The Trainee
By: nikkipattinson
Prompts: meeting, morning, hands

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I hate meetings. I especially hate the Monday meeting. I'm not a morning person and I'm really not a Monday person. I get my paperwork together and walk into the conference room. "Good morning, Rosalie!" Tom says, cheerily. I half sneer, half smile at him and mumble something that sounds like 'good morning.' Tom is one of those annoying people who's always happy and I usually find him quite irritating at this meeting. I take my seat and start to act like I'm looking over last week's paperwork.

Slowly, all the other managers start to trickle in. The last to arrive, as usual, is the VP of marketing. Also, as usual, he sits next to me. I internally cringe. The man has been lusting after me for the last seven years. It's disgusting. He's a vile human being; self- absorbed and self-righteous, not to mention the ugliest man I've ever laid eyes on. I can't stand him.

Tom starts the meeting so I look up at the screen to see last week's numbers. There isn't anything on the screen so I turn my head to look at Tom. He's talking and I haven't heard him. Maybe I should actually pay attention.

"... he will be working with us in a management trainee capacity. I've asked him to sit in on the morning meetings. He's right outside. I wanted to prepare you all before I had him come in." Tom walks to the door of the conference room. The man that walks through the door an instant later is quite possibly the man of my dreams. He's tall and built like a God. He has golden blond hair and the clearest baby blue eyes I have ever seen. I instantly get hot. "Welcome to the morning staff meeting, Carlisle. I believe you can squeeze in next to Ms Hale." FUCK ME! He's walking toward me and I can feel my panties getting soaked through. I'm going to leave a wet spot in this chair, I just know I am.

He sits next to me and smiles. I almost lose my shit. I gulp and force a smile on my face. This man is a Sex God. It's all I can do to stop staring at him. I force my head to turn back to the screen. Tom has finally put up last week's numbers. I can see his mouth moving, but I have lost the ability to hear him. All I can think about is the gorgeous specimen of man sitting to my left. He is magnificent.

I glance down and notice that his hands are beautiful. His fingers are long and slender, but not too slender. I begin to fantasize about how his hands would feel on my body. I imagine his fingers ghosting down my neck to my chest. I can almost feel his fingers graze my nipple and then give it a soft pinch. Shit! My nipples are hard now! I look down quickly to make sure that they can't be seen through my shirt. I pull my suit jacket to cover my obvious arousal. This is so embarrassing.

I make the mistake of glancing down at his hands again. Those are some perfect fingers. My mind goes again into the gutter as I start to imagine those fingers sliding into my wet folds. I wonder how many heights of pleasure can be reached with just those fingers. I'm now blatantly staring at him. He licks his lips and I flood my panties again. I want that tongue on my pussy. I want him to pump those perfect fingers into me while he expertly licks my clit.

I jerk my head back to the screen. I have got to stop. This is so wrong. He's a trainee, for God's sake. He's got to be several years younger than me. This is ridiculous. Out of the corner of my eye I see Carlisle shift in his seat. My head turns involuntarily. I don't know why I look down but I do and am rewarded with a splendid sight. He's fucking huge! I can see the outline of his dick through his pants. I think I gasp at the sight. If it's that big when it's soft, how big is it when it's erect!? God, I want to ride that massive cock. I want to grind into him and take him to orgasmic levels that he has only dreamed of reaching. I want to slide my mouth down that long, thick shaft and suck it until he screams with ecstasy. I want to run my tongue around the head. I want to lick him from tip to base and back again. I want to taste his cum as it slides down my throat. I want to... pay attention to the damn meeting. I have got to snap out of this. I cannot continue to imagine sucking and fucking this man. It's not healthy.

I force my eyes back to the screen. Tom is talking about the sales number for last week and the projections for this week. He suddenly turns to me and says, "Rosalie, I think it would be very beneficial for Carlisle to shadow you this week. Learn about what we do from the best."

"I guess we'll be working together this week," Carlisle says. He reaches over and places his hand on mine. I take in a breath. He's touching me!

"Uh huh," I manage to squeak out. I have lost the ability to form a coherent thought. All I can think is that perfection in the flesh is touching me. He's touching me with the hands that I have just imagined being inside me. He removes his hand, but I can still feel it. Holy, hell!

Tom adjourns the meeting and everyone gets up to leave; everyone except me. Carlisle pauses by my chair. "Is everything alright Ms Hale?" he asks. What do I tell him? No, everything is not alright. I can't move from this chair because there will be a very embarrassing wet spot on it when I do. Yeah, can't really tell him that, can I?

"Um, yeah, everything is fine. I'll be in my office in a minute. Tom can tell you which one it is." He shrugs and smiles as he walks out the door. I finally start to breathe again. This is going to be a long week.