Asleep, chapter 48

She moved slightly in that office chair in his room,
her head supported by her arm, which was propped up
on the left arm of the chair.

Her dark hair fell over her shoulders in loose curls,
and hair mouth was slightly opened
as she watched him from the other side of the room.

Unusual as it was,
she wore a long sleeved black shirt, which she had upended
up to her ellbows.
Her right hand was resting in her lap,
on the fabric of the black, white dotted skirt she was wearing,
which wasn't just long enough to cover her knees.
She wore black leg warmers,
messily put on,
on her slim, crossed legs.
She definately knew how to put on her charms.

Billie looked over,
swallowing hard as he did.
She smiled slightly,
licking her lower lip and biting on it
letting go damn slowly.

There was no way denying that she was teasing him.
Teasing him terribly.

His head snapped and he managed to
break his gaze away from her,
as his mom entered the room.


"Here you are," she said, placing a tray on Billie's writing desk.


"Thank you, Mrs Armstrong."


The girl said, raising her head from her arm to smile up at Billie's mother.

It had been the first time Billie's mother,
according to a new time table,
had been at home when the girl had come to visit Billie.

She had smiled innocently at her,
telling her she wanted to bring him the book
that he had been asking her for.

His mother had welcomed her warmly
and had let her in,
asking if she wanted to stay for dinner.

The girl had refused sweetly,
thanking her for the offer.

And here was now,
sitting in Billie's office chair.

And the way she moved in it,
the way she had her legs crossed,
it was insanely hot,
and Billie had a difficult time not to let it show.

He smiled at his mom.


"Thank you."


His eyes wandered back to the girl,
who was now leaning back in the chair,
sliding forward a bit,
letting her hand slowly wander down her neck.

She smiled at him teasingly,
playing with the necklace she was wearing.