James and Katherine - Chapter
2
It was late and the small house was silent. James
could hear the steady ticking of his watch as he sat in the darkness with only
his thoughts for company. He knew from the grapevine that Laura was spending
the night at a friend’s house and would not be back until morning if then. It
could not be more perfect. James had had time to look around the house if he
wanted to but he avoided that, keeping himself to the living room. He was not a
thief after all and his presence here was for a very different purpose.
He could hear the crunch of the gravel
as the car pulled slowly into the driveway, the headlights briefly lighting up
the living room where he waited. As he heard the footsteps moving towards the
front door, the key being placed into the lock, he reached down into his gut one
more time to find the courage he would need for this evening. The look of shock
on her face as she flipped on the light brought a grin to his face. He had
never seen Mrs.Cartier thrown off balance. She was usually very cool and very
much in command. James would remember that look of surprise on her face, her wide
and perhaps frightened green eyes. He set his glass of scotch down quietly on
the table next to him. He had not touched any of it, it was purely to set the
scene. Katherine was still wearing the same tight skirt, the same fuck me pumps
accentuating those long legs. He could feel his teenage cock starting to rise
just looking at her. With a practiced coldness he looked at her from the
shadows of the room and made his voice sound as quiet and baritone as possible.
“Good evening, Mrs.Cartier. I’ve been waiting for you. It seems that
we need to talk.” The ice in the tumbler clicked perfectly as he took his hand
away from the scotch and folded them on his lap.
“James? Oh my God! You scared me. What are you doing in my house?”
she was still rattled but trying to compose herself as her hand made a gesture
of flattening the side of her skirt.
“Like I said, Katherine. We need to talk. Now then. Why don’t you
put your purse down and get settled. I’ll wait.” Hell, she was going to do
those things anyway. But this way she would be doing as he said. That was
important at this stage he knew. Well, his brother knew.
“James …”
“No, Katherine. Get settled first. We have a lot to talk about you
and I.”
Whether it occurred to her or not she did as he had told her.
Placing her purse on the coffee table she smoothed her skirt under her as she
sat down on the couch. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy from the long
day but for some reason that only made her more attractive. ‘Now then,
Katherine. You are going to sit there and listen. You are going to do this
Katherine because what I am about to say is for your own good. Do you
understand?”
Katherine sat there. Too stunned to talk or simply too curious
about the change that seemed to have taken place in James. At school he was
just one of the crowd of boys who stared after her. Yet now he was something
else entirely. She found herself nodding although she still did not know why.
“Katherine, I do not feel that I have to tell you how attractive
you are or that you have been using your body and those clothes to tease the
entire graduating class. Nor do I have to tell you of the effect your teasing
has been having on those boys. But, Katherine, soon those boys are going to be
men. And they aren’t going to take your teasing any more. In fact, more than
one might decide to do something about it. Do you understand me,
Katherine?”
Silence hung in the room as the moment dragged on. But then the
hint of a smile appeared upon her lips. He could tell that something had gone
wrong. The control he had thought he exerted with his words had slipped
slightly. She lowered her well-manicured eyelashes and spoke softly.
Seductively.
“So what you are telling me then….James, is that I am playing a
dangerous game? A game that I might regret playing?” She raised her eyes
locking them on his own. The way her body moved, the way she walked over to him,
spreading her stance just so, her hands resting on his shoulders. She was like some
primal goddess of sex, of lust, looking down at him with raptor’s eyes as she looked
for any sign of weakness in him. Any hesitation. A slight shudder in his
shoulders. James found himself struggling to remain calm. To simply sit still
and breathe normally.
“But James, you should know by now that I enjoy those games.
Dangerous only makes it more delicious. And as for one or more of those little
boys deciding to do something about it…?”
Fuck, she was on top of him now. Long, toned legs straddling his
lap, her big firm breasts inches from his face. Lips so close to his. And her
eyes…her eyes filling his world. Even her breath was warm and sweet as honey.
She was overwhelming him. He was trapped and they both knew it. “What do you
suppose those little boys might do, James? What would you do?” It was barely a
whisper.
He did not know why he did it. Where it came from. Lord knows he
could not think or use his absent, bloodless brain at this point. He reached
out with both hands, grabbing that long messy hair in strong fists and pressed
her lips hard against his. He held her for a moment, struggling in his grip
before lifting her lips away. The heat in his eyes matched hers. His breath,
hers. The pounding of his heart, hers. The wicked smile on his lips, hers.
They had both, in that instant, known what they had begun.
Now to find out how it would end.