The last thing Arthur needed was another distraction. Yet, there you were, tight pencil skirt and all. He did not understand why the sound of your heels made shivers go down his spine, or why the red on your plump lips drove him crazy with lust. It wasn't just him who noticed every glorious curve of your body, every male in the office was on his knees.
Arthur was no pervert; he prided himself of being as gentlemanly as possible. But he couldn't stop himself from dreaming about all the possibilities you were capable of. Unfortunately, a woman such as yourself was a hard to get a handle on. Every other week it seemed like you had a different man wrapped around your slender finger, just dangling by the strings of his heart. He didn't want to fall for you but there was just something so enticing about the way no man could faze you and no relationship could hold you down.
"Arthur," an all too familiar purr coaxed the Brit out of his thoughts. Said male lifted his gaze to see you leaning against the door frame. Your hair was twisted artfully into an updo showing off your slim neck. Arthur refused to look any lower.
"Yes (Name), what is it you want?" Arthur's voice came out stern and cold. If he was going to win this game against you he could not hint at how nervous you actually made him.
The bottom of your red stained lip poked out, "I just came to check on my favorite gentlemen," you winked. Arthur tisked and turned his attention back to his work but the pen was becoming increasingly hard to hold on to due to his sweaty palms. "If you are done playing around, would you please make yourself useful and deliver these documents to Francis."
You huffed and pushed yourself off the door seal with your heel, "Alright," you sauntered over to Arthur who was scribbling furiously on a sheet of paper. His thick brows were scrunched together, ignoring the fact that your bosoms were now in his line of sight. You pushed the papers to the side which startled the blonde making him scratch a line of ink across his paper.
"Bloody hell (Name), why did you do that?" Arthur choked out in surprise. "You wanna know what I heard?" you whispered in the man's ear making him go rigid; "I heard that you were once a fearsome pirate."
Arthur cleared his suddenly dry throat, "That was in the past," he turned away answering over his shoulder.
You ran a finger up his wrinkled dress shirt that was rolled up to the elbows, "I also heard that you were once the most powerful man in the world," you fluttered your lashes at him. The lights in the hallway went out, meaning that he and (Name) were the only ones left in the office. That made Arthur relax a bit, but it was no less tense between you and him.
Arthur stood up quickly, trapping you between him and the desk. "What do you want (Name)?" His breath was hot and heavy as though he just finished running a race. On the inside he actually was. The scent of your perfume filled his senses making him blind to everything but you.
You smirked, grabbing his tie bringing him so that your noses almost touched, "You are a very interesting man Mr. Kirkland. Don't mess up by falling for me."
Arthur was appalled and confused. He stood up making room, "I wouldn't think of it love." With that he grabbed his coat and brief case and hustled out of the office and into the parking garage. He looked into his rearview mirror; his face was pale red and neck was slightly sweaty. The blonde sighed and started the car and headed home. It was only a temporary escape, maybe he would call in sick. If anyone asked he was love sick.