2. Chapter 2
“ I s there something I can help you with?”
Danica extended her silencing finger to Alicia’s lips. Guess I’ll shut up. Where was the light? The air? Alicia held her breath in case it was the difference between life and suffocation.
“Two words, Ms. Colbert.” Danica’s voice was the air now.
Gentle. Thick. Quiet . Alicia thought she had to strain to hear her.
On the contrary, the room was so quiet she could hear her own heart beating.
“ Yes. No . That’s it. Those are the only words you’re allowed to say for now. Do you understand?”
She swallowed. “Yes,” she squeaked. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Ah. I suppose I should allow that as a third word. Ma’am is fine. I like the way you say ‘ma’am,’ Ms. Colbert. Very much so.”
Another gulp, eyes wide, hands curling into nervous fists. What’s going on? Is she flirting with me? No. No way. This woman did not flirt. She was rich. Beautiful. Confident. Those types of women didn’t flirt. They demanded. Up front.
Oh. My. God.
Alicia realized why Susan steered her away from Ms. Moreau. That reason came for her right now.
She stumbled back against the couch, landing with bowed legs and hands snatching the armrest. She had just fluffed these pillows, too!
Danica loomed over her, refraining from touching, but her fingers twitching in delight. For her? Really?
Alicia wouldn’t pretend that she had never experienced situations like this before.
College was ripe with them. She had spent the better part of her undergrad years watching one frat guy after another come up to her, acting like the hottest shit in the universe.
What was her problem? Didn’t she know she was lanky and blonde?
She owed them her body! They were promised hot girls when they got to college, and they would damn well have whatever hot girl pleased them.
Luckily for Alicia, most of those guys were too chickenshit to try anything terrible, but she had left more than one frat party resigned to never going again.
Adulthood hadn’t been much better. Actually, in a lot of ways, it was worse. Men on the street catcalled her. Going to the club with Candice guaranteed a few guys would corner them on the dance floor and try to get their numbers.
All those situations had been different. In every one of those, Alicia’s natural defense was to ignore, to betray, to run away. She wanted nothing to do with them. They were weak in spirit. Gross in body. Abhorrent in heart. Some combination of all three.
Danica was none of those things. Not the first two, anyway. Alicia didn’t know her well enough to speak of her heart.
She had a spirit strong enough to make Alicia recognize it earlier that night.
Her body? Ha! The more Danica loomed over her, arms surrounding Alicia as she lowered her lips, the more Alicia recognized an exquisite beauty.
Somehow, this woman took classic femininity and drove it up to eleven… thousand.
That perfume bloomed around her countenance. A hundred blossoms flowered, their scent overwhelming her as Danica’s lips grazed her cheek. Fuck! She was this close?
Alicia was far from a kissing virgin, whether vanilla or the French variety. Nevertheless, she felt like the most inexperienced lass in the cosmos when Danica whispered, “Yes?”
That wildly thumping heart within Alicia’s rib cage knew exactly what she meant. “Y…” No, no! This was wrong. This was terrible! She should not be in this situation while on the job! No matter how hot her boss was! No! Say no, dummy!
“Yes?”
The word barely eked from her lips when Danica kissed hers.
The woman, for all her gentle whispering, was not a gentle kisser.
The moment Danica kissed her was the moment Alicia witnessed the brunt of such power.
She thought she knew nothing about her heart?
How about feeling it through that kiss? Strong.
Determined. Experienced. Danica Moreau was not a woman who wasted time.
She probably couldn’t afford to with her packed money-making schedule.
Still, didn’t a woman need to take a break here and there to relax?
Of course she did. Why wouldn’t she? She deserved it.
So what if Alicia could get in trouble for this?
That was always in the back of her mind as she accepted Danica’s tongue deep into her mouth.
Alicia’s hands eased up a soft lapel, wrapped around the back of Danica’s head, and brought her closer. Closer .
I want her so close I don’t know what’s going on anymore.
“Ms. Colbert,” her name was growled upon her lips. Danica’s hand touched her chest, fingers toying with her nipple through the thin bust of her dress. Oh, no. Someone was popping out to say hello, much to the boss’s happiness. “I think we know what we both want.”
Uh-huh. That didn’t take much to figure out.
She wants to… Danica pinched Alicia’s nipple.
Alicia jostled in her seat, almost pushing her away.
On accident, of course. Why would she want her to leave when they were just getting started?
