Lit by a single desk-lamp, Carla worked into the evening. She was going through her files, looking at catalogues for inspiration as she prepared for tomorrow's meetings.
In the factory after hours, she got most of her best work done. No workers, no gossip, no distractions. Just time to herself, to think and to plan.
Then with a barely suppressed smile, she remembered what else the empty factory was good for. Since Peter's visit at Christmas she had an almost endless source of fantasies. Secret memories she conjured up to occupy her mind when he wasn't there. Which was almost always, she thought , sighing in frustration
If only he was as easy to access as her fantasies. He was busy again tonight. And she'd be alone all evening.
In the low light she glanced down at her new skirt, her tight blouse. All her effort for nothing. Compliments from Sean and Eileen were hardly the attention she craved. Still, all she could do was throw herself into her work, suppressing her desires yet again.
Half an hour went by, and then through her deep concentration, she thought she heard a sound. She looked around but seeing nothing, she focused again on what she was reading. Until out of the corner of her eye a sudden movement startled her and she turned sharply.
There Peter was, leaning against the office door. His dark suit almost blended into the shadows, a half-smile on his lips, his gaze fixed on her.
She wanted him even before her mind fully registered his presence.
Slowly swivelling her chair to face him, she kept her voice soft and playful, trying to mask her surprise.
"Stalkin' me now hey?"
"What if I am?"
His tone was amused, laid-back, but his eyes told a different story as they lingered on her bare arms, her legs.
Putting down her papers, Carla walked over slowly, her shadow silhouetted against the wall mirroring the swaying of her hips.
She stopped just a few inches away from him, backing him against the wall.
"I'm guessin' you're not just here to watch me, are ya?"
She ran her finger slowly down his cheek, along his jawbone. His stubble felt rough against her hand, a hint of how his kisses would feel. There was time for all that later.
She lifted her gaze to meet his.
"Least I hope not"
But as soon as his hand reached to her face, she stepped back.
Spinning around, she strode over to the window, knowing without looking that he would follow her. With a swift gesture she pulled the blinds shut, ensuring their privacy.
Then she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
She leaned back into him, breathing in his familiar scent. His hands snaked around her waist, reaching under the fabric of her blouse.
She gasped as his fingers touched her bare skin, caressing her stomach. His touch was gentle but his intentions all too clear.
"I've got an hour or so" She felt the warmth of his breath against her ear.
"What's the lie this time?" she asked, immediately dreading his answer.
"Does it matter?" he whispered.
She knew it mattered more than anything. But while no answer would make this right, nothing could stop what they were about to do.
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