Fifty shades of Scarlet: Part 2…

Fifty shades of Scarlet continues where it left off…

“Wait.”

I stop dead in my tracks. I feel myself lift out of reality. How did I end up in the wrong office… and, more importantly, who is this attractive tutor? And how has he left me feeling so incredibly flustered?

I whip around toward him – probably too aggressively – and I notice my drenched hair has strewn beads of moisture across his chiseled cheekbones.

We stand there. I realise that I’m close enough for him to hear my heart beating through my traitorous chest. I let out one more breath and catch a glimpse of his free hand reaching out behind me.

Slam.

The office door shuts violently.

Could this be happening…?

I feel the hand on my waist reunited with its pair. His arms beg me to stay.

“What’s your name?”

His breath is sweet, inviting.

My heart speeds up and I feel the adrenaline spread from my waist into every inch of my skin. I open my mouth to answer but somehow I know I have no intention of speaking.

I feel so alive and somehow I find the strength to take his face in my hands.

What are you doing, Scarlet?!

But I know he feels it too – this electricity running through my body. He pulls my grasp down around his neck and takes my parted lips with his.

I groan as his tongue slides to meet mine.

Our arms wrap around each other with determination…no…with passion.

Oh. My. God.

The euphoria is intoxicating, and I don’t even notice when I’m lifted off my feet until I feel the surface of his desk beneath me.

His body stiffens and his grasp tightens. My legs wrap around his taught waist.

I feel his powerful weight pressing into me as we both fall back atop his leather-bound books. His breath is rapid now, his hands searching…exploring.

As his fingers manage to find its way down from my neck to curve of my waist, all of my focus travels to this spot. My body seems to intuit what’s coming next.

I feel my face flush with delight as his touch drops again, to my thigh, and then slowly up my skirt. He moans as his fingers find my lace slip.

I’m SO glad I did laundry yesterday!

Suddenly, I’m unsure of where to put my hands, and as his touch reaches beyond the delicate barrier of my underwear, I find I am grasping the desk for anything that might keep me conscious through this feeling.

That’s when we hear a knocking sound.

“Ummm, David? Why is the door locked?” We are suddenly still. His face has turned white and he’s backed away from me.

“Stand up”, he whispers frantically.

I do as I’m told and back away toward the window.

He moves across the room until he’s at the door. I see him take a breath before it flings open.

A young, attractive woman is waiting on the other side. She’s dressed in a trench coat – apparently also having braved the storm. She looks at me inquisitively.

“Hi love – sorry, the door keeps locking automatically. This is one of my students…umm”

“Scarlet.” I add.

“Right. Scarlet. This is my wife Sarah.”