Author's Note: Here it is again folks. This time i'm giving you the whole story.
All Night Long
Chapter One: Page One
Zell Dincht rode the elevator up to the thirty-sixth
floor of the Chicago high-rise where as of five o'clock
that Friday evening he used to work. While today had
been his last day on the job for Corgan Architectural
Group, he still had unfinished business to resolve. If
Seifer Almasy was game for the provocative seduction he
had in mind, tonight they'd take a foray into the
forbidden.
Biting his lower lip, he absently slid a black silk
scarf through his slender fingers, the texture cool,
sleek, and highly seductive to his senses. Especially
when he thought about what he planned to do with the
scrap of material. Would Seifer find his erotic request
equally as stimulating and agree to be his for one
night only? Or would he refuse and send him on his way,
leaving this deep, consuming craving he'd developed for
him unfulfilled?
There was no denying the chemistry and attraction
between them that had grown stronger and hotter over the
past few months. They'd indulged in a sexy but harmless
office flirtation, but he'd been the one to turn down
two separate invitations to join him for dinner in order
to keep their relationship from developing into anything
more serious.
His career came first. Always had, always would. Which
was why he'd accepted a very generous offer to head up
the restoration division at another architectural firm.
The new firm provided a better position, more money, and
plenty of opportunity to advance within the company. At
28 years of age, security and total independence were
within his grasp.
But before he immersed himself in his new job, he
wanted an unforgettable night with the one man who
attracted him like no other.
The elevator came to a gliding stop, and with a soft
"ping" the doors slid open into a luxurious reception
area, quiet and empty now except for the soft glow of
light illuminating the corridors leading to two separate
wings of the firm. Taking off his shoes and leaving them
by the bank of elevators to slip back on later, he
headed left and silently made his way down the hall
toward Seifer's office.
At a quarter to eight, all the rooms were dark and
empty, except for the one at the very end of the
corridor. He'd been counting on his late-night work
habits to act in his favor, and he'd been giddy with
relief when he'd seen his Lexus in the parking
structure below. One obstacle had been cleared, but
another still remained.
He stood in the doorway to his office, his heart
beating hard and fast in his chest, the scarf clenched
tight in his fist. He sat across the room on a stool in
front of his drafting table, his concentration focused
on the set of blueprints opened on the surface. Soft
rock music played from the stereo he'd had installed,
which would help to drown out any noise he might make
as he approached him from behind.
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All Night Long
Chapter One: Page One
Zell Dincht rode the elevator up to the thirty-sixth
floor of the Chicago high-rise where as of five o'clock
that Friday evening he used to work. While today had
been his last day on the job for Corgan Architectural
Group, he still had unfinished business to resolve. If
Seifer Almasy was game for the provocative seduction he
had in mind, tonight they'd take a foray into the
forbidden.
Biting his lower lip, he absently slid a black silk
scarf through his slender fingers, the texture cool,
sleek, and highly seductive to his senses. Especially
when he thought about what he planned to do with the
scrap of material. Would Seifer find his erotic request
equally as stimulating and agree to be his for one
night only? Or would he refuse and send him on his way,
leaving this deep, consuming craving he'd developed for
him unfulfilled?
There was no denying the chemistry and attraction
between them that had grown stronger and hotter over the
past few months. They'd indulged in a sexy but harmless
office flirtation, but he'd been the one to turn down
two separate invitations to join him for dinner in order
to keep their relationship from developing into anything
more serious.
His career came first. Always had, always would. Which
was why he'd accepted a very generous offer to head up
the restoration division at another architectural firm.
The new firm provided a better position, more money, and
plenty of opportunity to advance within the company. At
28 years of age, security and total independence were
within his grasp.
But before he immersed himself in his new job, he
wanted an unforgettable night with the one man who
attracted him like no other.
The elevator came to a gliding stop, and with a soft
"ping" the doors slid open into a luxurious reception
area, quiet and empty now except for the soft glow of
light illuminating the corridors leading to two separate
wings of the firm. Taking off his shoes and leaving them
by the bank of elevators to slip back on later, he
headed left and silently made his way down the hall
toward Seifer's office.
At a quarter to eight, all the rooms were dark and
empty, except for the one at the very end of the
corridor. He'd been counting on his late-night work
habits to act in his favor, and he'd been giddy with
relief when he'd seen his Lexus in the parking
structure below. One obstacle had been cleared, but
another still remained.
He stood in the doorway to his office, his heart
beating hard and fast in his chest, the scarf clenched
tight in his fist. He sat across the room on a stool in
front of his drafting table, his concentration focused
on the set of blueprints opened on the surface. Soft
rock music played from the stereo he'd had installed,
which would help to drown out any noise he might make
as he approached him from behind.
NEXT