I am not angry with her but circling the desk like a shark I let her feel a little apprehensive about how I might punish her. I have a very wayward thought about how I would like to punish her but with the staff outside it would not be in my best professional interest to carry out such a task. She is standing now staring at me and I can see she is feeling wary. Walking up to her I feel her flinch upon me gently grabbing her arm. Lowering down to her ear I whisper;
"I am not mad at you Carla" I say keeping my voice soft and low before I retreat and she her wide fearful eyes droop a little as her tense body relaxes.
The sudden noise heard from out on the factory floor makes me glance at the clock and seeing that it is actually the end of the working day I am overjoyed. Having sat in silence with Carla all afternoon I am looking forward to getting her home to either mine or hers to confront her about the messy situation I walked in on earlier. That brute of a boy Liam is really getting in my way and as long as Carla continues to hold a light for him I can see he will remain a problem. The best solution to this is not compromise or understanding, it is disappearance and I will stop at nothing to rid my life and hers of such a pest. She is infatuated by him and I am convinced she is continuously thinking about him and no doubt all the pleasurable things he can, could and would do to her but surely I can replace those desires and conform them into thoughts of me.
Getting out of my chair and standing by my desk I shut down my computer and shrug into my suit jacket as Carla continues to stare at her computer screen. She seems deep in thought but isn't doing any work nor does she appear to be concentrating as if reading or planning. Reaching across the desk I pull the cord on her little desk lamp and she magically jumps back to life. The blue glare from the screen must have lulled her into a state of contemplation and then the sudden change in surroundings has woken her.
"Coming home Carla?" I ask but she shakes her head and starts typing away on the keyboard.
"I need to finish this" she answers but what 'this' is I really do not know because it has not had her attention all day until now. Sighing I know I can't say anything about it and so I bid her farewell but request her company for dinner at mine. She nods in acknowledgement but I don't know that she had taken in all the details. Frowning I stare at her and cough to get her attention.
"So seven then?" I question looking for confirmation as she looks up. Her expression notifies me she is confused. "Dinner Carla. Mine at seven yes?"
"Yes, yes I will see you then" she hurriedly replies.
The second Tony is gone I let out a deep breath. It was way too close for comfort being caught so compromisingly earlier and then having had to spend an afternoon with Tony has caused great discomfort. I have been itching to message Liam and call him back here to finish what he had started earlier. He has set a fire burning and the desires accompanying it need to be fulfilled by him and only him. Pushing my chair back I reach to the shelves at the side of my desk and from the box file I pull out the concealed bottle of vodka that I hide there. Unscrewing the lid I sit back against the leather of my chair and take a sip instantly feeling the calming affect it has on my body and I close my eyes remembering fondly the sound of Liam's voice from earlier.
"Don't get too drunk now Carla" I hear him say but it is so realistic I feel the need to open up my eyes.
Darkness surrounds the office, the only light now provided by those on in the office and I can only see the workspace of the factory floor in shadow. I swear I see something move and stare at the doorway waiting for a shadow or something to appear but end up jumping when a voice from behind catches me unaware. I feel a warm breath brush my ear and then two hands lightly reach out and are placed on my shoulders before I can turn to look. I tense upon contact and can feel my poor heart beating erratically as I clutch to the vodka bottle. I want to turn round and look up to see whose company I am in because I did not acknowledge the voice previously but fear stops me.
"I want you Carla" they whisper in my ear and my fear turns to excitement. I know that voice so well it is my Leebugs.
Under my grip I feel Carla relax and know that I might have taken her a little by surprise but that was the idea. When I had walked in I had noted how disappointed she had looked sat in the dim light of the office and I knew it was because like last night she thought I had gone again. I am wise to Tony Gordon and what he is up to and it will be over my dead body that he will come between Carla and me right now. Removing my hands from her I move round to her side as she swivels in her chair to face me. There is an intense moment between us as our eyes meet and then she reaches forward grabbing my t-shirt and pulling me on to her.
