The Geek Job by Eve Langlais

Chapter Two

Anthony pushed his glasses back up on his nose as he stepped from the cab that deposited him outside of the hotel housing the conference. He couldn’t believe he’d made it. For the last three years, he’d buried himself in his work at Mr. Thibodeaux’s lab. He’d shown little interest in leaving the property given the fascinating project he worked on, a project he’d reluctantly left to attend this conference, yet, how could he refuse? They’d selected his paper on DNA abnormalities where he’d theorized that a simple twist of a DNA strand could make a person’s condition seem unreal, supernatural even, like Mr. Thibodeaux for example. The man exhibited a fatal allergy to the exposure of UV rays and required vast amounts of iron and blood transfusions to keep his body healthy. In times past, the superstitious masses would have condemned his employer as some unnatural creature, a vampire. Ridiculous, of course. Mr. Thibodeaux suffered from an allergy which came about as a result of some warped DNA strands. A genetic anomaly was the culprit here, not mystical nonsense.

With science, he would prove monsters did not, in fact, exist, and if all went well, he would cure them. Then—

A body jostled him as he stood woolgathering on the pavement; a feminine form whose tantalizing perfume made his salivary glands work overtime. How strange, given both his mind and body knew a woman didn’t provide bodily sustenance.

“I’m awfully sorry for bumping into you like that.” The sultry voice slid around him and, to his mortification, his cock twitched.Surely it hasn’t been that long since I’ve taken care of my bodily needs that my penis would show a sexual interest just from a voice?He’d have to rectify his neglect later in the shower before he embarrassed himself.

Anthony had to look down to see the owner of the voice, his freakish height as always making him stand out, which made her not seeing him so odd. But he forgot all about her clumsy nature when he saw her.

Tall herself, even in the flats she wore, she gazed up at him in surprise. Anthony lost his train of thought, drawn into her soft green eyes flecked with brown. His gaze took in her lustrous brown hair caught up in an untidy chignon, and her proper, yet sensual, attire which consisted of a fitted cream jacket over a crimson blouse tucked into a pencil thin, black skirt. Her smooth, lightly tanned skin provided a perfect contrast to her pink glossed lips.

Humor glinted in her expression and her mouth tilted into a partial smile. Anthony struggled to regain control of himself and blushed as he realized she’d caught him staring. His heart sped up as he strove to find his voice in the face of the most beautiful woman he’d ever encountered. “Uh, no harm done. I guess I shouldn’t have been blocking the sidewalk.”

“No, it’s my fault for not looking where I walked,” she replied, her gaze not wavering from his, sending a shiver racing down his spine.

Her close proximity not only affected his lower regions, it made his pulse race. Anthony knew he needed to escape and regain his composure, then he’d need to figure out why one pretty woman flustered him so. “Um, well, I should get inside and get signed in.” His genius in the lab, as usual, didn’t extend to his banter.

“Are you also here for the conference?” she asked in a low tone that set his body tingling and made the blood in his brain rush elsewhere.

“Uh, yes. I’m actually one of the speakers.” Anthony flushed at his boast.

“Really? How fantastic,” she purred. “I’m here for just one of the speakers. I’m just dying to hear Anthony Sevall talk. I read his paper on DNA and myth and just loved it. He is so brilliant.”

Anthony’s body suffused with heat and he wanted to reply, but his lips refused to move, mostly out of fear he’d say something dorky and scare her off. The confidence he enjoyed among his peers evaporated in the face of his immense attraction to her.

She didn’t seem to notice anything amiss; although, he surely looked like the world’s biggest doofus standing there like a mute.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” She smiled before she turned and strutted off with a wiggle that made Anthony close his eyes, hoping the blood in his penis would return to his brain. Thank science he wore baggy trousers and a long jacket.

He cursed his social ineptness at the prime opportunity, now lost, to introduce himself and ask the gorgeous woman to dinner. In a fantasy world, where he didn’t turn into a stammering schoolboy, he would have swept her off her feet with his witty banter and smarts. He would have wined and dined her, all the while charming her with his intellect. At the end of the repast, she would have come back to his room where he would have worshipped every sun kissed inch of her body while she moaned his name.

Could have, should have. Anthony sighed. He was a researcher not a suave Casanova, and it didn’t take a genius to realize his reality sucked.

