Making Love Beneath the Desk

A Lip Service fanfiction

By H.R.C. Stanley

Prelude

Frankie's POV

There I went, I made my way through those doors into the funeral morgue where what remained of my aunt should've been waiting for me. I stepped into a hallway that didn't seem quite so big yet not exactly small either. I spotted the reception up ahead; sitting behind the desk was a rather charmingly young lady of early-to-mid-twenties, with deep dark brunette hair and bright pale skin, must be about two or three years younger than me.

"I'm here to see Mrs. Alan," I asked her in front up ahead sitting in the desk as kindly as I can.

"If you just go down this corridor," she quickly answered to me, pointing to the doorway to her right, to my left. "It's the fourth door to your right." But before I even take another step... "If you could just sign in?" She spoke again, as she handed out a pen to me from her desk. "Thank you."

I did as she said so, I took the pen from her hand and quickly wrote my full name Francesca Alan on the piece of paper that happened to be laying about in her desk, taking my time doing so. During that brief amount of time, I briefly noticed she was checking me out; glancing and eyeing me, I could tell.

"I like your tattoo," I heard her compliment me just as I finished signing, spotting my right wrist. "What does it mean?"

I briefly glanced at my wrist to see what she was referring to, slightly hidden beneath the sleeve, a few Japanese characters, or Kanji, tattooed on my wrist.

"It's the Japanese symbol for lust," I explained, as she nodded for a bit.

"Well, if there's anything else I can help you with, just let me know," she said pleasantly with a nice smile that I couldn't help blush at for even a brief second or two..

"I'll bear that in mind," I replied back to her, grinning as well and hoping she didn't mind.

With that, I walked away to that very corridor. Despite my intention to see what remained of my aunt and my family, the sweet face and cute accent of that receptionist got immediately burnt into the back of my mind, and wouldn't leave it for some time. Little did I know at the time was that she was staring at my bum as I had my back at her. Did she have a thing for me already? Was she even into women? Such questions soon eventually haunted me. I didn't even know her name yet, but in a way, I knew I'd see her again soon enough, and with good reason.

To be continued...