Caught unaware by the action I stumble and fall on to her where our lips instantly meet and a kiss cannot be avoided which I suspect was her intention. Grabbing at her I try to steady myself without ruining the moment and find my hands once again on her thighs. Easing gently I move upwards, parting her legs ever so slowly as my hands travels until I am pushing her skirt upwards to reveal her with underwear still missing from earlier and I am even more turned on.
"Factory full of knickers and you still aren't wearing any" I joke speaking against her lips. She giggles, that dirty giggle I love and tells me to shut up and kiss her. Strategically I brush with my index finger parting her until I can slip inside and when I do she moans pleasurably against my lips as I break off our kiss to catch a breath. One hand is still very much gripping my shirt but her other is gently stroking my arm as I work my magic and feel her getting wetter and wetter with every movement I make.
The chair puts us in a very uncomfortable position; slipping out of her I scoop my hands round and under her bottom as I hoist her up and into my hips to carry her to somewhere more comfortable. It wasn't a thoroughly thought through plan as I glance around trying to spot somewhere suitable. Anxious Carla is becoming frustrated but ravenousness as she kisses away at my neck and grinds against me. Reaching my ear she whispers with aggression to use the desk and bursting to have her myself I throw her down ignoring what might be in our way.
Unbuttoning my jeans quickly I smile down at Carla as she fidgets impatiently laying flat on the desk with her chest heaving. I want her as bad as she wants me and our attraction to one another is certainly magnetic. As my jeans slip down my legs I push my boxers down and over my erection that springs free and approach Carla with her legs dangling over the desk edge where I ram inside her with no hesitation. It results in a scream as she sits up to give me deeper access and wraps her arms loosely around my neck. Pumping away into her I kiss her neck as she kisses mine. The pleasure she is feeling is ecstatic. It is safe to say that Carla and I have broken through that sexual tension barrier that had been building between us and now I know why all of the feelings were so intense.
She is as sweaty as me as I come to my climax and my heart is beating so hard and fast with excitement it is actually painful. I whisper her name breathlessly into her long tangled hair as I claw at it whilst trying to regulate my increased breathing. Carla has collapsed against me and I hold her gently with my unoccupied hand and refuse to let go of her. She is exhausted when her phone starts ringing so loudly it shatters the moment. She pulls away from me with urgency and glances over to the clock that reads seven thirty. Gasping she moves quickly pushing me away with sweaty palms so that I stumble backwards and almost fall to the floor caught up in my own jeans that restrain my ankles. As I re-clothe my body Carla dashes to her desk and snatches up her mobile and bag. She doesn't answer the call but shouts back to me as she goes running from the office to lock up.
Breathless and knowing Tony will have a million questions as to why I am not on time for dinner I run out onto the cobbles and to my car panicking. Climbing into the drivers seat I throw my handbag on and mobile down on the passenger seat and back out onto the street without looking. Speeding away I hope Liam will understand that I am acting on fear more than anything. This time we have been lucky not to be caught but I can't shake the feeling that upon arrival at Tony's he will suspect what I have been up to. Frantically in my head whilst desperately trying to concentrate on the road I try to think of a believable excuse.
Carla didn't see me but I was waiting in the shadows just outside the factory. She had run out rosy cheeked, seeming flustered and panicked. I had my suspicions about what may be going on and I have just had those confirmed as Liam has sauntered out. Narrowing my eyes at him I watch as he locks the factory and whistles as he slowly steps down into the street. Following him I stay paces behind in the shadows but keep him in sight. Thinking stupidly that he would head straight home to Maria I am surprised to find him heading off of the street and am eager to find where he is heading. It is when we finally reach a place in the Quays that I note we aren't far from Carla's and I get an idea of Liam's plans. Well I can assure him of one thing, he won't be waiting for her when she gets home tonight. Quickening my pace I come up right behind him as he passes under the tram bridge.
"Hello Liam" I greet him as I catch him off guard, grab him and pin him up against the cold brickwork. His eyes widen in surprise as he struggles against me but I am grinning like a cheshire cat because I am going to enjoy delivering this warning.