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Arthur looked up from the letter he was intently reading when the door of the mayor’s office quietly shut behind her. “What's goin’ on? What’re you doing here?”
She wasn't quite sure about her role in all of this except that they thought a woman would make them look more sophisticated or whatever. Dutch originally wanted to take Bill of all people, but from her understanding Hosea intervened and brought the idea of female company to the table. The official version was that she was Arthur's wife since Hosea was widowed and Dutch didn't feel like taking Molly and while that left her with mixed feelings, she played her part well. Her hand placed in the crook of his arm and all and took her cues from him. Talk when you're talked to, don't run your mouth, and don't spit that disgusting excuse for a human being in the eye when he bends to kiss her hand. Dutch was playing with fire in her opinion and Arthur seemed to be of the same mind, but nobody asked them. Instead, they ought to mingle with the rich folk. Gather information.
The conversations at the party were either dull or gossip. The women of high society either knew little about their husbands’ businesses or didn't want to reveal too much. Whatever it was, they sure knew who's richer and who's in who's pocket. The last bit was somewhat interesting, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Arthur helping someone at the buffet who seemed to be choking on something, serving some already tipsy ladies some more champagne and being an all-around gentleman, handsome and dapper and all that shit. It was quite distracting. Maybe she should concentrate on the conversations at hand rather than admiring him from afar like a stupid little girl with a crush. It couldn't be helped, though. He cleaned up real nice, she couldn't help but notice. He took a bath. Got a haircut and a beard trim. She hadn't had a chance to show him her appreciation, but when the fireworks started to light up the night sky, she saw her chance and sided up to him. Just when she was about to take his hand and whisper something naughty in his ear before finding somewhere more private, Dutch turned up out of nowhere and unknowingly interrupted them before turning away again. He always has the worst timing.
“How long you been standing there?” Arthur startled when he turned around to her having snuck up on him. She didn't get to answer. “Sorry, but I have to go.”, he motioned to the retreating back of that servant. “Talk to you later.”
For a long moment she'd weighed going back to the party versus doing something she really shouldn't and unsurprisingly, she chose the latter. Which was how she found herself stalking the stalker.
“Calm down.”, she said while putting a chair under the doorknob under his scrutinizing gaze. She hoped she would come off confident and strong and he wouldn't notice the insecurity coursing through her veins. This was incredibly stupid and risky but at the same time unbelievably thrilling.
“You say that…” His sentences trailed off. He was suspicious of her motives and rightly so. But she couldn't let this opportunity slip through her hands. Them being alone was such a rare thing to happen since there was always someone wanting to talk to Arthur or do a job with him or whatever. The younger folk looked up to him even if he didn't notice it. Couldn't fathom it for some reason. So getting some alone time, just the two of them, was almost unheard of. Maybe things could be different if they'd put what's between them out there… but they weren't ready. She wasn't ready. So they had to make do somehow.
She managed to squeeze between him and the desk while he'd put the piece of paper into his inner jacket pocket, with his eyes following her every move. The suit really was accentuating all the right places. It fitted like a glove.
“What are you doin’?” His voice was hushed so he wouldn't draw unwanted attention. Heat crept up her spine. Focus, Sadie.
“Just shut up and sit down, Arthur.” His brows went up to his hairline in disbelief. He really was slow to cotton on sometimes. “Sit down?” he echoed in disbelief. “Yes. Sit. Down.” With one of her hands on his chest, she guided him until the back of his legs hit the chair behind him and sat him down. Or rather he let himself be guided since she wouldn't have been able to move him one single inch if he'd decided to be stubborn about it. There still wasn't much space between them, with his ass on the chair and hers on the desk. Just how she liked it.
“I know that look. Something’s going on in that head of yours and I’m pretty sure it's something reckless and stupid.” Graciously, she decided not to comment on the stupid part of that statement but boy does he know her well.
