Worlds Apart (Open)

And in fact, she will also notice that the food itself has all ready arrived.

"Oh good, I'm glad you are here. My office wasn't too difficult to find?"

His desk is quite large, and is empty except for the bags of chinese food. A precautionary perhaps against any spillage.

"Well I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I ordered a bit of everything." In fact there is a bit of food there, enough to feed probably five or six.

"You look very nice." He says, "Not to say, you didn't look nice before, but well, just never mind."
 
Ophelia shook her head and walked carefully to the desk, sitting down in one of the chairs and sinking into it, and then having difficulty reaching the food. With a sigh she shook her head and stood up again. That would not work.

Removing her shoes as so not to scuff his desk, she gingerly sat on the edge of the desk and began opening up the boxes of food, passing plates and plastic silverware to him as well as a pair of chopsticks, two pairs which had been included in the delivery, because she didn't know which he prefered.

Busying herself setting everything out, she shook her head again. "I hope you either have an enormous appitite or a fridge somewhere to store leftovers. There is no way I am going to be able to eat most of this. Not and keep my girlish figure."

Laughing she passed him a soda which she noticed he had ordered as well and then set out a place for herself. Waiting for him to start dishing his food, she then filled her plate and, choosing the chopsticks, started to eat.

"Delicious," She said swallowing the first bite,"You have very good taste. And good manners too. I thank you for the compliment but I am fully aware that I am in jeans and a wet shirt, grimy with the heat even though I doused myself with water. A bath at the sink is no match for a nice bubble bath."

She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. "I doubt I am the kind of girl you are used to buying lunch for."

Lea sat there eating for a few minutes in a very companionable silence before voicing something that had been on her mind since he had handed her the address to this place.

"You know," She said sipping on her soda,"I know nothing about you at all and I wanted to ask you. Do you always go around rescuing poor maidens in distress or did you just feel particularlly sorry for me last night?"
 
"Well if a bubble bath is what you desired, I'm sure that we can arrange something." Replies Richard with a bit of a grin, as he takes a sip of his coke.

But he then dishes himself some food, filling his plate with a variety of items.
He glanced over at Lea every once in awhile, liking the way she was slightly draped over his desk.

"But you are quite correct, you are not the usual kind of person I buy lunch for, you have a personality. But to answer your question, I did not realize you were in a damsel in distress." He says with a slutry smile.
 
Ophelia blushed deeply and stammered out, "Um..no..no thanks. I think I can wait for the bubble bath until I get back to the mansion." Though she didn't doubt that he probably did have a tub for just such a purpose somewhere on the premises.

She chuckled at his comment on the women he usually bought dinner for and moved to tuck her legs under her as she ate so that she was sitting more on the desk with just her feet over it. It was amazing how he could keep her laughing in spite of everything.

Lea looked up at him and then quickly down as she caught his smile. She wondered if that kind of sexy, come hither smile was just part of his personality. No wonder he could find the most beautiful women to go out with him like the one at the party.

"Hummm, lets see," She said with a smile of her own,"I almost lost my job and was in debt for a dress costing me, I would estimate, about six sets of clothing that I would buy with no way to pay it back and still save up for college and suddenly my job is saved and here I am doing a day of work for you that will, conviently, cover the cost of said dress."

"I mean there wasn't a dragon and I am not exactly a princess and you weren't wearing a suit of armor, though I have the feeling you probably own one, but yeah...a damsel in distress would be a good word and it was a definate rescue."

Putting down her plate, she looked at him in a curious way. "So, if you don't enjoy going out with women like that, why do you? I mean, I am assuming you don't because of the comment you made. Why don't you find someone who interests you and can hold a conversation about things that you like instead of going for the georgeous but ditzy kind? I am sure you could get any woman you want. Or is that what you want?"

Then she shook her head,"Never mind, none of my business. Just my overwhelming curiosity kicking in before my brain can tell me that it's rude to ask. Sorry about that. Forget I asked."
 