* * * *

Lexie checked in at the front desk, her room conveniently situated next to the giant scientist, a string that Frederick had pulled to ensure the ease of her task. As she waited for her room card, she pondered the geek she needed to protect. Turning part way, she could see him through the glass front doors, still standing outside. His dumbstruck expression warmed her.

While Anthony Sevall looked the part of nerdy scientist with his pale complexion, large glasses and untidy hair, his height took her by surprise. Sure the report listed him at seventy-six inches, but for some reason she hadn’t clued in that it would make him tower over her. In her world, geeks were supposed to be short and round shouldered, not freakishly tall next to her five foot nine.And I didn’t pack heels.Expecting a shorter stature, slouching target, she’d packed her flats so as to not appear too imposing.I wonder, if I can order up some heels?

Another surprise was the fact her wolf showed an interest in the human, waking and staying attentive during their conversation. Strange, because her canine side usually waited for blood and violence to rouse itself. She paid it no mind though. Who knew what intrigued her beast. Maybe it had scented the fact her skittish geek was prey—a male red riding hood to her big bad wolf. Lexie bit her lip so as to not snort at that last thought.

The desk clerk handed her a key card, his expression fawning. Lexie growled and giggled when the youth blanched.

With a wiggle she knew would turn heads, she made her way to the elevator. A sideways glance showed Anthony, who’d finally come in with bright cheeks, watched her.Don’t worry, my giant geek. You’ll be seeing me again real soon.

Lexie found her room and slid her key card in the slot. She stepped in and dropped her luggage. She quickly went to work, unlocking the door that adjoined her room to Anthony’s in case of an emergency. She performed a rapid check of his quarters to ensure nothing dangerous waited to surprise her target, but saw nothing more menacing than a pillow mint, which she ate—her sweet tooth just couldn’t resist. She didn’t have time to sweep for bugs, but assumed their presence.

She slid back into her room, closing the now unlocked barrier. She unpacked her things as she waited for the next stage in her plan, using this moment of free time to hang her suits and arrange her toiletries. She also stashed her weapons around the room and used her keen sense of smell to scout out the cameras Frederick would have installed. Dead in body didn’t mean dead in libido. She’d known the pervert would want a peek. He’d placed one in the bathroom and one by the bed. She left them for the moment. Forewarned, she could control what he’d get to see. Besides, an audience always added an extra element to sex.

Done with her preparation, she waited for her moment. With her enhanced shifter hearing, she had no problem making out her geek’s actions next door. He unpacked, the sound of his suitcase zipper loud. Drawers opened and closed. Hangers rattled as he hung things. He left the bathroom door open as he peed, and then washed his hands.A nerd with manners.

He returned to his room and she strained to hear him. He mumbled to himself, something along the lines of “…she’s just a pretty woman. No reason why I can’t talk to her or ask her to dinner.”

Lexie smiled. Apparently her first impression had stuck—good. So far her plan unfolded smoothly, not that she’d had any doubts. Men and their dicks were so predictable.

She ditched her jacket and slipped the top button of her blouse out of its loops creating a shadowy vee. She waited to hear the sound of him opening his door onto the hall before stepping out of her own room, and of course, turning with surprise etched on her face to greet him.

“Hi there. What a coincidence meeting you again,” she said brightly.

He looked startled—kind of like the deer she’d run down on her last run through the woods. It was kind of cute.

“Um, hi.”

She could judge by his reddening cheeks that he’d meant to say more, but shyness rendered him mute. “I was just going down to check into the conference. You know, get my name tag and a schedule of events. Then I was going to get some dinner. I know this is presumptuous, but I don’t know anybody here, and well…” She trailed off and gave him an expectant look.

“W-what?” he managed to stammer.

Lexie smiled at him coyly and restrained a giggle as she batted her lashes for good measure. “Would you have dinner with me?”

His jaw dropped, his surprise at her invitation clear. “I—uh-um. That is—”

Lexie dropped her eyes and schooled her features to look disappointed. “I knew it was silly of me to ask. You probably have plans already. I’m sorry to have bothered you.” She started to turn slowly.

“No,” he almost shouted. “I mean, yes, I would love to have dinner with you.”

She pivoted back and beamed at him. “Oh, thank you. Shall we both go down then to get checked in? After, we can go straight to dinner? I’mfamished.” She inflected her last word and saw his eyes dilate behind his lenses. She didn’t wait for him to answer this time. She wasn’t sure he could, and honestly, it turned her on, her erotic effect on him strangely contagious. Something about him drew her, made her want to rip those glasses off his face and kiss him.This job might turn out to be a lot more fun than I expected.And apparently her body needed some exercise given its rousing interest in a geek whom she usually wouldn’t have given a second glance.