“I've been waiting all evening for you to come get me and pull me into some dark corner, if you get my meaning.” He opened his mouth, probably to say something logical, sensible, reasonable. That wasn't what she wanted, though, what she needed. To prevent him from doing so and to get her point across, she slipped a foot out of the most uncomfortable shoes she'd ever worn to put it right between his legs. “ALL EVENING, Arthur!”, she emphasized. The words got stuck in his throat. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and grabbed her foot to stop her from moving. He didn't harden instantly, but she could feel him grow steadily beneath the sole of her foot. “I understand.”, he croaked out and looked her dead in the eye. She couldn't tell if he was mocking her or not. His big hand was almost engulfing her foot, but his grip was loose enough for her to press on. “I'm sorry for my shortcomings, Mrs. Adler.” Okay, so NOW he was making fun of her. While his voice was shaky, there was clearly a trace of humor in it. The sparkle in his eyes just confirmed it. The nerve of him. She was NOT playing around here. This was serious.
“So?”, she challenged. “What’re you gonna do about it?” She had a pretty good idea about what she wanted him to do about it. Question was if she had to spell it out for him or not.
“Do about it? We can't do anything about it right here, right now and you know it. We've already been in here far too long.” He almost choked on the last words when she started to rub him more aggressively as punishment for saying all the right things at the wrong time. Or was it all the wrong things at the right time? What the fuck ever. Who cared about that anyway? She was ACHING for him to do something. ANYTHING. All the while he was still TALKING instead of putting his mouth to better use.
He didn't shy away from her ministrations, didn't shove her foot away, didn't even tell her to stop. But his grip on her tightened almost painfully. “Want me to take you? Hard and fast? On the Mayor's desk?” Oh yes, please, for the love of all that's holy. However, she wasn't about to beg him for it. He was aroused and so was she. What else was there to say about the matter?
Abruptly he stood up and she found herself face-first bent over the desk just like she hoped she would. But although she could feel the heat of him, it wasn't nearly close enough. Damn those high society dresses with all those layers upon layers of fabric. Arthur was nothing but capable, though. He could just bunch them up somehow and… “I'd rather take my time with you.”, he croaked into her ear. Breathless. “Make it slow.” Hm, slow. While she loved slow, she needed him NOW. “Drag it out.” One of his big hands wandered up her leg but still wouldn't touch her where she needed him the most. So she guided him once more. If he wasn't going to fuck her, the least he could do was pleasure her this way. She'd be way more relaxed after. With more patience to listen to rich people's problems. Win-win for everyone. Except poor old Arthur, maybe, who'd refused to do his damn duty as a man. Wasn't her fault, though. He'd been given ample opportunity.
“You're unbelievable, you know that?” Having said that, he did finally do what he was told and didn't waste any more time. And he did a good job, too. Caressing her the way she liked before plunging two of his big fingers in deep, taking no prisoners. She did her best to stay quiet, knowing in the back of her mind they really didn't wanna get caught fooling around in the Mayor's office, of all places. The snobbish Frenchman probably wouldn't take kindly to them soiling his workspace. To ensure her compliance, Arthur's other hand quickly covered her mouth while finishing her up quickly and swiftly.
Her heart was still racing when he detached himself from her, and they started to clean themself up and rearrange their rumpled clothes. He was still wiping his hand with his handkerchief while she fixed his crooked bowtie, staring at her intently before out of nowhere, he took her chin into his hand and kissed her. It wasn't just a peck, either. More like a man starving. Plundering her mouth like he's never had a woman before in his life. That's what she did to him and damn if she wasn't proud of herself.
“You drive me crazy.”, He stated between breaths. Between kisses. Same here, bud, she thought but didn't say. Same here. “You know what?”, he continued while starting to lavish her throat with attention. “I think I've changed my mind.” He tried to back her up against the desk, but she stood her ground, her fingers fisting into the hair on the back of his head, holding onto for dear life. “I appreciate that…” Her breath caught in her throat when he hit THE SPOT. Damn him. “But…” She didn't intend to trail off without actually giving him a reason other than she's a petty bitch who'd hold out on him as payback for earlier.
“I can be quick.”, he tried to persuade her. “Just like you wanted.” Yeah, that was what she wanted before. What she still wanted now. “Come on.”, he coaxed. Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, making them aware that this wasn't the time nor place. Damn him for being right again. The doorknob rattled, a curse followed. Whoever that was left. Most certainly to return again soon. The fun part of the party was officially over.