Richard thinks about it. "Well if I wanted to, I could have had you crushed beneath my thumb." He gives her this truly innocent smile. "But of course as interesting as that sounds, it does get rather old quickly. I mean, while you might like to be tied up, legs spread and beat with a riding crop, I didn't feel I knew you well enough to try that punishment yet."

"As to answer your other question, which I will answer, I don't really meet women like that. Too many of the richer woman tend to have no personalities. They are the ones whom circles I seem to be in."

He leans forward and asks her, "So do you really thnik I could get any woman?"
 
Ophelia wrinkled her nose at his comment of what he could have done. "Watch it, your arrogance is showing," She said to him and stuck out her tongue.

Looking down at him as he leaned over the desk, she leaned in to where she was almost nose to nose with him and said in a low voice,"When was the last time you looked in a mirror, Mr Kensington?"
 
"Arrogance, or a promise of things to come?" He replies with a wink.

But as he finds himself nose to nose to Lee, Richard smiles as he answers her question. "Why, do I have something in my teeth?"
 
Ophelia sighs and sits up, looking at him sternly. "Really!" She says,"You are one of the most frustrating men I have ever met, Mr Kensington. I don't know quite what to make of you."

Giving him a dark look, she added,"And I shall ignore that other comment seeing as how I am assuming it was made in jest and you felt free to make it because of our drastically different social standings and the fact that we shall never see each other after today. I am sure you would never talk to one of the women you date like that." She couldn't help but feel a blush creep up her neck and she wished that she had put her hair down instead of up now.

Standing up, she began to clear away their lunch, not looking at him. "You are very personable, Mr Kensington. If your chisled good looks were not enough you have a wonderful sense of humor, a sharp wit and the Knight in Shining Armor routine will make a woman swoon every time. However, since I am here in the capacity of a temporary employee I don't have the time to swoon and I am afraid that I would break some expensive piece in the office if I even tried. So, now that lunch is over with, what else do you need me to do?"
 
Richard bit his lip, as usually that line worked quite well. He watched as Ophelia talked and started to clean up lunch. He finally stood, and walked beside her. "Well first, you should finish lunch." He holds out two fortune cookies.

"It is considered bad karma to not eat your fortune cookie."

He then places his other hand on her own. "And I do apologize if I offended you, it wasn't my intention."
 
Ophelia felt a shock at the touch of his hand and she quickly took the cookie and extracted her own hand from his.

"You didn't insult me," She said with a small sniff feeling like a fool in light of his warm apology. Once again she had overracted to a situation and it had left her feeling less than intellegent.

Opening the cookie, she read the fortune to herself. Your Destiny is Before You. Now what did that mean? Looking up from the small slip of paper, she stared at what was right before her and blushed deeply, stuffing the paper into a jean pocket before he could see it, praying that he hadn't been reading it since he was so close and popping half the cookie in her mouth.

"Yes, well," She cleared her throat,"Where do I put up the leftovers and what else do you have for me to do?"
 
He watches as she puts her fortune away into her pocket. "I've always found if your fortune isn't to your liking, you should add the phrase, "Between the Sheets." It'll at least make it humorous."

He shakes his head, "Don't worry about the leftovers, I'll take care of them, what kind of computer experience do you have?"
 
His 'Between the Sheets' comment caught Ophelia by surprise, especially after reading her fortune and seeing what was 'Before' her. Coughing, she choked a bit on the cookie in her mouth, pounding her chest and reaching over the desk to grab her soda to wash down the offending bit of hard dough. As she reached for it, she didn't realize that she was presenting a good view of her jean clad ass, the material stretched tight as she reached over the desk.

Taking a drink, she waited for the coughing to subside and then turned around to lean back on the edge of the desk, trying to act like nothing had happened.

"Computer?" She said clearing her throat,"I know a bit about it. I can type or keyboard pretty good. About 40 wpm. I taught myself on one of those personal computer disks. If you show me how your program works I am sure I can do it without messing it up too badly."
 