She linked her arm around his—and found it surprisingly thick. A nerd who worked out? She couldn’t wait to unwrap him later and find out.

At her urging, they made it to the elevator and rode it down in a thick silence. She could tell he wanted to talk, but every time her gaze met his, he blushed and looked away—and the bulge at his groin grew. His bulky clothes couldn’t quite hide from someone with her developed powers of observation the fact her presence titillated him. It made her own panties dampen as her cleft reacted with pleasure. For a moment, she naughtily wondered what would happen if she were to press herself against him, right this very moment.Probably faint,snickered her mischievous mind.

She gave him a break and let go of his arm when they reached the lobby. However, she did nothing to control the wiggle in her walk as she made her way over to the sign in table. She waited until he was almost behind her to bend over and sign her name, thrusting her bottom out to accidentally bump him in the groin.

His strangled moan and rigid poke against her ass made her smile. She straightened and turned to face him, pretending she hadn’t just felt his erection against her backside. She peeled her nametag off the wax backing and slapped it on her silk covered breast, holding in a smirk as his eyes couldn’t help following her every movement. She rubbed the tag for good measure and saw him swallow.Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.“Your turn.”

She moved aside and pretended to look around with interest. He signed in and only when he placed his name tag on did she exclaim, “Oh my god. You’re Anthony Savell. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Again his cheeks heated, but he managed to speak—finally. “I didn’t want to appear like I was bragging.”

“Why ever not? That piece you wrote in that journal a few months ago was brilliant. I can see we’re going to have a fantastic time at dinner. I can’t wait to pick your brain.”

The smile he bestowed on her warmed her and, to her shock, tightened her nipples. The man had a killer grin when he used it. “Thanks for saying so. It’s definitely an exciting field.”

“And I can’t wait to hear all about it over dinner and drinks.”

She linked her arm in his again as they made their way to the hotel’s restaurant. Phase one of the geek job was well underway, and it looked like phase two which involved getting into his room via his pants would actually be more fun than anticipated.

* * * *

Anthony wanted to pinch himself.I’m hallucinating.He could think of no other explanation for how and why this beautiful woman ate dinner with him. Talking animatedly one minute, listening attentively the next, she managed to melt some of his shyness at her obvious interest in him, even if she tied his tongue in knots every time she touched him. Her hand kept reaching out to squeeze his, and each time it felt like she’d wrapped her hand around something else, something hard and throbbing, thankfully hidden by the table. He still didn’t understand why she affected him so deeply. Never before had attraction to the opposite sex turned him into a blushing idiot, but at the same time, he loved it.

Logic stated that the woman’s pheromones must be unusually developed or of a variety that truly appealed to him, but his dick didn’t care about the biological science of it. It just wanted to bend her over the nearest table and pump her to orgasm. Anthony bit back a groan at the mental image and dug the tines of his fork into his leg, the pain reining in his raging, baser desire.

Lexie, his gorgeous dinner partner didn’t seem to notice a thing amiss. She chattered away, inane talk that thankfully required little thought or input from him. Their waiter brought their entrees, and he looked forward to something to occupy him other than imagining how she’d look on her knees, peering up at him.

Anthony took a bite of his pasta then forgot to chew. Heck, he forgot to breathe so caught up did he become in watching Lexie enjoy her meal. She took a bite of her juicy, rare steak and closed her eyes with a groan. Her pleasure in her meal, the way she licked her fork, masticated with sensual satisfaction—it was the most erotic thing he’d ever watched and yet had nothing to do with sex.

She caught him watching and smiled. “I do so love a properly cooked steak.” She gazed at his mostly uneaten meal. “Mmm, that pasta of yours looks yummy. Mind if I have bite?” She reached forward and wrapped her hand around his. She drew his laden fork to her mouth and sucked the food off before releasing his hand. Anthony had no idea what his meal tasted like, but he regained interest after her lips covered his fork. Just knowing the tines had touched her mouth turned him on.How pathetic am I?

As the food on their plates—well mostly hers—dwindled, a new waiter approached them with an open bottle of wine. Lexie, short for Lexington as she’d informed him, frowned at the man. “We didn’t order this.”

