The Waiting Room Affair

By M. Willow

This story is a prequel to The Victorian House Affair.

Thanks to my beta reader M.W.H.

He sits across the room from me. He is medium tall, solidly built. A single lock of dark hair teases his forehead. He pushes it back with one of his strong hands. He is sophisticated in dress, with his gray suit and expensive leather shoes. He is cool on the hottest day of the year. His hazel eyes are captivating, sexy, yet he does not look my way.

I move about the small room trying to capture his attention with my smooth cat-like walk. His eyes never move toward me, for he is otherwise engaged in conversation with someone else.

I vaguely hear the intercom system come to life with some announcement or other. I seat myself closer to him. His masculine cologne permeates the air, finding me, increasing my longing for him. My mind spirals into fantasy. What would our children look like? Will they have his brown hair or my soft auburn hair? Would they have his powerful presence, or merely blend into the background as I am regretfully doing now.

I glimpse his powerful hands, and my mind wanders to more intimate matters. Would he be a great lover, cherishing the time spent with me; or a quick uncaring lover, intent on his gratification only? I look at his eyes, his intensity, and know that it is the former.

My mind moves back to the reality of this moment. After all, the man has not looked at me. And I having his children.

I notice the water cooler next to him. I am thirsty but it has nothing to do with water.

I approach, smoothly, intent on quenching my thirst. His attention moves away from his companion and slowly, almost imperceptibly to me. His eyes are dark and inviting as they travel down the length of my body. I increase the intensity of my sexy cat-like walk. I am wholly woman at this moment, intent on the mating ritual. His eyes pierce my nearness, his smile an invitation.

He moves toward me, his strong masculine hand coming up as I approach. I feel the kiss on my hand without him coming near me. I see our children playing in the yard. I feel his arms around my body as we make love. But that is for the future and I am here in the present. I approach, and now I am standing before him, my hand reaching toward his. I hear his voice, and the slight sigh of his companion.

Our hands meet, and eternity dissolves when I hear him say, "Hello, Miss Dancer, my name is Napoleon Solo, your new boss. Welcome to UNCLE."

And so began my first day as an UNCLE agent.