I used to think I had a thing for blue eyes. Really I did. All through school I chased blue eyed guys, my ex had beautiful ones. How on earth could I have been so terribly wrong all those years. You can keep the piercing blue-eyes….I’m happy getting lost in Jason’s warm brown ones as they move around the room. I want nothing more at that instant than to hold his gaze, see those eyes widen just a little as he pushes his cock slowly into me, see them close in pleasure only make them pop open again in surprise as I squeeze him inside me.

“Well, Melissa can answer that best,” I hear Katie say. Oh hell. I turn my attention up the table with a big smile and slightly befuddled look, and wait for my best friend to bail me out again. “How sure are you that we can get the same models for the entire run of ads, Melissa?”

“Not a problem, they’re not life drawings. Just things I did from figure studies. Products of my fevered imagination.” No, I didn’t just say that. Oh hell, Katie’s eyes are laughing…I did. My gaze flicks across to Jason without my willing it, he’s smiling. What on earth does that mean? I see no reason to let him off the hook, “Our imaginations I should say. “Casting” for the characters, setting them, all of it. Because we want the narrative to drive the project, all the artistic decisions were joint ones.”

“Well, that’s a shame…if the campaign moved into TV we’d have liked to have the same people. Still, we’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.” After that, I’m not sure what the suit from Ander’s Travel is saying. My eye obsession has suddenly become unimportant, the whole world had resolved down to mouths. Well, one mouth in particular. Soft lips exploring my mouth, against my throat, sucking on a nipple, tugging aside my panties….all at the same time. And at no point do I have to lose sight of that intoxicating half smile. I’ve uncrossed my legs, spread them just a little to help that imaginary mouth gain access to one of the many places I want it before I realize that the conversation has swung back to me. I thank heavens for big oak tables, as I hastily re-cross them and look up.

Everyone’s looking at me, so I smile and nod, and it seems to satisfy everyone. The time has obviously come for the handshakes and mutual congratulations part of the program. Everyone’s happy, my job is safe. And best of all, I’m up for four weeks free of overwhelming sexual frustration before it’s time for “Kim and Brian,” our well travelled lovers, to start planning their many Spring Breaks.

Fifteen minutes later I’m lying on the couch in Katie’s office, my mind stuck on the feel of Jason’s hand on the small of my back as we left the meeting room. The only thing that saves me sometimes, is that guys never know just how my heart melts when they touch me there. Somewhere in the back of my mind, that hand is tugging my shirt loose and sliding up to undo my brastrap…the rest of me is hearing Katie come through the door after she finishes playing catch up with her secretary.

“You amaze me, Melissa.”

“Hmmm?” I offer back, wondering whether that phantom hand would continue stroking up my spine to push my brastraps off my shoulders, if it would travel down to lift my skirt and cup my ass, or if it would slide forward around my rib cage to pop my breast loose.

“I just didn’t think you’d go for it.”

Ah, there, panic is apparently enough to turn off the fantasy factory in my mind. I stare at Katie, lower lip tightly gripped between my teeth. She sits slowly behind her desk and sighs, “You didn’t know what you were nodding at.” And then there’s nothing but laughter for a couple of minutes.

A long couple of minutes. What the hell have I agreed to? “We’ve got a month’s worth of material ready for the Ander’s campaign, Katie. They want more, and that’s great. They’re going to get back to us with the locations they want us to focus on. I know I said I wasn’t going to do more than first 6 weeks, but I’ll manage.” I blush just a little before jokingly adding, “I’ve learned all about rechargeable batteries.”

She’s still laughing. Oh god, she’s still laughing. And I don’t think it’s at my humour. “Anders,” she gets out between giggles, “loves the campaign. It’s a big hit. They’ve gotten calls from specific business clients, hotels…resorts…ship lines, who want to be in on the deal. Anders is sending you to do on site art work, you seemed to think it was a great idea.”

That sounds familiar, there was something about “would you be free to travel” before we left the room. And then I hear it, a deep, mellow, spine tingling voice that comes from memory rather than fantasy just this once, saying “I’m sure I can find time in my schedule. How about you, Melissa?“ And then I mouth the words that had earlier damned me….”our imaginations, joint artistic decisions,” as I curl up on the couch and bury my moan in a throw pillow.

“Oh Mel,” I hear Katie say as she moves out from behind her desk and kneels beside the couch. “Look, this is for the best, really. When Anders comes back with the itinerary, you and I are going shopping. We’re going to get you a wardrobe that’s going to seduce that boy for you….whether you like it or not. And then you’re going to get him into your bed and out of your system.”

I shake my head violently against that pillow, not ready to look up and face the world yet. It’s not going to happen. Katie’s always looked at the world through a very simple lens, but she fails to take some key things into account. Most importantly….I turn into a blithering idiot any time I’m within 30 feet of that man. I can see this trip already stretching out before me as a list of endless opportunities for me to make a fool of myself.