EroticReverie

Bret Bentley

I could wring my wifes fucking neck for what she did this afternoon. I had no idea who she even fucking was anymore. She'd cheated, and as soon as I'd found out , I told her I wanted her out of the house. Jackie is convinced we can work things out. But I don't want to. Because what nobody else knows, is that it's not the first time she's been unfaithful. Once when we young, and then again , only three years after we were married. I'd forgiven her when we were young, because I chalked it up to the fact that being young, we made mistakes. Even though I was only a few years older than her, I thought I was so fucking wise giving her the benefit of the doubt.  Then when it happened again, three years into our marriage, I'd let her off the hook, because her mother had passed that year, and I chalked it up to grief, to not being in her right mind. What pisses me off, is that I'm sure there were more times, there had to be. I was stupid, and in love, so fucking in love with her, that I couldnt let her go. I let her fucking walk all over me, and still worshipped the ground she fucking walked on after she broke my heart. 

I was a fucking romantic, that was the fucking problem. Jackie..isn't. She plays the part, always has. I think she loved the way America loved us more than she ever loved me, and it's something I realized long ago, but didn't want to admit. She loved the way people looked at us together. She loved being America's fucking sweetheart, but was nothing more than a cold hearted bitch.  

"Are....are you alright Mister Bentley?" a soft voice draws me out of my anger as I sit there not even noticing I'm loosening my tie, angrily tugging at it like it's personally responsible for my shit storm marriage. 

I look at my assistant. Corinna Clemetine. Twenty years old , moved here from Texas just last month. Blonde hair, brown eyes, five foot six, single, and looks damn fucking beautiful in yellow....or...buttercup. I feel the corner of my lips lift slightly at the thought of her correcting me on the color of her dress. So specific, but it seemed to make all the difference, because it was definitely buttercup yellow. 

"Yes." I say simply and she pinches a small bit of the fabric on her dress nervously. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself, because I was making this uncomfortable for her, when that was the exact opposite of the reason I asked her to dinner. 

"Listen I -"

"Do you know a blue whales heart weighs four hundred pounds?" she says, leaving my mouth open. "sorry, what we're you going to say?" she flushes, her cheeks pinkening. 

"what?" I ask, my head cocked. 

"Oh, you were...saying something." she says.

"No...I mean...the blue whale?" I ask and she rubs her hands over the lap of her dress.

"Oh." she says and shakes her head without meeting my eyes. 

"Sorry,  I...wow, that was stupid." she lets out a sigh. 

She has to be pretty nervous to just blurt out random facts like that. Her cheeks are getting more pink the longer i'm silent. 

"Sometimes I feel the need to fill the silence." she says. 

"Four hundred pounds, hmm?" I ask and she lifts her eyes and she nods. 

She's endearing, she's soft. Her voice is soft, her hair is soft, or at least it looks it, her skin looks even softer, and those lips...I bet they're the softest in existance. Her brown eyes..soft..and kind...she's sweet. She's a fucking knockout if I'm honest, which makes sense my soon to be ex wife took one look at her and assumed she was a woman I was seeing, and not my employee. 

She nods. "Yeah...um" she fidgets with her dress still and I look at her short rounded nails, with french manicured tips, I look down to her open toed heels that match her dress so well you'd think it was sold in the store that way, paired specifically with the dress. Her toenails match her fingernails, and her legs are crossed at the ankle as she sits opposite of me with her seat belt strapped across her chest. Her dress is modest, with sleeves to her elbow, and a square cut neck line, the seatbelt crosses over her chest, defining the size of her breasts. Not too big, not too small, they're perfect for her. I can't help but to take it all in, every soft part of her. 

"Their hearts are five feet long too." she says and I'm drawn back to her face and she swallows, blinking at me. 

"That so?" I ask, my lips quirking and she nods. 

"The whale...um...the blue whale as a whole..weighs about forty thousand pounds." she says and I feel my lips curve more. 

"Do you have an affinity for marine biology?" I ask, curious. 

"Oh...no...or...maybe..I don't know....I just have all these random facts in my head..useless stuff...but can never remember the important stuff." she says and chews her lip. 

"Not useless. It makes you charming." I say and she pauses with an open mouth. My dick twitches at the way she turns even more pink. 

"Oh, I don't know about that." she says bashfully, and looks out the window. 

"You're very charming." I tell her and she looks back and swallows and I watch her chest lift slightly as she takes a deep breath.

"Thank you." she says and I just smile. 

"Which is why I feel awful about what happened with my wife earlier." I say.

"Oh. It...it's okay" she says and shakes her head. 

"No" I correct her. "It's not okay. I don't stand for anyone treating another person that way. She had no right to talk to you that way, and I feel responsible, and I'm sorry." 

"You dont have to apologize, you werent the one who yelled at me." she says, her mouth twisting, and she picks again at her dress, my brows furrowing, because it looks like she might cry again just thinking about it. 

"Well, it happened in my home, and I consider my home a safe environment, especially for my staff, and the fact you didn't feel safe Clementine, it bothers me, and I'm sorry, and I hope you don't resign because of it." I say and she lifts her eyes back to me and shakes her head. 

"I won't. I wasn't going to." she says and I nod. 

