The little mouse

Mila

I walked to the sofa and sat down beside him. I started with unbuttoning his shirt, deciding to appease my conscience which wanted to make sure that he was okay. My eyes ping ponged from his closed ones to where my fingers worked his shirt open. So bold, Carmella. If only your father knew… he’d flay you open. I hadn’t given much thought before what I was going to do but now as inch by inch his chest came into view, a strange thrill took hold of me. Part of me wanted to revel in the fact that there was no more reason to be afraid of my father and another part the one that was fascinated with my boss… that part carried on. My fingers trembled and my hands faltered. I had started because there were many smudges of blood on his shirt so I wanted to patch him up but now… Now, as my eyes dropped to the widening V of his shirt which revealed the wide expanse of his chest, sparsely smattered with small hair. All I wanted t