FRIDAY’S SHORT STORY: OFFICE EXTRAVAGANZA

It’s Friday again…TGIF! This week’s short story again comes from Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-Fy Short Stories. I hope you enjoy this read, and if you’re really digging it, please grab it, hold it and dive into this fulls story and others.

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I grabbed my purse and keys, kissed Jon goodbye and raced out the door. I yelled back to him that I would see him later and hopped in my car.

There wasn’t any traffic on the road, so I actually made it there at the same time Marc was pulling up. He had on a University of Michigan cut-off shirt and some gray sweat pants, sagging just a little below his waist so I could see his gray and navy boxes.

“Hey, Pretty Lady,” he said, smiling at me.

“Hey, Sir,” I spoke while typing in the code.

He quickly got in front of me and opened the door. I appreciated that he believed in chivalry, so I thanked him. As I passed in front of him, we caught eyes. I looked into his eyes and saw something I hadn’t noticed before. In those eyes I saw a spark, some glimpse of what he probably had already planned out in his mind; something a little lustful.

I quickly broke eye contact, realizing that it was causing me to walk slowly, like a scene straight out of a romance movie. I did my rendition of a speed-walk race over to the elevators and hit the “up” button. He followed me at his usual pace into the elevator.

I pushed the “8” button and we stood there waiting for our arrival to the requested floor. His Sean John cologne enticed all my senses at once. The intertwined heat from his body and the smell of his cologne caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

From my peripheral glance, I saw he was looking at me and for some reason, I enjoyed it.

The bell rang and the doors opened to let us out. I unlocked the office door. Like he did downstairs, he opened it, but this time slowly, to make sure that I took my time walking past him. As I started into the office, I could have sworn I felt his eyes follow my apple-bottom. Was he wondering how juicy it may be? I stopped at my desk and he continued down the hall to his office. I got myself together, sat down and began to start up my CPU. About thirty minutes passed before he began to IM me.

Marc: How’s it going up there?

Natalie: Pretty good. Actually I’m almost done.

Marc: Hey, can I ask you a question?

Natalie: Yeah what’s up?

Marc: Are you attracted to me?

I read the message a total of five times trying to figure out how to answer the question.

I couldn’t believe he just came out like that. The nerve of that man.

Natalie: What? How are you going to ask me something like that?

Marc: I mean no offense. I’m just really attracted to you and I was wondering if you were feeling the same thing too.

The text on my screen caught me off-guard; not because he actually sent the message, but because of my answer. I was attracted to him, but I couldn’t tell him so. Jon and I had been together for close to three years, now. He was a great guy and things were looking pretty good. I even thought that this year would be the year he pops the question, so why would I mess that up?

Marc sent me another message before I could even respond.

Marc: I mean you have the prettiest smile and your skin reminds me of silk – perfectly smooth and soft. All I really want to do is just touch it once and see if it feels the same.

I took a moment to lean in closer to the screen, anticipating his next message.

Marc: I hope I’m not coming on too strong but I’ve been thinking about you since we first met. Your exotic grayish-green eyes and plump lips were the first things to catch my eye.

His compliments caught me off-guard and caused me to back slowly away from the screen, re-crossing my legs again and feeling the warmth and moisture begin to form at my cove.

I was shocked at his bold manner, but also very turned on. It was different from Jon’s tactics — very straight forward and risky. It was interesting to see another man respond to me — even a little confusing — but my curiosity was piqued.

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