SERENDIPITY

AN: Rated M: not for the blushing type.

FIVE

~ Sunday 3rd December 2011 ~

She'd been feeling on edge all day. It was likely hormonal - her period was due to start in a few days, and Gabriella was accustomed to the feeling of being sensitive and craving a man's touch in the few days prior. That day had been particularly difficult. She'd woken up having experienced a brief but intense dream with an unknown man - it wasn't so much a dream about a particular man, but there were flashes of feeling a hard, warm body pressed up against hers, feeling someone penetrate her and feeling her wet, warm flesh heat up. She'd awoken feeling aroused and unsatisfied - and running late. She'd made plans to catch up with Kelsi and Martha who was due to come back to work the next week, having recovered from glandular fever. The girls were just grabbing brunch. Because of her morning plans, there wasn't even time to quickly relieve herself. The cafe they'd picked felt like love central – lovers out having brunch together, the waitress being brought flowers by her boyfriend in the middle of their meal.

After leaving the girls, Gabriella decided to stop by the salon to get an impromptu eyebrow wax. They'd told her that an appointment would be available in about fifteen minutes. She could've gone for a wander in the mall but instead she decided to just sit and flip through a magazine. Of course she'd picked up Cosmo and found herself immersed in a hot and heavy article about sex positions to maximise the female orgasm.

Early on Sunday evening, Troy's suggestion from the week before to have a glass of wine with dinner suddenly seemed like a splendid idea. She found herself having a couple of glasses of wine, and then after dinner enjoying a long, luxuriously hot shower. She stood in front of her dresser in her towel with her dripping hair, contemplating which night shirt to throw on, and found herself reaching for the skimpy black nightgown which fell to just above mid thigh and was low cut with a lacy top. Just slipping the material over her head and feeling the slinky fabric encase her body was enough to make her feel sexy. She was in the middle of reading Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen; but instead, she found herself grabbing the dirtiest Mills and Boons novel she possessed. She fell into bed around 8pm, about two hours before she'd usually retire.

She also found herself reaching into her bottom bedside drawer, which contained various items of junk and, hidden at the back, a glistening pink rubber rabbit. And not the kid friendly pet kind of rabbit.

She set the book down, finding herself being distracted by the images they were illustrating. She was content to form her own fantasy - in her fantasy land, her eyes were closed, the image of the man who was touching her was irrelevant. What he looked like she didn't know, but what she could hear was his voice. A voice which had the ability to make her quiver, to set her skin on fire. His cock thrust into her, his fingers swept over her wet, engorged clit, and she was surrounded by his voice, murmuring, saying her name, whispering against her ear. His thrusts started out soft, and then he began to fuck her hard.

In fantasy land, she would feel the sensation of the mystery man's hard length thrusting into her and his fingers toying with her clit until climax and then they would cuddle and kiss and perhaps go for a round 2. In the real world, the world that was Gabriella and her imagination and her toy - her cell phone began to ring the moment before she reached her climax. It was too late to halt the climax, just five seconds earlier and she would have been frustrated but nonetheless it would've been halted, however it was too late. She let the phone ring out, attempting to drown out the peppy Raise Your Glass ringtone. She reached her climax and came down, feeling slightly less satisfied due to the interruption – it was like she'd kind of gotten there but with a feeling of awkwardness. Her phone began to ring again as she laid in bed with her nightgown still around her waist and with a feeling of irritation, she picked it up from her nightstand to check the caller ID.

It was after hours. She felt somewhat flustered as she tried to decide whether to answer – it was like she was concerned she'd secretly be on camera, that they'd see her current location and mussed up state.

"Hello this is Gabriella," she answered, somewhat cautiously.

"Hi, Gabriella, it's Troy, I'm so sorry to bother you."

Immediately she felt herself melt at the sound of his tone – the syllables of her name falling from his lips in the same tone and intonation as her mystery man. And then she realised the fantasy that she was falling back into was not exactly appropriate given that she was being called on her work cell and so therefore, the conversation at hand was going to be work related.

"Troy!" she squeaked out, blinking quickly and attempting to calm herself, still coming down from her high.

"I'm so sorry... did I um... are you okay?"

"I'm fine! I was just um... I heard my phone ringing and I had to run to grab it in time," she quickly fibbed, doing her best to catch her breath. She hauled herself out of bed, flipping on the light and grabbing her dressing gown from the hook on the back of her door to wrap it around her.

"Oh." He seemed to take her word for it quickly, and she thanked some higher being for the quick thought and excuse she'd come up with. "I'm sorry to call you so late and on a weekend, but we've had a slight issue with one of your clients, I know things have been strained lately with them and I needed your input to make sure I don't make things worse."

"It's fine Troy, you can call me any time. You can tell your colleagues to leave me alone, but I know when you call it's actually relevant," she remarked. "I hope I'm coherent... I've had a couple of wines."

He laughed. "I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me."

"What's the situation?"

They went through the issue – one of the clients were wanting a specific set of research which Gabriella had been working on to be fast tracked with results in earlier – within the next few hours.

"Do you want me to call them?"

"No! That's why we're here. I tried liaising with one of the lab guys but you know what it's like over the weekend – it's a bunch of college kids. If we fast track, it's not going to be your quality."

"Tell the client that."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. We have to align their expectations, they need to realise that I'm the one with the skills and the background knowledge of the project. I can get stuck into it early tomorrow, but if they won't want to be risking the quality of the data, they'll just have to wait. Tell them that."

Troy hummed in agreement. "Okay. Okay got it. Just wanted your tick of approval, since they'll be pissed and you'll have to deal with it tomorrow."

"I look forward to it," she said wryly.

He laughed. "Do you want me to call you back and let you know what they say?"

"Nah. Don't ruin my precious few hours of remaining weekend. Just e-mail me and let me know."

"You got it boss."

They wrapped up the phone call – despite him having intruded upon her weekend, she found herself lamenting the discontinuation of their call. She lay back down on her bed, flopping down and closing her eyes, placing her cell phone back onto its spot on the bedside table.

She still felt unfulfilled, the interruption to her private time having soured the climax. Falling back into bed, she found her eyes drifting closed again, his voice surrounding her.

Maybe round 2 was an option, even in the real world.