I’ll let her do anything… What was making her think this?
Alicia Colbert was a careful woman. She didn’t sleep with just anyone.
She had significant others she never even platonically slept over with, let alone had sex with.
One night stand? Never in her life! She didn’t hold sex as something sacred, but she didn’t hand it out to anyone who came by…
Danica wasn’t just anyone, now was she?
Did she have a girlfriend? Was she married? Would she turn into a violent abuser halfway through the deed? Sure, it was fun now, Alicia’s conscience warned, but what would happen once they were in it? Wait, why was Alicia assuming that was going to happen?
Probably because Danica pulled away from her long enough to take her by the hands and lift her off the couch.
Alicia never said no. Was it shock? Was it desire?
What was keeping her from daring to say no?
I’m on another planet right now. That kiss was such a powerful aphrodisiac that Alicia played right into following her to the wall and flattening her back against it.
Danica was everywhere around her. Kissing her lips.
Sucking her throat. Sometimes gently. Sometimes wantonly.
Her hands touched places that had never been touched before.
Alicia’s breasts, snug in her grip. Her ass, fighting to stay against the wall even though it desperately wanted to feel Danica’s touch as well.
Her thighs, always on the verge of being spread.
Holy shit… Alicia was on the other end of Danica’s tongue, exploring her mouth when her skirt was lifted over her hips.
“I hope I haven’t given you a terrible impression of me, Ms. Colbert,” Danica grunted right into her ear. Do it again. Every time she spoke, her voice plummeted into Alicia’s body, landing right in her gut and expanding through her loins. “Have I done such a thing?”
“No…” Was that the magic word to make her stop talking and get back to kissing? The aphrodisiac wasn’t wearing off, but Alicia wouldn’t say it was a bad thing to be filled with crazy lust for her boss right now.
“Good.” Strong fingers pulled on her underwear – but not before tugging on the bust of her dress. Usually, Alicia was embarrassed by the size of her breasts. While not a pair of mosquito bites resting on the pale plains of her body, they were nothing for anyone in the world to write home about.
Yet in Danica’s eager hands, they felt like the most majestic tits in the universe.
Whatever Danica thought about them was betrayed by the way she fondled, molded, and sucked on Alicia’s malleable flesh.
Sharp shots of pleasure jolted Alicia awake in unfathomable ways.
If she thought she was aroused before? Nothing compared to the way Ms. Moreau’s tongue danced circles around her erect nipples and her teeth nipped delicate flesh.
Whenever she opened her eyes, she saw Danica gazing back.
Terrible. Otherworldly. Needy. This was a woman who wanted to go beyond heavy petting and making out. She wanted her .
Her fingers grabbed Alicia’s underwear and pulled it aside. Alicia yelped, Danica’s knuckles grazing her wet nether lips and teasing her swelling clit.
“I’m going to fuck you, Ms. Colbert.” Danica pulled so hard on the underwear that the seam tore. “Maybe have you fuck me. Unless you say no. I’d rather hear you say yes.”
What the hell should she say? Say yes, dumbass!
Here she was, another girl on the first night of an exciting new job…
with her legs spread for her hot boss. She was far from the first woman to experience something like this.
Now, at this magnitude? In the most exclusive nightclub around?
With one of the most gorgeous, richest women in all of America?
Maybe the world? Fuck! If Alicia was ready to go, wouldn’t she be an idiot to say no?
Yet a tiny voice screamed in the back of her mind, “What are you doing! She’s your boss! You heard what Susan and the others said! Stay away, girl! This woman’s trouble! Who gives a shit how hot she is? What the fuck are you doing? Is this how you want your first…”
Wow. That voice could go to hell. Sounded like someone who needed to get laid.
As it so happened, Alicia believed right now that getting laid was a sweet idea.
“Yes,” she whispered, her breath stolen from her the moment Danica first kissed her. “Fuck me, ma’am.”
“Now, now…” Knuckles rested against Alicia’s thigh, rubbing against her skin, wet, wet .
Was it her? Was it her? Alicia was the first to admit she didn’t have a lot of experience, but her biological imperative, currently going into overdrive, told her that this is it, girl, this is what it’s all about.
What are we waiting for, huh? “Only three words, Ms. Colbert.” Danica teased one of her nipples with her masterful tongue. “Try again.”
Words were hard to come by. “Yes, ma’am.”