The waiter smiled with a lot of teeth that, for some reason, sent a chill down Anthony’s spine. “It’s a gift from an admirer,” said the waiter with a heavy accent.

It was Anthony’s turn to frown.Is someone trying to hit on her?Understandable given her beauty, but he didn’t like it, which, in turn, baffled him. He had no claim on her, so why the jealousy?

The waiter poured the ruby colored wine into their glass goblets, and then stood, as if waiting for them to try it. Anthony picked his up by the stem and inclined his head at her. “To not eating alone.” He held his glass out in a toast.

She smiled and leaned forward to grab her own glass, but fumbled it instead, splashing the liquid across the front of her blouse. Lexie jumped up from her seat and grabbed a napkin to wipe while the waiter fled, probably to get a cloth for cleaning. Anthony put down his wine and snatched up his own napkin, then, not thinking, began dabbing at her too. It only took him a few swipes to realize he was brushing her breasts and he snatched his hand back as if burned.

Mortified, he stammered. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—that is, I—”

She stepped close and shh-ed him. She grasped his hand and brought it back up, pressing it against her chest, her pebbled nipple evident through the wet silk. “I don’t mind. Actually, can’t you tell I enjoyed it?”

Anthony’s cock tented his pants and he wanted to pull away in embarrassment, but she wouldn’t let him. Instead, she pressed in even closer and lifted herself on tip toe to brush her mouth across his. Anthony stopped breathing, afraid she’d realize she kissed a nerd.

“I need to get out of these clothes,” she murmured against his mouth. “Care to help me?”

He didn’t trust himself to speak aloud, not when his mind spun with pure gibberish, instead, he nodded. She kissed him lightly on the lips again before sliding an arm around his waist. It seemed only natural he slide his arm around her back. Entwined like lovers—if he didn’t fuck it up between here and the hotel room—they walked out of the restaurant to the elevators and he thanked the fact he’d signed to charge the dinner to his room at the start of the meal. He wanted nothing to interfere or delay his time with Lexie.

He feared breaking the spell tentatively spun between them, certain it would only take one word to make her change her mind. But as soon as the elevator doors closed, she proved her interest as she pressed her body against his while her mouth hotly latched onto his. He met her with a passion usually reserved for science, his body afire instead of his mind. He circled his arms around her, only mildly surprised at the wiry strength he felt in her frame.

The elevator arrived at their floor with a ding and they broke apart, both panting. Anthony couldn’t believe the smoldering look in her eyes.She wants me?She licked her swollen lips and grabbed him by the hand, tugging him down the hall. She unlocked her door and dragged him inside. He’d no sooner shut the door behind him than she was on him, her mouth eagerly tasting his, her hands tugging at his belt.

Events began moving at the speed of light. He wanted to tell her to slow down. Her passion overwhelmed even as it flattered him. He didn’t say a word, couldn’t with his tongue caught in a tangle with hers. Although, he did grunt when she freed his cock and wrapped her hand around it. She stroked him, sliding her hand from tip to base and Anthony fought to keep control, a lost cause because she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. All he could do was moan as his fingers clutched at her hair, still tied up in that sexy upsweep.

Sweet gods of science.It didn’t take her long to get him off, a few wet sucks and he bucked into her mouth, his hot cream spurting in record time to his embarrassment.

He expected her to laugh at him, make some comment about his premature ejaculation and he prepared to flee with his shame. But truly, the woman was a goddess because, instead, she said, “Been a while, huh?” He nodded, too humiliated to reply out loud. “Don’t worry, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s going to make round two all the better.”

Anthony’s eyes widened.We’re not done? I must be dreaming.

She stood up and plucked his glasses from his face. “We wouldn’t want to accidentally break these.” She placed them on the small table by the door before she stepped back from him. Slender fingers reached up to her hair and released a clip, letting it tumble about her shoulders in a silken dark wave. She then unbuttoned her wine stained blouse, and flung it back to drape over the lamp by the bed. She revealed firm round breasts unfettered by a bra. Even his less than perfect eyesight couldn’t miss how her nipples puckered, and, as he watched with a watering mouth, they shriveled even further.

“Suck them,” she said huskily. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

His cock twitched back to life at her demand, a fact he’d have found fascinating and worthy of study any other time. He forwent taking notes on this amazing phenomenon to cover the few feet that separated them in a daze. He placed his hands on the taut skin of her waist and drew her body up. Electricity sizzled at the contact and she sucked in a breath, her startled eyes meeting his. She raised her hand and ran her fingers down his cheek, tracing his lips. She inserted one between his lips and he sucked it, enjoying the way her eyelids drooped and her body swayed towards him.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Do that to my tits.”

