Blindfolded

The red light was flashing. Finally. Mia had been trying to be patient. After more dreams about each of the brother the night before, she could hardly stand sitting there, waiting for Sam to acknowledge her. At least Beau hadn’t come to visit her. If it wasn’t for the “no touching” at work rule, she might’ve rammed him up against the wall and had her way with him anyway.

Now, Sam was summoning her. Heat rose through her core, causing a pool of moisture to dampen her panties as she pulled herself up from her desk and headed to the door. Sometimes, she considered “forgetting” to knock, just to see what her punishment might be, but she didn’t want to risk it today. What if her punishment involved Sam refusing to touch her? She couldn’t chance it.

He was sitting behind his desk when she walked in. His eyes slowly made their way from hers, down her breasts, to her too-short skirt. His tongue darted out of his mouth, traced across his bottom lip, and then his perfectly straight, white teeth