Creative Writing: The Second Brett's Revenge

The second Brett determined to exact revenge on Elena for her perceived rejection, there she went with her cute expressions and sarcastic teasing, almost eliciting a full blown-laugh. A second before, his heart had lurched when he sensed a vulnerability in her eyes and the possibility she'd been about to sing a different tune. However, it'd quickly faded, if it'd ever existed at all.

"Of course, I won't make it too soon." Thankfully, he refrained from showing his true amusement, with only the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips, as he piled their plates in the sink. "The later you leave, the more crowed the streets will be and, you know I always have the best interests of my favourite employee at heart. On that note, don't forget about

Because she was fucking gorgeous. Her pose reminded him of the evening she'd performed the striptease; was that really two days ago? As had happened on the occasion, the visage again transfixed Brett. No matter how many times he'd seen or explored a woman's naked body, there existed a different erotic element, just as arousing, with her clothed. Especially when the woman in question was Elena Reston attired in only his shirt; shoulder bared and toned legs visible all the way to her thighs. Add in the fact Brett knew without a doubt that she was sans panties underneath

Two could play the game. "I tried, but they requested too large a percentage of your fee, therefore sending you on a date is more lucrative for me."

Carmody caught up with Elena after she walked away, tugged her around to face him and gently cupped her chin in his hand. Voice lowered to whisper, "Take the shirt off," he maintained unwavering eye contact and caressed her lips with his thumb, then slowly pushed it into her mouth. Simultaneously, Brett loosened the knot on his robe and shrugged out of it.

"And try this on." A second later he broke contact, stepped back, stark naked except for wearing a huge grin, and tossed the garment at Elena. "Whilst I change for work. As honoured as I am that you chose to spend your free day with me, business doesn't stop. Luckily, there's nothing between us or you'd probably never leave, huh?"

Was that bitterness again?

"However, as long as you do plan to stick around, I might as well take advantage. Do you mind terribly brewing a fresh pot of coffee, then helping me catch up on filing, I'm terrible at paperwork. It pays fifteen an