Once again Richard got the nicest view of Ophelia. As she bent over the desk, he had an image of slamming her at the same desk. Seeing as how she wanted to pretend like nothing had happened, he decided to do the same. Although his eyes did stroll merrily up her body once again.

"It is nothing overly complex, I simply need some computers cleaned." By cleaned of course he meant the software cleaned.

He motions for her to follow, giving her quite the enticing smile. They go two doors down, to a room with three computers. He motions to a chair in front of one of the computers for her to have a seat.
 
Was he just eyeing her? No. She shook her head dismissing the thought as soon as it came into her head and followed him. Sitting down at the first computer, she turned it on and listened to his instructions on how to do it. That is listening as she pulled her thoughts back from the fact that he was standing close behind her occasionally leaning over her shoulder to point something out.

When he was done, she hoped she had heard enough to follow his instructions. The time had been very distracting. Opening up the programs he specified she began to work, trying to ignore the fact that he was still there and so very close.
 
Richard took a sniff of Ophelia. Even though she was sweaty, grimy, she still smelled great. He looked down at her neck, which he decided was quite a kissable neck. As he leaned over her shoulder, he got a very nice look down her front at her raising and lowering cleavage.

"Yes, we had some problems with employees downloading porn on their computers, so these three need to be cleaned. I figured it would be best if I hired an outside source, a good way to get rid of rumors."
 
"An outside source, huh?" She chuckled,"And what makes you think it's safe for me to know all this? You only met me yesterday and I am a poor little maid living on a shoestring budget. You just might have to keep an eye on me to make sure I keep your secret."

Looking over at him, she found the laughter dying in her throat. She hadn't realized just how close he was leaning over her shoulder, his face right next to hers. For a long moment she found herself sitting there just looking at his lips so very close. All she would have to do was move a fraction of an inch and...Woah! back down, reverse, U-Thur here! Lets not going and getting thoughts in our heads. Way out of your league, Girl, just remember that, waaayyyy out of your league.

Forcing herself to turn around and look back at the computer screen she said,"Right, clear off all the nuddie pics. Let me run a search and see what I can do. Might take a bit. Pop ups are a real killer."

Realizing what that might sound like she blushed and said,"Not that I ever...but I have a kid brother who would have gotten in alot of trouble if I hadn't helped him..." She gave up the explanation and started searching through the hard drive for anything resembling pornogrphy to clean it off of the memory.
 
"Well it isn't so much I need the news to not hit the paper, so much as other employes talking about it. I don't need gossip of who is downloading what kinds of nudie pics on the computer."

Then she turned and looked into his eyes. He was sorely tempted to lean in that final inch, and just as he was about to, she spun her head again.

"Ok, then it sounds like I found the correct person for this job. I'll check back in a little while." He then leaves her to her own work.
 
Ophelia took a moment to steady her breathing and her nerves. How was it that he could effect her like this? This was only the second day she had known him. And she still didn't know him.

"Okay, thoughts on your work," Ophelia said, stifling a yawn. She really hadn't slept well last night. Bending to her work, it took some time to make sure everything was cleared from the computers. By the time she looked up, it was after 4 pm.

He was right there was alot of stuff that a company computer shouldn't have on it. And the popups were horendous. They were what had taken the longest.

Standing, she stretched and headed back to his office. Opening up the door, she found he was not in there. Looking back down the hallway she decided that she really didnt want to get lost in this huge place so she went in and sat down on the sofa in the office, leaning her head back and closing her eyes for a minute. Yawning, she wondered when he would be back but before she could contemplate it she had drifted off to sleep.
 
Richard had axtually been in the bathroom when Ophelia had finished her work. He had gone to check on her, and finding her not at the computers, returned to his office. It is there he found her asleep on his couch.

He examines her body, marvelling at how very attractive she looks. He steps closer, not wanting to disturb her. He looks at those lips, which twice today he has attempted to kiss, and been denied both times.

He walks over to her, and looks down, he wonders what could be the harm, so he leans down and kisses her lips. Quite softly, so as not to wake her.

