To Jerry's disbelief, Martha was wearing tight fitting shorts and a rather plunging sports top.
Look how small she is! he thought surprised.I bet she isn't even five feet tall.
He leered at her legs as was his habit. No, too muscular, he adjudged. Now her waist, that isn't bad... But looky here. Mmmmm, what great tits, lady! What a lucky guy My Master is, Jerry thought.
"Nice to meet you!" the girl said to him, shaking his hand, and he finally looked at her face.
Her succulent lips and golden fluffy hair instantly made Jerry crazy. The world around him disappeared. To him, she was a goddess, the deity of all things carnal, and he was rewriting the rulebooks to favor his lust for her particularly heavenly body. The intimate thoughts he had for Martha froze his tongue. Mute, Jerry just gaped at the girl, not noticing that Robert was observing him intensely.
"Are you okay?" Martha asked, amazed, thinking; Why is this teen moron staring at me like this?
Martha didn't understand what was going on with Jerry, and she got angry. She never did like blonde guys or athletic men either, added to which his perplexing look and awkward silence annoyed her.
She looked at Robert, but misunderstood why his sensual, refined lips curved into a self-confident smile.
Is something wrong with my makeup? she thought irritated. Am I still sweating from the workout at the gym? Gosh, I know I didn't have time to change into anything fancy, but I look okay don't I? Maybe I have got some dirt on my skin?
She carefully tried to free her hand from Jerry's grasp, but nothing doing.
She raised her left hand. Enchanted, Jerry watched her tiny fingers wandering across her chest and throat.
Thumbelina! Jerry was unable to compel himself to let go of her hand. Is it a human being or just a sun streak?
Come on, you dumb angel face, at least say something! Martha barely fought off her desire to yank her hand away with all her might. She felt trapped. Can this socially challenged thing talk at all? Martha thought. She hated the embarrassment of the situation she found herself in, and despised the teenager who was causing it. Is he just a little slow, perhaps? There must be some logical explanation! I've read somewhere that, when men use steroids, it affects their brains. Well, here's the living proof holding my hand like a twit.
Martha couldn't even imagine how she lucky was living under Robert's protection. She would have been in grave danger, had the volatile Jerry met her alone just one week earlier.
But for all his tongue-tied handshaking under the influence of lust and puppy love, Jerry knew perfectly well that as the girlfriend of his boss, the desirable Martha was now taboo.
Robert understood that Jerry knew that too, and when he saw Martha's less than stellar reaction to Jerry's introduction he had been unable to contain that sly and content grin playing on his own thin lips.
Ben spotted the awkward silence immediately and gently poked his young partner in the back.
Jarred into action, Jerry mechanically said, "Sorry, Miss Kovalsky! Too much sun today. I'm at your service!" He flashed her his best smile and hoped he had made amends.
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