Washington D.C. Series 1:2-The Beginning

Eva couldn't stop thinking about the curious behavior she had seen in Elizabeth McCabe's office a few days earlier. What had Brent been doing? Did he drop something? Did he fall and miss the chair. It was bizarre. She had seen Brent a few times since then but didn't have the courage to ask him about it. And besides, he always seemed in a rush and she didn't have the heart to stop him.

She also found herself not able to call Ms. MCabe anything but by her proper title or her full name, not even in her own head. She supposed it was due to the power she exuded - it literally flowed from her and seeped into everything around her. It drew Eva to her at the same time. She couldn't help but gravitate to her. She suspected it might even be a bit of a girl crush. Eliazbeth McCabe was beautiful, successful and powerful. Who wouldn't be drawn to her.

It was a few minutes before she could pack up and leave when Brent suddenly appeared at her side. Surprised, she looked up and smiled at him and was rewarded with a very sexy smile back.
"Hey there Eva," he said in a sultry voice, "I've been looking forward to seeing you again."
"Oh?" she asked.
Sliding half onto her desk, he leaned over and whispered, "I enjoyed meeting you the other day."
Eva blushed slightly, "I enjoyed meeting you too."
"Good, then may I be so bold as to ask you out for a drink tonight?"
"Tonight?" Eva thought quickly about the amount of work she was taking home with her. It could wait until later. One drink couldn't hurt.
"I'd love that, yes." Eva said. She really hadn't been out in the city yet. Of course, that was because she really hadn't met anyone to go out with yet. There were a few nice people at her gym, but no one who match the looks and charm of Brent.
"Wonderful... shall we go?" Brent winked at her and stood, helping Eva with her bag.

It was a short ride and arriving at the bar, Eva realized she was out of her league. Every brick on the bar's facade exuded money, something Eva didn't have. She sure hoped Brent was planning on paying tonight and that this wasn't some sort of work happy hour. If it was a happy hour, she may be sticking to club soda with a lemon.

As she reached for the car door handle, Brent gently took hold of her wrist. Turning back to him questioningly, she couldn't mistake the look in his eye.
"Eva, I know this is going to sound forward again, but I just can't help but ask." he asked, managing to look kind of shy, "May I kiss you?"
Eva just looked at him for a moment. Did she really just hear that?
"I just can't help it Eva, you're beautiful, you're smart, you're talented and I can't get you out of my mind. You've occupied every thought since I met you."
Eva blinked and stared at him. No man had ever been this eloquent with his words to her. It sounded like the perfect pick-up line and Eva was unsure if she wanted to be picked-up.
"You have?" Eva asked, disbelieving he was genuine.
"I really have. Ms. McCabe has told me so much about you and I must admit that I'm intrigued."
"Wow, thank you." She said and supposed a little kiss couldn't hurt. "Just that comment alone deserves a little kiss."
Brent's smile lit up and he leaned in to her. The minute his soft lips touched hers, her body responded. His mouth was warm and gentle. His lips moved sensuously over hers. It was a kiss of desire and they both felt it. She moaned softly, an indication of much she had missed this type of intimacy. Taking her response as approval, Brent's tongue gently pushed at her until her lips parted for him. It swirled over her tongue, asking more from her. Eva allowed him to kiss her deeply and passionately. Her body surged with a sudden lust, one that had been quiet for far too long. It was suddenly as if someone switched Eva on, she wanted him. She needed him. She wanted more than a kiss, she needed to fuck him.
"Brent..." she panted as she broke their kiss. "I don't think I want to have drink any more."
Brent looked crushed as he pulled away from her. "Eva, I'm sor-"
Eva cut him off with another kiss. "No, I don't want a drink, I want to go someplace where we'd have more privacy. I want more of what we've started."
Brent groaned softly at her words, wanting her just as much and he kissed Eva deeper. His hand reached behind her head and pulled her close. His mouth crushed hers as he reached over started up the car.
Breathlessly pulling away he put the car in drive and headed to, what Eva assumed, would be his place.

Eva's thoughts raced through her mind on the drive. She hasn't jumped into bed with a man she hardly knew since her undergraduate years. Why was she doing it now? She really shouldn't be sleeping with someone from work, particularly not someone who was above her in seniority. But she didn't work directly under him... at least not yet. Eva looked over at him and lust immediately washed over her again. She was doing it for her she knew. Here was a man obviously taken with her and she couldn't help but want him. It had been too long since she last had a lover. Even then he was just someone she was passing time with. Eva needed to feel a body against hers. She needed to feel the warmth of another's touch. She needed a night of pleasure in this lonely city. Glancing out the window, Eva could just make out the lights that lit the White House. She smiled to herself then, she was here after all, she may as well enjoy it.

Brent finally pulled up to a magnificent brownstone and Eva gasped at its beauty. She really was out of her league when it came to him. Eva made a mental note not to ask Brent back to her tiny apartment. Helping her from the car, he led her up the steps to the big wooden door that led into the house. The minute Brent opened the door, Eva knew she exactly what she was going to have...

to be continued...