Arousing Amelia by Ellie Jones Page B

doorstops.
    “I’m so
sorry,” she said. “It was entirely my fault. I’ll replace your
shirt, of course. Meanwhile, let me try to repair it. I always
carry a needle and thread in my purse.”
    “No problem. I
have a spare shirt in the office in case I mess up. I guess now is
as good a time as any to use it.”
    “I feel
awful.”
    “At least no
one saw what happened… except me.” He reached to the collar of her
white top and straightened it. Their eyes locked again.
    She followed
him to a tiny, windowless office, on the floor below. He was a
good-looking guy, possibly ten years her junior, with dark hair, a
strong jaw, and eyes that laughed as he talked.
    “So what does
Hubby think about you wanting to work?”
    Amelia shook
her head. “I’m afraid I lost my husband more than eighteen months
ago.”
    “Jeez… I’m so
sorry.”
    “That’s okay.
You didn’t know.”
    “It must be
hard for you.”
    She nodded.
“Harder for the girls.”
    “How
many?”
    “Two. Jenny
and Paulette. They’re great kids.”
    Karl smiled.
“Two sounds absolutely right.”
    Amelia looked
up. He was a beautiful young man, with smiling eyes that danced in
the light. Without warning, her stomach lurched again.
    “They must
miss their Daddy. You, must miss him as well.”
    Her voice
suddenly sounded husky. “Very much.” She cleared her throat. “Do
you have any children?”
    He shook his
head. “I don’t even have a girlfriend. She dumped me a few weeks
ago for a more expensive model. He owns a business. Better
prospects.”
    “Ouch!”
    He took a new
shirt from a cupboard, tore the wrapping off, and shrugged the torn
one from his body. Amelia gazed with fascination. He had wide
shoulders, powerful arms, and was full of gorgeous skin. He seemed
completely unselfconscious as he slipped on the new shirt and
tucked it into his trousers.
    What an
exquisite thing that would be, to put her hands down his trousers
and tuck in his shirt…
    “Okay. I’ll
get that drink now.”
    Amelia watched
him leave through the door. His ass looked tight and muscular,
delightful. He came over as vibrant, so full of life that her blood
pressure shot up. Right now it was probably through the roof. He
exuded something totally raw and exciting, and it caused her head
to spin in a crazy way. She couldn’t remember the last time someone
stirred her like that.
    In a short
while, Karl returned balancing a tray with two cups and a plate of
cookies. “I thought something to chew on might help you feel
better, especially considering its lunchtime. I always feel better
after a custard-cream.”
    “You’re very
kind.”
    Stupidly,
while he was out, Amelia had gathered up her short skirt so it
draped scarcely below the line of her bottom. She suddenly realised
how skimpy her panties were. As she bent to choose a cookie, he
probably had a good eyeful of the bare cheeks of her ass. She was
also aware her cleavage could be visible as she leaned over. He
might even be able to see her nipples, but of course he’d already
had a perfect view of them.
    It dawned on
her that she had become very sexually charged. Impishly, she stayed
low, allowing him to study her as much as he desired. Amelia all at
once wanted to indulge this beautiful young male.
    She eventually
straightened and walked past him, noting that he hadn’t taken his
eyes off her the whole time. Being small but attractive, she often
elicited reactions from people, but this appeared to be different.
The air seemed saturated with sexual chemistry; something she
hadn’t experienced for a long time.
    He cleared his
throat. “I’ll bet it feels odd to be back here again after all that
time away.”
    “I must say
I’d have been a lot better if the kids hadn’t splashed juice all
over my business suit.”
    Karl shrugged.
“What difference does an outfit make providing you’re smart; what
matters is the person inside. You look simply fine, very
attractive; very sexy if I might say.”
    She shot