We lay there, staring at each other; I, contemplating whether to kiss her or not. It wouldn't be our first kiss, but with how aroused I was, if I did kiss her, I feared I wouldn't have the self-control to stop. And I didn't want to cause another panic attack. I will be damned before I would add to her trauma.
"I need to tell you something," I whispered still looking at her luscious lips.
"yeah?" she whispered,
"I don't know if you have noticed but we are in a dangerous position and you haven't had a breakdown yet,"
She seemed to realize the awkward situation we were in, and she shuffled off of me, her body trembling slightly.
"It's okay. I just...," I said struggling to get off the sofa.
"No, it's not that. I just... I don't know what's wrong with me," she admitted, fidgeting with her fingers again.
"I don't know if I can, sometimes I feel like my body isn't mine anymore."
"It's okay. I just think you're finally healing, slowly but surely," I told her. Have you tried touching yourself like I told you?"
"i... no... I don't know how to start,"
"how about I talk you through it? And when you finally know, rely on instinct,"
"Richard...." She sighed.
"I will have my back to you, I won't peek, I promise. Just follow my instructions,"
She nodded hesitantly.
"come on, take a seat," I gestured to the sofa for her to sit while I grabbed a stool and sat with my back facing her. "you ready?"
"This is a terrible idea, Richard,"
"I need you to relax... take a deep breath and think back to a feeling that made your toes curl..." I paused for a second. "I want you to ride on that feeling... lightly touch anywhere on your skin with your fingertips... softly," This was torture. I was trying to help her and tormenting myself. Fuck it! I would need to see Gwen again.
"Now brush your fingertips around your breasts, careful not to touch your nipples," I heard a very quiet moan, like a whisper and I knew she was getting started. "feel your nipples, squeeze them,"
"ah...!" it was louder now.
"Good, you should feel some tingling between your legs now. I want you to take your finger and slide it in, just one, we don't want to be greedy. Don't take your fingers away from your nipples. Put one finger in and find the spot that pleases you the most, let instinct take over. It's a natural response, baby. It is nothing to be ashamed of,"
I could hear when she found her spot, I knew how hard she fought to be quiet. I could feel the tension building. Her moans were driving me crazy and all I could do was rub myself through my shorts. I wanted to look at her so badly, it hurt. I heard her cry out her release, and I sat there basking in the moment. If this was all I could get, if this was the closest I could get to her, I would take it.
I gave her some time to come down from her high, "Nita? Let me know when you're decent."
"Nita?" I turned to back to find an empty sofa. I chuckled. I felt used but in a good way.
By the time I made it to the living area, Nita was already in the kitchen, dressed professionally and drinking a cup of coffee.
"Morning," she said without looking up at me.
"Morning," I replied, grabbing a mug and making myself a cup of coffee.
There was a tense silence as we sipped our drinks.
"I made toast. Do you want some?"
"I guess we are pretending last night didn't happen?"
"I'm sorry. Can we not talk about it?"
"Okay, whatever you say," I finished my coffee a few minutes later. "Ready for your interview?" I asked, changing the subject.
She nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go," I said, she grabbed her bag and I grabbed my suitcase. We looked like a power couple ready to take on the world; a sexually frustrated power couple.
I flipped through emails and correspondences to distract myself from picking up the phone and finding out how the interview was going. My father had taken over the task to avoid claims of bias.
The door swung open, and Sam walked in, "So, your wife's upstairs interviewing for Head of the accounting department,"
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Working with your wife?"
"She needed a job, was I supposed to let her keep working at that accounting firm that paid her peanuts?"
"That's not what I was saying. I'm just saying working near someone you sleep and wake up with. I mean, there are lots of drawbacks to it,"
I shot him a glare. "She hasn't gotten the job yet."
"She will. You know Benny. She was the nerdiest nerd in school. What will your pillow talk be? Double entry bookkeeping?" he chuckled at his own pun.
He grinned. "I'm sorry. God! You've gotten sour since you got married,"
Before I could respond, there was a knock on the door, and Nita poked her head in. She looked... excited but her expression was calm.
"Hey," she said, stepping inside. "Just wanted to let you know I'm heading home."
"How'd it go?" I asked, sitting up.
"Mr Numero said his people will get back to me, so I am guessing that should be a good sign."
I stood, grabbing my phone. "I'll have Martin drive you home."
She lingered for a moment before heading toward the door. "Goodbye Sam and Good luck with your day, Richard," she said softly, then disappeared.
An hour later, my father strode into my office, with a folder in his hand.
"She was impressive," he said, tossing the folder on my desk. "I've instructed my assistant to send her an employment letter. She'll start as head of accounting on the first of next month."
I grinned, relieved. "Thanks, Dad."
As he turned to leave, I called after him. "By the way, how'd she handle the question about working with her husband?"
My father chuckled. "She said she'd treat you like her boss,"
I chuckled in response. "Did she now? Let's see how she can handle me being bossy,"
My father had barely stepped out of the office when my phone rang and Martin's name flashed on the phone.
"Yeah?" I answered distractedly.
"Sir," his voice was tense. "There's been a shooting."