“I...um...”
Christopher’s nose twitched. He looked at her stumbling for an answer, and he wondered what the problem was. How had Allison gotten so wet? Why was she so wildly soaked right now? He wanted to ease the truth out of her, but she really was dripping everywhere. Aside from that, it really was winter, and she really did look cold.
“First things first,” Christopher gestured to Allison’s body.
“What’s the first thing?”
“You need to get out of those clothes, Allison.”
“What?” Allison’s mouth dropped open just the slightest bit, and Christopher’s cock hardened. Yeah, he knew that asking someone to get naked in his office probably wasn’t the best way to start the holiday season. He couldn’t resist, though, and he couldn’t let politeness and good manners get in the way of keeping her safe.
“You’re soaking wet, kitten.”
“Well, if you have a towel or something...”
“We’re in my office. I don’t keep towels here. Now, you came here instead of going anywhere else. You could have gone home, or to your own office, or down to the locker rooms that are next to the employee gym on the second floor. You didn’t. You didn’t do any of that, which tells me you want to see me.”
“Yes,” she whispered. Allison nodded. “I do want to see you.”
“And I want to hear everything you want to tell me. You need to dry off first, though, so let me ask you again: will you take off your clothes?”
It was perhaps the most awkward way he’d ever gotten a woman out of her clothes, but he didn’t have time to stress or worry about it. She was going to get sick if she didn’t dry off soon. He didn’t give a fuck about the wood flooring in the office, although that would probably be damaged, too.
“Okay,” Allison finally nodded. She reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged. It clung to her body like a second skin, and soon, she was frustrated and shivering. It simply wouldn’t come off. It was far too clingy.
“Turn around,” Christopher growled. He was doing this as a favor. It wasn’t anything else.
Allison listened, turning around so that she was facing the wall. Her back was to Christopher, and he reached out, grabbed her clothing, and tugged it up and off. Her shirt came off easily beneath his touch. Then he unhooked her bra. It fell forward, and she caught it before tossing it aside. Allison covered her breasts before he could look, not that he was going to. He might be a dick, but he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.
“Now the pants.”
“There’s a button,” she whispered.
Christopher stepped forward so he was right behind Allison. He reached around to her front, placing his hands on her tummy. He was very aware of the dampness of her skin as he slid his hands down to the button that kept her pants up. Allison barely breathed as he touched her, moving just a little bit closer so that he could unhook it more easily. Then he reached for the zipper and tugged, lowering it.
“Christopher,” she whispered.
“Allison.”
They were touching now. His chest was pressed against her back. Her skin was cold, but he’d warm her up. He didn’t care. Christopher reached for the top of her pants and pushed, shoving them down.
“Wait,” Allison whispered. Christopher realized that she still had shoes on. How could he have been such a fool? He dropped to the floor, kneeling behind her. Her pants were bunched around her knees, but her panties were still on. Sure enough, her heels were still on, too.
“Step up,” he tapped her left shoe. She lifted her foot, and he unhooked the strap and slid the shoe off. He repeated this with her right foot, and then he got back on his feet.
“Thank you.”
“It was nothing.”
“I’m almost naked.”
“I know.”
“I want you to see me.”
Christopher stilled. He hadn’t been expecting that. That wasn’t what this was about. Was this the most erotic encounter of his entire life? Yes. Yes, it was. He wasn’t trying to get anything out of Allison, though. They’d kissed, and it had been wonderful, but then they hadn’t talked. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure if she even liked him very much. Maybe she was just as confused as he was.
“Allison, I just want to warm you up.”