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.
