Posted by on May 12, 2011 in Sex, Life, & Hannah Book Series | 0 comments

Last night, I was re-reading Chapter 14: Friends…with Benefits and came upon the beginning of one of my favorite storylines in the SLH book series, the interesting relationship that develops between Hannah and her new boss Phillip Ferrari. It made me miss the tension of office romances…and I’ve had a few:) It also put me on a quest this morning to find that scene out of 9 1/2 Weeks, that inspired me to write this scene:

Within twenty minutes, I’m feeling fidgety. As Phillip Ferrari starts talking about our planning strategy over the next ten months, he grabs his tie and adjusts it. I notice his jaw line flex and his eyes crinkle as he smiles. I scan his hands for a wedding band and can’t find one. Suddenly, I’m fantasizing about grabbing that tie and pulling it down, and unbuttoning that expensive rose dress shirt…

It’s cliché to say that what occurred next was like the scene out of 9½ Weeks where Kim Basinger, after meeting the mysterious Mickey Rourke, is clicking through art slides and gets so hot and bothered she’s forced to open her legs and start touching herself, but…that’s exactly what happened.

“Excuse me,” I announce, standing up. “I need to step out for a moment.” I can feel Phillip Ferrari’s eyes on me as I walk out of the boardroom—and it turns me on even more.

I continue past the front desk, out of our office suite, and down the hall, where I push the bathroom door open and close myself into a stall. I lean back on the light grey stainless steel, unbutton my dress pants, and slip my fingers down into my black lace underwear…

Phillip Ferrari is now in front of me, running his hands over my red silk top, lifting it up…he’s running his tongue along the top part of my black lace bra, unzipping his pants…

It takes five minutes, maybe less. I can feel a spot of moisture on my lower back, and I start pulling myself together, trying to smooth out the wrinkles in my red silk top. I breathe a heavy sigh and stare up at the white ceiling panels. I may never be able to look at Phillip Ferrari the same.