(Erotica) The Undoing of James Hong – Part IV
By V. Jessica Cali
As Mina was making her way to the meeting, Louise, her boss’s assistant stopped her. “I think your meeting time has changed. Mr. Carlson had to take a call with an international customer. You know, the time difference and all. He may be in the conference room now.”
“Oh, that must have just happened. Is James still in Mr. Carlson’s office? I’ll just go and check,” Mina said.
“I’m not sure. I’m leaving on an errand. Just go down and make sure,” Louise said as she walked swiftly down the hall.
Lost in thought about what had just happened with James, Mina started meandering as she walked to Mr. Carlson’s office. Hearing anything other than the sound of her own thoughts when she pondered things was also one of Mina’s quirks which often resulted in her being accident prone. It was the only reason she could offer to explain why she somehow managed to bump into her fellow employee, Jack, as he carried what appeared to be the entire company’s morning coffee order. It all happened so quickly. In one moment, Mina was upright and casually zig-zagging down the hallway in thought. In the next, she was covered in scalding hot coffee, trying not to cry, and apologizing profusely to a very angry Jack.
“What the hell, Mina? Didn’t you hear me tell you to get out of the way?” Jack scolded.
Mina couldn’t breathe. She was in pain. Her blouse was drenched with very hot liquid and sticking to her skin. She needed to take it off immediately.
James, hearing the noise, popped his head into the hallway from Mr. Carlson’s office. He had heard some kind of commotion and, oddly, something that sounded like a cat meowing. “What is going on out here?” he inquired.
Mina. She was crying and pulling at her blouse.
“Mina was fooling around in the hallway, and I spilled all this coffee! That’s what happened,” Jack explained angrily while making a gesture toward Mina.
James raced toward Mina and assessed the situation quickly. “Jack, Mina is hurt, and you are an asshole. Go get more coffee.” Jack, offended, rolled his eyes and cleaned up the empty coffee cups lying on the floor.
“Mina, we have to get your shirt off. This doesn’t look that bad, but you are clearly in pain,” James explained gently but firmly as he led her to Mr. Carlson’s office.
“I’m fine. I can do it. It just stings,” Mina said.
James acted as if he didn’t hear a word Mina said. He closed Mr. Carlson’s office door and locked it. He then led Mina to Mr. Carlson’s private bathroom and closed the door behind them both.
“James, really, I’m okay, I-I just…” Mina stuttered.
“You are not okay. You need help. You cannot do this alone, and Louise is not here. You are stuck with me. Now, turn around please, Mina,” James commanded.
Mina acquiesced. She turned around, and James made quick work of her blouse. She felt positively silly. Like a little girl. She felt him gently peel the fabric of her blouse away from her sore skin.
“Lift of your arms, Mina,” James requested quietly.
He pulled up her blouse. Mina said nothing. “All my seduction efforts were useless!” she told herself. “Now, he’s taking off my stained blouse, and I’m all splotchy and coffee-stained. All I need to do now is get my period at this exact moment, and I’ll call it a day.”
“Mina, please turn around,” James whispered in her ear.
“Fine,” Mina said, feeling ready to cry.
James stopped. Mina was once again lost in thought. “So long, Veronica Lake. Hello again, Mina Peyton.” Mina stared at her feet. The bathroom seemed silent until she heard James breathing. She looked up and saw his face. He was flushed.
“What’s wrong, James?” Mina asked.
He shook his head almost imperceptibly, licked his lips quickly, and looked down at her chest.
“Oh my god, am I hurt? Is something wrong?” Mina asked suddenly feeling alarmed. She turned around quickly and saw her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t look at all like she thought she did. Her skin was slightly pink and less sore now. Her hair was only slightly mussed and her lips were red and swollen from biting them to hold back her tears. Her favorite bra, however, was wet from the coffee and completely transparent. Her breasts were displayed rather beautifully. She looked like she had just, well, had very good sex!
She looked at James’ reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t stop staring at her. He was breathing heavily now. So was she.
“Mina, you are so beautiful,” he said. He almost looked resigned.
She didn’t know what to say. Thank you is what people are supposed to say to compliments, but she felt shy.
“Thank you, James,” she said quietly.
“How do you feel now? Is it better at all?” he asked.
“Yes, actually. I think I’ll be fine,” she replied wanting so much to fidget or put her hands in her pockets, but, damn, her pants had no pockets!
She felt James move closer. His hand touched her waist. His other hand moved her hair off her neck, and he kissed her skin ever so gently. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. She got lost in his breath and lips. The feel of his tongue on her skin. His hands moved to her bra. With predictably nimble fingers, he unclasped her bra and slipped it down her arms. She could watch everything he did in the mirror, and he watched her every expression as well.
James turned Mina around so that he could face her. He kissed and licked her neck, her chest, and, then, his lips and tongue found their way to her breasts. She wanted his mouth on her nipples. He teased her. A lick. A kiss even.
“You taste like coffee, Mina. I want your skin to feel better. Is it feeling better yet, Mina?” James asked while teasing her nipples.
“My skin? Better? Uh…sure. Yeah,” she managed to utter.
“Well, now, that’s not an answer. It is better or not? Yes or no?” James asked again.
Mina was starting to understand James. Her dreams almost felt prophetic. He was indeed commanding and even demanding, but she liked it.
“Yes, James. My skin is feeling better,” Mina answered succinctly.
“Oh, I like that,” James answered.
He stood back and held her breasts in his hands. He looked at Mina.
“Damn, Mina, what does the rest of you look like?” James asked in an almost rhetorical manner.
With that, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in. It was was a mixing of breath and tongues, lust and restrained desire. And something else. She liked him, and he liked her. There was something between them that was presently unnamed, but she could almost taste it when they kissed. She felt vulnerable, standing in Mr. Carlson’s bathroom, topless, kissing James, but, at the same time, she felt more alive than she ever had. In that moment, she didn’t feel so badly about herself. Yes, she fell onto Jack in the hallway because she wasn’t paying attention, but look where it got her.
Exactly where she wanted to be. Yes, she had James exactly where she wanted him.