Then he takes a few steps back, and in so doing, strikes a lamp, which bangs it into a wall. Enough noise to wake anyone.
 
Ophelia jumped at the crash and looked wildly about, the motion loosening her hair and making it fall down to her shoulders, the pin flying off in some direction and landing on the carpet. Running her hand thorugh her hair, she looked around and tried to figure out where she was. When she saw him picking up the lamp, it all came back to her and she laughed out loud, pointing to the lamp.

"Didn't do it!" She said and then went into gales of laughter again, clutching at her stomach. She didn't know why but seeing him human enough to be klutzy made her laugh so hard she couldn't stop. "Oh, oh, oh..." She said gasping for breath,"I can't believe it. The Great Mr Kensington, suave and debonair, glib and witty and ohh so handsome." She had to pause to wipe tears from her eyes. "He's human! Now THAT is news worth spreading!"

Looking at him she began to laugh again, but not as hard as before. It was soft laughter of pure mirth at seeing him in this light.
 
Richard smiled as he listened to Ophelia laugh. It was a good sound, something he doubted she got to do too often.

Once the lamp was straightened, he looked at Ophelia still chuckling at him. Her hair was down now, and his desire for her was up.

"You have a very pretty laugh," he says as he walks over to sit next to Ophilea on the couch. "I was trying not to disturb you from your nap, and backed into the lapm on accident."

He studies her, "But yes, I am quite human, with wants and desires even."
 
Smiling, Ophelia reached down to take off her shoes so she could put her feet up on the couch. Sitting sideways on the couch, facing him, her legs crossed indian style, she tilted her head to look at him.

"Ahh, now we are back to the flattery, are we?" She shook her head, her hair falling to settle on her shoulders when she stopped,"Go back to being human. I like that more. When you do flattery and ooze charm you seem like you are that snobbish, have to charm everyone person at the party. I definatly like you better human."

Putting a finger on her chin, she leaned towards him and, in a conspirital tone, she said,"Wants and desires, huh? So, tell me Mr Kensington, exactly what are these wants and desires and are they legal?" The smile on her face told him that she was teasing about the last part.
 
Richard paused at that. "No they are not legal," he says with a smile. Then he glances at his watch. "It would appear to be the end of the day, which means your work day is finished. Which means, that you have now officially paid off the dress, which means you are no longer an employee, and not even a temporary employee." He looks into her eyes, "Which means I can now legally do this." He leans forward and once again kisses her on the lips.
 
Ophelia was not in the least prepared for what happened. She had raised her eyebrow when he mentioned that his desires were not legal wondering what they could be. And when he mentioned that the work day had ended and she was no longer an employee, she figured that he ment that the conversation was over and it was time for her to go.

So, when he leaned in and kissed her she found, for the umpteenth time that day she felt frozen in place, not sure what to do. For a moment she did nothing and then she raised her hands to his shoulders. Whether she ment to push him away or not she could not clearly remember because at that time the kiss deepened and she found herself putting her arms around his neck instead.

Leaning into the kiss, the thought occured to her that she was probably just a passing fancy, that after tonight he wouldn't even remember her but at that moment she didn't care. She was here, alone with him and his lips were soft and demanding on her own.

After what seemed like an eternity he lifted his head up and there she was, her arms around his neck, breathing heavily from the kiss. Looking up into his eyes she couldn't think of any witty comeback.

"Oh," She said softly,"I see."
 
Richard was glad he didn't get slapped. That was always a concern. He then felt her get deeper into the kiss. That was what he was wanting then. As their kiss breaks he looks into her eyes. "I'm glad you do." He whispers back, and then locks lips with her again.

This time the kiss is more intense, as Richard lets his tongue explore her mouth. Feeling the sweetness inside. His arms have come around her, pulling her close.

As he breaks the kiss for a second time, he begins to kiss her neck. With intensity and passion, he kisses her neck, tasting the sweat that was there earlier.
 
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