A fair warning: from now on it gets pretty down and dirty, rating is really, really a clear loud M for ADULT THEMES- so if you don´t like that…better stop here.
That chapter is very short, just a teaser in fact- to show you what to expect tomorrow.
And I apologize to agent Lisbon: after giving her quite a bit of power in chapter 7, I decided that I can´t allow her to best him. After all, he´s Patrick Jane.
Homeward bound
Chapter 8
Jane bought Lisbon´s favorite coffee mixture at Starbuck´s and entered the CBI building.
He went directly to her office, stepping in without knocking (he never did).
"No reason to get grumpy, Lisbon dear," he purred, "I have your…"
He stopped dead in his tracks.
Lisbon sat at her desk, legs propped up on the surface, studying a file.
And she wore…no, that couldn´t be true. He was still dreaming, wasn´t he?
Hell, he could see her breasts in this…red whiff of nothing- her breasts, for god´s sake, her round, creamy, firm, delectable, perfect…
He tried to say something, but couldn´t form words to save his life.
When he felt his manhood swell painfully he turned in horror and stormed out of her office.
Lisbon chuckled and sighed in contentment. Now, that went well…
XXMentalistXX
Jane stood in a locked toilet stall of the men´s room…the one located in the basement that was almost never used.
His face was flushed and he was panting heavily, sweat ran in rivulets down his body. His right arm was outstretched and pushed against the wall to brace himself. This time his mind had refused to cooperate- no wonder since Lisbon had posed in front of him like a sexy little fantasy come true. Hell, he was a mess, he´d even spattered his pants. He was disgusted with himself- this was just so…embarrassing.
He absolutely hated to lose control- and needing to jerk off in a toilet stall was the ultimate loss of control.
When he could breathe again without seeing stars, he closed his fly hurriedly and raced to the lift…thankfully he had fresh clothes in the attic. He could hardly enter the bullpen with those pants…he shuddered. My goodness, she drove him insane.
When he had changed, splattered his face with cold water and caught his breath, he started thinking- welcome back, great analytical mind, I missed you dearly.
It was more than definite that her attire hadn´t been chosen inadvertently. She knew exactly what those clothes did to him, the little minx. She knew how irresistible she was. What she didn´t know: he didn´t plan to resist her for very long.
He smiled. He would let her play and live up to his reputation. So what if he sat on the couch with a towering erection that tented his pants? He was Patrick Jane after all , he was expected to be a bad boy. And he would be a very, very bad boy…
Let´s see who will be more embarrassed by your little games, sweet Lisbon. Let´s see if you can tame the wild animal you set free.
He felt delighted. Because one thing was crystal clear : his orderly boss would never pull such a stunt if she wasn´t really, really hot for him. And that meant he would have her- soon.
So-the battle continues. I try to update soon! Thanks for your Reviews and alerts- you always make my day!