touch her.
But a beauty like her deserved something better.
She deserved to have the proper place to undress.
To remove the binding shackles of civilization and humanity and embrace a simpler, more joyful and honest life.
The thought of giving it to her made my erection pulse violently against my leg.
I had never seen a woman as perfect as Tiffany.
She was mesmerized by this persona of mine and my speech, I, too, was mesmerized by her appearance.
Perhaps, I thought with an almost smile, we were truly made for each other. A perfect fit.