Free Layers: Book One by Tl Alexander Page A

instantaneously gets hard—real hard, or as in my case, hard and twitchy.
    She candidly peeked at my crotch. I think she even rolled her eyes and shook her head, but I can’t recall. I knew I was making an ass out of myself but I didn’t care. I just stood there with a shuddering dick and a dumb, shit-eating grin. But again I didn’t fucking care.
    We shook hands and I think I mumbled something but I don’t remember what and it didn’t really matter. I just stood gripping her hand like a vice and when she tried to pull her hand away I wouldn’t let it go. I just couldn’t. Something strange and powerful ran through me and I needed to be—stuck to her like super glue. I held her hand like it was my lifeline—my savior. It wasn’t until she took her other hand, put it over mine and pried our hands apart that I finally came to my senses. I was being a freakin’ horny dumb-ass tool. And again I didn’t care.
    Alexia Elizabeth Keith was frankly the most beautiful woman that I have ever met. Okay, beautiful is a lame adjective—let’s say stunningly breathtaking. Because that’s how I felt and still feel when I look at her. She takes my breath away.
    When she finally pried our hands apart we sat down. She said something about her new position but I was too busy just taking her in. She completely captivated me. She was perfection, from her long wavy dark blond hair to the tips of her pink painted toes. Her skin glowed like a heavenly soul. Okay, maybe not heavenly, but it did glow. Speaking of heaven—dear holy God those eyes.
    Remember a few paragraphs back I mentioned she had green eyes. Well at first I thought they were green but when I really took them in they were more like the color of the ocean. Not green or blue but aqua—aqua like the ocean and I couldn’t wait to swim in them. And dear Lord that wide and wonderful mouth. It was made for me to fuck. Please. God. Soon.
    Did I mention she’s tall? Five nine or ten—the perfect complement to my six–two. And of course legs that go on for miles. Can’t have a perfect woman without them. She’s thinnish, but not like a model…more muscular like an athlete, with graceful curves.
    Her jacket concealed her breasts, but I knew as sure as my next breath that they would fit my hand perfectly, and my mouth watered just thinking about sucking on her tits. I’d only gotten a quick peek of her ass but what I saw—oh my.
    Our conversation continued and I do remember her saying something about restructuring or resurrecting the department. Who the hell knows—it started with the letter “r.” I think. I recall smiling and nodding and shaking my head a lot. I didn’t say much because I couldn’t fucking think straight.
    My dick was no longer shuddering but it remained rock hard. It was a hell of a day to forget to put boxers in my gym bag and have no extras at my office. I was commando and my unit was bunkered down hard against the railroad tracks of my zipper.
    After a while my dick went numb and my ears stopped buzzing and the noise coming out of her perfect mouth began to sound like words. We actually started having a two-way conversation. She even laughed at one of my lame jokes. I mean she really laughed. She even snorted. It was weirdly endearing.
    Another thing that was weird was that she never talked about herself not even in a professional sense. Most women and, yeah, even a lot of men never stop talking about themselves. And if they weren’t talking they were fishing for compliments and reassurances. Alexia never fished—she didn’t even bait her hook.
    I knew that she was intelligent and dedicated. I had read her resume. She speaks like five or six friggin’ languages. I was definitely going to be taking advantage of her linguistic skills. I could use an interpreter. Okay, I know that most of my foreign business associates speak perfectly good English, but a guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do.
    A few more minutes passed and she discreetly