“Oh! I’m so sorry” She paused a moment standing on her crutches looking straight at me, before regaining her composure.
“I was just going to drop a file on your desk this morning but like you can see I had a little accident” she explained with a soft smile, moving towards his desk.
“What happened Christine”
Before she could reply the lovely blonde lost her balance on her crutches and drop the file that she trying to squeeze between her arm and the crutch.
“I’m so sorry Lance, it’s my first time on crutches and it’s a lot harder that it looks” She smiled at him.
Being a gentleman, he rose to assist her and gathered the file. She was still talking but he didn’t mind since his new vantage point, crouched next to her on the floor, offered him an excellent view of the cast that was covering her lower leg.
Why are men so attracted to poor damsel on crutches injured with a lovely ace bandage or cast?
She didn’t seem to notice his stare, so he didn’t bother to stop himself. The red fiber cast was making such a wonderful contrast to her pale skin. He got up with the file and her blonde hair blocked part of his view of her eyes as she shifted around to reposition her crutches.
She was almost irresistible to anybody staring at her. She used her body like a sword. Now she was using her broken leg like if she was wearing a sexy negligee.
His hand brushed against her arm stretch and squeezing her crutches handle. She paused for only a second before casually taking the file back and turning away from him.
She turned away with her knee bent, giving him a perfect view of the brand new cast while placing the file gingerly on his desk.
He could not resist and took the opportunity to move close behind her. The cast and crutches were just enough for his reason to stop working and placing him in a very dangerous spot.
His marriage, job, career could be on the line if he could not find a way to control his deepest feelings.
She knew it, lust and desire took over.
Keeping her cast off the floor she turned around on her crutches to face him. A calm control washed over her features as she looked at him while making sure to slide her broken leg against his own leg.
She didn’t attempt to push him away, how could she…she was on crutches with a broken leg.
He closed the small distance between them effectively pinned her between his body and the desk behind her. Christine’s felt his arousal pressed hard against her thigh.
He detected something deep within her blue eyes that he couldn’t quite place a name to.
Maybe it was sexual harassment? No it can’t be.
She still made no attempt to move, but rather allowed her glance to stray to her broken leg.
“I need to sit sir, my broken leg is killing me” She looked desperate leaning heavily on her crutches.
“It can wait Christine”
Part 3
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