(Erotica) The Undoing of James Hong – Part III.
By V Jessica Cali
Mina stepped off the elevator in her favorite black Mary Jane stilettos and matching black cigarette pants. She felt confident and very sexy. No one knew that she was wearing Italian lace thong panties and a delicate blush colored demi bra that would have revealed just a hint of her nipples were she without her blouse.
She knew how she looked. She paid extra attention to her hair this morning, and her red lipstick provided the finishing touch. She felt like a 21st century Veronica Lake. She also put on just a bit of her favorite perfume. She rarely wore perfume to work, but she knew how to be subtle. This was for her. She bought this perfume in Paris. It reminded her that she used to feel better about herself. Perhaps she ought to start paying more attention to feeling better about herself again. French women were good at cultivating beauty and sensuality. She learned that when she lived there. It was time to remember. For herself.
“Good morning, James,” she said as she passed him on her way to her desk. She smiled at him without any self-consciousness as if the Elevator Incident had never happened. James stared at her. He didn’t even greet her in return.
“No matter,” she thought. “I am Veronica Lake. Cool, serene, and powerful.”
Suddenly, she saw James standing next to her desk .looking composed. She looked up at him. His hands were on his hips. He wasn’t frowning really, but he wasn’t smiling either. In fact, she could not read him at all.
“God, he looks amazing this morning,” she thought. He was wearing a new tie. His hair was different. She wanted to run her fingers through it. It was so shiny and thick.
“I wonder what else is shiny and thick on his body?” she wondered enjoying her own sense of naughty amusement.
“What are you smiling about? You look like the cat who ate the canary, Mina,” James asked almost seeming to chastise her.
Clearing her throat, Mina asked with feigned indignance, “Is there something I can do for you this morning, Mr. Hong, or are you just going to stand there policing my facial expressions?”
Shocked by her insouciant attitude, James responded in turn, “Well, well, Miss Peyton, I am not here to police your facial expressions, as you suggest, although I might have a thing or two to say about that mouth of yours.” He stepped closer, put his hands on her desk, leaned in, and stared at her lips.
Mina swallowed and inhaled slowly. She looked into his eyes and held his gaze. He wasn’t chastising her at all. James Hong was flirting judging from the slight quirk in his mouth!
“Cat got your tongue, Mina?” James asked, moving a bit closer.
“No, James. My tongue is all mine. Why do you ask? Do you have plans for my tongue? Do you want it for something? Do you need it?” She asked flashing a wicked grin.
James’ eyes widened for a moment. He looked like he wanted to smile but suppressed it. Instead he leaned in and smelled Mina’s hair. A thrilling sensation struck her in her stomach and instantaneously hit her clit. Her nipples rubbed against the lace of her bra. He lingered and inhaled a second time. Mina froze. She didn’t want him to stop. “Oh, move closer. Touch me,” she pleaded with him internally. She closed her eyes and an almost silent moan escaped her lips.
James backed away slowly and looked at Mina. His pupils were dilated. She was trying not to pant. “Mina, you smell incredible. Now, we have a meeting to attend. So, bring your tongue along so that we can do our job.”
“Say please,” Mina said quietly.
James bowed his head for a moment before standing up and grinning widely. “Oh Miss Mina, you have no idea what you’re doing right now.”
“Oh, but I think I do,” she said as she stood up. “Now, James, say please,” she said again biting her lip.
Without warning, James quickly walked around her desk, stood directly in front of her, and pushed Mina against the wall. He pushed his erection against her as he ran his lips across her throat. She shuddered. He ran his fingers through her hair and then gripped her, pulling her head back ever so slightly. Her panties were soaking wet. His breath was on her face as he leaned in closely. Almost mouth to mouth. He held them in this way for seconds.
“Please,” he whispered against her lips. Not a kiss really. Just contact.
“Thank you,” Mina said trying not to moan.
James let her go and backed away. He straightened his trousers, inhaled, and said, “The meeting is in ten minutes.” He looked at her intently and then left.
Mina never looked away. She wanted James Hong so badly, and she was