•~15~•

There was no time to loose. Karla had to get Raul aroused enough so that he forgot his hatred for her. That shouldn't prove too hard. Men were driven by desires. You just had to control that desire to have your way, and Karla knew how to do just that. The first step was to look the part. Changing her previous outfit, Karla wore purple checked shorts that failed to cover up her butt cheeks, and a corset tank top, which further slimmed her already slim waist, pushed her boobs up, and showed off her entire cleavage.

Twisting and twirling in front of the mirror, Karla decided, she was ready. Taking a deep breath, she stepped outside her room. The first person she met was a stunning Mexican looking maid with jet black hair.

    "Reece right?" Karla called her attention.

Reece faced her, and immediately scowled. This alarmed Karla. This was her first time relating with Reece, but it already seemed like she was disliked. Anyhow, Karla didn't have much time to care. People like Reece were insignificant, as long as they didn't get in the way of her plan.

    "Where is Lord Raul?" Karla asked.

Long seconds passed, as Reece took her time to look over Karla's outfit. The annoyance in her gaze was apparent, and it pissed Karla off. Who did she think she was to be judging? Karla returned her glare, and she intensified it in response. Daggers flew back and forth between those two, and it seemed like it would go on forever. Until...

    "Penthouse. Just keep going up till there's nowhere to go." Reece finally answered, and walked away.

Choosing not to ponder on the exchange between herself and Reece, Karla followed the directions to Raul, and ended up at the uppermost floor of the mansion. She knocked on the door, and a voice immediately said "Come in". Karla entered an apartment even more luxurious than the rest of the mansion. The furniture spoke of riches, and the architecture mirrored art.

Seated on an armchair in the living room with his eyes closed and arms crossed, was Raul, wearing nothing but sweatpants. Once he heard someone step in, he opened an eye.

    "You are not my afternoon coffee." He stated.

    "I wanted to see you." Karla explained.

Raul slowly got up. The motion flexed the hard muscles of his abs. Karla inhaled a sharp breath. Of course he had the complete set... Six sexily defined abs, the type she liked. They were distracting her, she needed to pay attention to the task at hand —seducing Raul— but what could a girl do.

     "If you aren't my coffee, you might as well leave." Raul said, after he'd come dangerously close to Karla, and was looking down at her, but he noticed she wasn't listening.

At last he realized he wasn't wearing anything on top, and it was clearly making Karla uncomfortable. This new knowledge caused Raul to raise an eyebrow. It was just like the previous day, when he'd stopped one of his men from raping her. There was no doubt about it, Karla Nightingale was seriously attracted to him, and that was... Amusing.

It wasn't odd for women to get in their feelings when they were around Raul, he was handsome. Coupled with his wealth, they hovered around him like vultures. Most of the time, their attention annoyed him. He preferred to sleep with women he bought with his money, because they always knew their place, and pleased him accordingly.

This time however, he was enjoying the attention. Maybe it was because it was coming from the only woman who had rejected him in his life. It was funny. All it took was six years for her to see him in the sexual light. Too bad it was too late.

    "On second thought, stay."

Placing his left thumb on Karla's upper lip, Raul gingerly ran it down, till he was holding her jaw. Karla looked into his eyes, which were fully concentrating on her, but saw nothing there. His expression was unreadable. This confused Karla, she couldn't figure out if he was aroused or not. Raul didn't move for more than a minute, and Karla didn't dare ease the tension.

Finally, Raul lifted his right hand. It went straight to Karla's back, and by releasing the bottom hook of the corset, he rested his hand on the bare skin of the curve of her back. Electricity shot through out Karla's body, and ended up between her legs. Raul's touch was light, his palm barely touching her skin, yet it was stirring sensations Karla didn't even know existed. 

After a few beats, Raul's hand moved up to the next hook above it. His left thumb went to Karla's bottom lip, and began caressing it. Meanwhile, the right hand continued its journey upwards. One by one, it freed Karla from the bondage of the erotic corset. By the time Raul was done, her back was completely open, and both her nipples pointed towards him. They were hard.

The corset, which still covered most of the front part of Karla's torso, thanks to the strap hand around her shoulder, dangled from side to side. Raul delicately caressed her back. The feeling was so good, it made Karla close her eyes to savour it. Just when she was beginning to relish the sensation, Raul's right hand moved, went round her, and settled right under her left breast.

His hand was so close to her tits, she attempted to bite her lip. Her upper teeth grazed his fingernail, and on impulse, she grabbed his thumb with her lip, and began sucking it. Raul didn't pull out his finger, but instead began rubbing the area under her breasts. More sparks raced down to Karla's core, and she suddenly wanted more. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to fondled her boobs. Suck her nipples. Bite them till she could take no more. Surprisedly, he didn't try to touch her breast.

Someone knocked on the penthouse door, and to Karla's dismay, Raul stopped everything he was doing and stepped backwards.

    "Your coffee sir." Karla heard Reece say from behind the door.

    "Bring it in." Raul ordered, and sat back down on the armchair.

Reece came in, and dropped a saucer containing a cup of dark coffee on the table in front of Raul.

    "You're late." Raul said.

    "I'm so sorry for my incompetence my lord. It won't happen again." Reece apologized with her head bowed.

    "It better not. We don't want your salary to be cut, do we?"

    "No my lord."

    "Leave."

Without sparing a side glance at Karla, even though she was partly naked, Reece left.

Raul faced Karla. "What are you still doing here? Get out."

TEASER: KARLA SPENDS MORE TIME WITH RAUL.