"Good, I'm glad. I like having you there." I say and she licks her lips. 

"I ..I like being there...um, working there...for you." she says and I know it's entirely inappropriate the way I think about her. That i'd rather be the one working for her, working her body, laying that blonde hair on my pillow, fucking her in that god damn dress. Jesus, ....fucking buttercup yellow.  She's only been working there a few weeks, and I can't take my eyes off her whenever she's in the same room. But she's young, she's an employee, and I'm going through hell with the divorce with Jackie, the last thing I need is to take interest in my assistant. I'm telling myself I asked her to dinner tonight as an apology for the way that Jackie acted towards her. Even though I just want an excuse to fucking look at her, and know more about her. She's endearing, and intriguing, and sweet. The rest of the staff loves her, and just her being there lifts everyones moods. She truly lights up a room, she's god damn sunshine. 

"Tell me another random fact." I say and then watch her brows work. Her lips tighten as she thinks. 

"Ummm" she chews her lips and then her eyes pop when she thinks off one.

"Pufferfish...they have a chemical in them...it's called tetrodotoxin..and they have enough in them to kill thirty people. " she says. 

I've heard that before. 

"It's a delicacy in Japan." I add and she smiles and nods.

"yeah" she answers. 

"Only trained chefs can prepare it." I say. 

"You knew that one already." she says, with a little twist of her mouth as if she's disappointed.

"To be fair...I've had it before." I say and her eyes widen.

"You have?" she asks and I nod.

"I'm not sure i'd risk it." she says shaking her head. 

"It's not worth the risk. Not that good if you ask me." I say and and she bites the inside of her lip.

"Tell me another." I say, just wanting to listen to her talk, to see the little excited jump of her brows again when she thinks of one. 

I smile when I see it, her brows jumping and her eyes widening with the excitment to tell me one of her stored away facts inside her head. 

"Psycho was the first movie to show a toilet flushing." she says and I laugh. 

I watch her smile, and it definitely makes me feel better to see her smiling after watching her cry while Jackie shoved her finger in her face and made her cry as she yelled at her. 

"It's impossbile to hum while holding your nose." she says and I lift a brow.

"No it's not." I say with a little laugh of disbelief. 

"It is too!" she nearly squeaks. "Try it!" she says and lifts her hand up to her nose, pinches it and no sound comes out. 

"you're faking." I say. 

"Just try it!" she laughs as she drops her fingers from her nose and the car stops at a red light. 

"I'll take your word for it." I narrow my eyes at her playfully.

"Just do it!" she laughs, and I can't help but smile. I cock my brow when she undoes her seat belt and moves to the spot beside me and I smile as she slips her hands under thighs and straightens her dress.

"Just hum then" she says and I laugh. 

"No" I shake my head , only because I like seeing her like this, insistent and smiling as she tries to convince me to do it. 

"Please? " she asks as she big brown eyes look at me. Jesus. 

I hum. 

The corner of her mouth lifts.

She lifts her hand and brings it closer, her thumb and pointer pinches my nose shut and the sounds stops, my brows lifting.

"see!" she smiles and drops her hand. "I told you" she says with a little proud lift of her chin as her hand drops away.

but then my hand it the one lifting, taking her lifted chin , sliding my pointer under it, her smile dropping, as I look at her face, my eyes everywhere all at once. Her breath catches, and her lips part slightly, and I watch her eyes, they fall over my face and then back to mine.

"You really are something, you know that?" I ask her quietly and she lets out a soft breath.

"I um...I.." she breathes as I look down at her mouth , and I turn slightly towards her more as the car picks up, moving along as the driver takes us to the restaurant.

"Days on venus" she breathes. "Are longer than years" 

A smile pulls at the side of my lips again and I trail the finger under her chin, down the column of her throat.

"Tell me more about that" I say softly as I trace the hollow of her throat with my finger tip, then slide my finger over her collar bone as she licks her soft lips.

"It has...a ..slow axis rotation" she says as I slide my hand up the curve her neck and skim my thumb over her jaw as I slip my hand behind her head slightly. .

"It takes..two hundred and forty three ..Earth days...to spin once" she says and I nod slowly, moving my face closer to hers, her eyes close briefly as I sink my fingers up into her hair. Soft. So fucking soft. The slightest little gasp leaves her lips, followed by the softest little moan. 

"But it only..." she opens them. "takes two hundred and twenty five Earth days...to go around the sun" she says. 

"I have a fact for you" I whisper, my mouth close to hers.

"Okay" she says, breathing quickly, and I lift my other hand to the side of her face, the other still in her hair, and I clutch her hair softly and watch her eyes flutter, and her mouth parts. I love the response she's giving me, the way she's reacting to me and already I know, I'm going to lay her down and claim her, if it's the last thing I fucking do.

"the Earth...." I whisper, my breath brushing over lips. 

"it stops spinning everytime I look at you" I tell her and she looks right in my eyes, her mouth partially open as she breathes over my mouth and lets out the softest whimper. 

"And I don't want to go another rotation on Earth's axis, without you knowing how badly I want to kiss you" I tell her. 

A small sound comes from her. 

"oh" she says and I smile softly and then tilt my head slightly, her eyes closing and mine follow, as I lean in, closing the distance, pressing my lips to hers.