Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

He drops his hand again and I open my eyes. My heart hiccups in my chest. He’s staring right at me, gauging my reaction.

“Mr West,” I admonish in hardly a whisper, “you’re not being very friendly.”

“Miss Montcalm,” he returns in the same hushed tone, “I’m in need of guidance.”

A wet trail of water escapes from under the towel and runs down his face, ending at his lips. He uses his tongue to swipe at it, and I’m. in. trouble.

Without warning he stands up, his front pressed to mine for a quick moment. I feel every inch of him along me, and I still. Dear God, he’s solid. I hear his soft chuckle as he slides past and moves back to my station. He should look ridiculous with the black gown over his suit, his head still wrapped in that dark towel, but he doesn’t. I have a feeling this guy could wear a trash bag and make it look sexy.

I follow after him, catching sight of Alicia along the way. She throws me something and I quickly catch it. It crinkles in my hand and I look down. It’s a lollipop. I quirk a brow in her direction and she motions for me to pop it in my mouth before wagging her brows and gesturing at Aidan.

I shake my head at her and she moves to me. She makes walking past me look innocent, but she pauses just long enough to whisper in my ear, “You look like you’re struggling, all lusting and shit. Time to reverse the tables, honey. Make him pant.”

“And how am I supposed to accomplish that with a sucker?” I snap back.

She just smiles at me and continues on.

Okay, so she wants me to look like a hussy sucking on this thing in front of Aidan, but that’s not really my sort of jam. I pocket the lollipop, approach the back of Aidan’s chair and remove the towel.

I run my fingers through the length of his hair, trying my hardest to appear all professional. I’m so full of crap, though. Tremors run through my fingers, giving away my façade. Because I like touching him. Fuck, I like it a lot.

“How do you want it?” I ask him, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

He’s staring back at me with tousled wet hair falling over his forehead. His deep brown eyes are filled with mischief. “I’ll let the lady lead.”

I raise a brow. “Relinquishing your power, Mr West?”

“Just this once.”

“You didn’t strike me as the type.”

“I like a woman in control just as much as I like to be in control, Miss Montcalm.”

Lydia, my co-worker on the station next to me, tilts her head in our direction, eyes bulging from her face. Her mouth parts in an O shape.

How many others are listening to his every word? I wonder.

“That’s right,” I reply, recalling our first conversation. “You like your woman untied, unharmed and completely within her right to touch you as much as her little heart desires.”

Aidan’s smile spreads slowly. He’s so charming, I’m momentarily taken off guard by it.

“Good memory, Ivy.”

“Thank you, Mr West.” And before he can knock me off guard again, I add, “Now it’s time for you to shut up.”

*

It’s tragic cutting his hair because it’s so thick and nicely tousled.

But he’s giving me the power and he’s watching me like a hawk. I ignore his attention and this time I don’t falter. I take this very seriously. Hair is critical. When it’s done right, it can really bring out a person’s features.

I give him a classic low taper cut. He’s going to rock it in a suit. It’s professional and stylish and it’s going to really put the focus on his face, especially those incredible cheekbones he’s sporting. I felt those cheekbones too when my fingers got close. I'm still coming down from that high.

When I’m finished the cutting and doing the last-minute finishes, my gaze meets his and I see the cocky glint in his eye. He knows how affected I am by him. So arrogant. Despite giving me the control, he holds the overall power. It’s sort of infuriating, and I’m itching to get the same response out of him.

But how?

With a quick glance in Alicia’s direction, I’m reminded of the lollipop in my pocket. It’s bold and against my comfort, but I’m eager to have him just as shaken. I set the scissors down and pull it out of my pocket. I quickly unwrap it and throw it in my mouth. I try to seem casual, making a light sucking sound as I reach for the gel and squirt some in the palm of my hand. But I can hear his breathing grow faint. His gaze is a weight I can sense and it’s directed at my mouth. I spin the stick of my lollipop, pull it out of my mouth really quick, making sure my lips hug the candy as it leaves my mouth. Then I pop it back in and rub both hands together, mixing the gel together. I style Aidan’s hair, turning his chair slightly in my direction. I feel his finger graze my inner thigh, climing high enough to send pulses through me, and I know it’s on purpose. If he fingered me right here, I wouldn't say no. I'd let him rub my clit to orgasm.

See? This is why I can't be around him. I'm weak.

But he stops touching me after my breathing changes. I think he's losing it, too. As I work the front of his head, I finally look at him. His eyes are zoned in on the sucker. His face is twisted, filled with heat.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he says quietly, meeting my eye.

“Good,” I return, solemnly. “You need to know the damage you leave behind.”

“And you’re teaching me that by making me feel wild?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s how you make most women feel.”

“I just want to know that you feel that