He didn’t need further urging. He’d have walked on fire at this point for her. He bent down until he could grasp one of her nipples with his mouth. He inhaled it slowly, each suck bringing more of her breast and nub into his mouth. She cried out in pleasure and gripped his hair with her hands, pulling him tighter against her. He switched breasts paying the same attention to the other. She growled, a soft primal sound that should have sounded stupid, but instead, spurred him on. He bit down on her puckered berry and she mewled, her hips arching forward against him, the soft skin of her tummy butting against his already rigid cock.

“I want you to do that to my pussy,” she purred pushing him away. She moved towards the bed and stopped at its foot. She undid the side zipper to her skirt and let the fabric drop to the floor.

Anthony almost joined it in a boneless puddle when he saw she wore no panties. He definitely swayed as she stood there clad only in nylons and garters. When her hands went to untie them he spoke in a gruff voice he didn’t recognize. “Leave them on. Please.”

He saw her body shudder in reaction to his words and his confidence soared.This woman wants me.Logic, sense and science had no meaning here, only a primitive lust like he’d never known.

He stripped his shirt off as he moved towards her, enjoying her look of surprise. She ran her hands over his toned upper body with wonder. “A big cock. A lickable chest. What else have you been hiding, my giant scientist?”

He answered her with a kiss, suddenly glad he spent an hour every day in the gym to keep himself fit—she didn’t need to know that he used his mindless exercise time to puzzle out problems in the lab. She wrapped her arms around him and toppled them backwards onto the bed. He tried to brace himself so as to not crush her, but landed on her body anyway, not that she seemed to mind. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his cock against her lower belly.

She kissed him, her lithe tongue sliding along his until he feared coming again, so erotically did she touch him. He pulled away, determined to give her pleasure. He embraced her body, worshipped it with his mouth and tongue as he slowly made his way down to her mound. He flicked his tongue against her still hard nipples and bit them just to hear that growling cry that sent a shiver through him. He laved a circle around her flat navel, fascinated by her toned physique, so different from his previous—if sparse—lovers. He caressed her body as he moved down to the neatly trimmed pubes and the treasure below. The proof of her desire glistened on her plump pink lips and he could even smell it. Her evident arousal awed him for he couldn’t deny, nor could logic argue, this woman wanted him. It emboldened and enflamed him.

He knelt on the floor and grasped her thighs to draw her towards him, aligning her sweet sex with his mouth. Then he tasted her. At the first touch of his tongue against her pussy, she let out a keening cry and her back arched. He licked her again, a long wet swipe of his tongue between her lips up to her clit. She bucked and moaned.

“That’s it, taste me. Suck me. Then fuck me.”

Her crude demands fired him. He held onto her thighs and went to work, determined to pleasure her like she had him. It made his cock throb the way she trembled at his oral tease of her sex. He groaned at the way she tasted so sweet in his mouth. He flicked his tongue faster and faster over her swollen nub, her quickening cries goading him on. When her body tightened, he moved over her, sheathing his cock inside of her.

“Oh fuck,” she growled, her low tone touching him in a primitive place that drove him wild. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Anthony needed no urging. He pistoned his hips, thrusting himself in and out of her velvety moistness, holding back his release even as her pelvic muscles clamped him so tightly. He pumped harder, his hands on her waist, driving her down onto his cock. Deeper. Faster. Her fingers dug at his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin; the pain of it, though, spurred him to plow her even more vigorously.

She screamed when she climaxed and her whole body bowed up off the bed. Anthony held on tight as her orgasm milked him in waves, and came seconds after her with a hoarse shout.

He collapsed beside her on the bed, breathing heavily, utterly blown away by the most extreme pleasure he’d ever experienced. She rolled against him, snuggling into him. He curled his arms around her, hugging her back.

“Spend the night with me,” she whispered.

His answer of “sure” sounded stupid and inadequate for him, but it seemed enough for her because her breathing evened out as she fell asleep.

I don’t know how I got this lucky, but please, don’t let it end.

Anthony was convinced he’d never fall asleep beside this goddess. In truth he feared doing so.What if I wake and discover it was all a dream?But, two orgasms in quick succession soon had him drifting into a pleasant dreamland where Lexie featured front and center—naked.