Claire leaned against the restroom stall shaking in reaction. How could this have possibly happened and why didn’t she make a connection that this could be Harold’s Party? Julie had said the name was Winthrop, and she’d never given it another thought. She hoped against hope that she was wrong and Jason hadn’t recognized her. Claire began undressing and vowed to stay in the kitchen the rest of the evening no matter what.
Dear God, she would lose her job with Jason over this; he would never understand why it was necessary to work this job as well as for Danvers. Panic started to set in, and she was shaking so hard her fingers were fumbling trying to unsnap the garters. At just that moment, Claire heard the door open.
“Julie, give me a few minutes, I’m having a hard time with these darn snaps.” Not thinking anything of the silence, she continued on, “God Julie you will never believe what just happened, my boss and his friends were at this party. I thought you said the bachelor's name was Winthrop? I need to stay in the kitchen for the rest of the evening and steer clear of Jason.” As those words were uttered, she was suddenly aware that Julie hadn’t made a single reply. She looked up and was looking into the blue eyes that had haunted her all day.
Time seemed to freeze as she slowly became aware that she was standing in the ladies’ restroom practically naked with her boss leisurely lowering his gaze to the corset that barely contained her br**sts. She could feel her ni**les standing up and saluting. His gaze lowered to the skimpy matching panties and, heaven help her, she could feel her body continue to betray her as heat pooled between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together to try to control the fire that seemed to be spreading through her body like an inferno. Claire finally gathered her wits enough to sputter, “What’re you doing in here? This is the ladies’ restroom.”
“I thought I would visit with the stripper for the evening, how much for a private lap dance for my friends and myself?”
“Wha… What?" stammered Claire, "what do you mean?”
“Well you’re the stripper who jumped out of the cake, correct?”
“No no, I’m not a stripper. I just jump out of the cake with clothes on; I don’t strip!”
“Clothes huh? I’m not sure that qualifies as clothing,” replied Jason with sarcasm dripping from his voice.
It finally dawned on her that she was still standing in a restroom with her boss, almost naked. Claire averted her eyes from his and tried to cover herself with her hands. “Could you please leave? I need to dress, and this is the ladies’ restroom.” She made the mistake of looking up into Jason’s eyes and could feel herself melt. Heat blazed there and with a muttered oath, Jason gripped her arms and dragged her against his hard body.
She went rigid at the sudden contact and tried to pull back as she felt Jason’s palms start gliding lightly up her arms leaving a trail of fire as they settled on either side of her face, his thumb gently rubbing her bottom lip. By this point, Claire had given up any thought of getting free and was mesmerized by the smoldering look in his eyes. As if almost against his will Jason leaned forward and gently laid his lips against hers. His tongue took up the course of his thumb and slowly began stroking her bottom lip. Her heart racing and her ni**les turning to stone, Claire went boneless and sagged into him.
Jason took this as a sign of surrender and suddenly deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Startled at the sudden invasion, a brief moment of reality started to intrude but was quickly clouded as a hot masculine hand slid down her back and firmly cupped the cheeks of her bottom bringing her up into close contact with a hard bulge.
Realizing that she had the power to excite someone like Jason to this degree gave her a sense of heady intoxication as she allowed herself to be firmly molded to his body. Teeth and lips nipping and licking their way down her neck, Claire felt his hand cup the mound of her breast, his thumb slowly flicking the hard nipple through the lace of her corset. “Oh Jason, please!” cried Claire.
“What do you want baby? Tell me,” rasped Jason.
Claire wanted nothing more than to free the hard bulge from his pants and wrap her legs around his hips. She ran her hand down to the butt that she’d admired for so long and pulled him tightly against her, wrapping her ankle around his to bring their bodies even closer together. Jason raised his mouth back to hers and thrust his tongue inside as his hips thrust against hers mimicking the action of his tongue. Just as her hand went to the snap of his jeans, a third voice in the room was heard.
“Well, well, this restroom is certainly getting a lot more interesting!” Claire felt Jason stiffen as she looked over in a daze and met the amused gaze of her friend Julie. “I wondered what was keeping you, and now I see you have a very good reason for taking so long,” Julie laughingly said.
Claire felt her face flame with embarrassment at being caught making out in a restroom like a teenager. She jerked away from Jason and ran into one of the stalls. As the sound of a door slam vibrated through the restroom, Claire could only hope it was Jason leaving so she could quietly die of mortification.