She was one of the first roommates I had who I wasn’t attracted to. Not until the time I heard her. Her voice soaking with sounds the wall that separated our bedrooms.
It’s a quiet Sunday morning. The sun plunges in through the window, painting glow worms on your back. Shadows shift with your body, which jerks as you beat eggs. My eyes walk the teeth-marked train tracks trailing from the nape of your neck to your right shoulder.
By the end of the week Mr. Montgomery was present but absent, tirelessly thinking of Eve. “If work comes first when do I?” He was too transfixed to bother her about the proposal so Eve worked in blissful solitude, some days not leaving her office at all.
Mr. Montgomery finally finds the strength to leave his chair. Still tormented by the encounter, he paces back and forth in front of his floor to ceiling office window. The legal ramifications alone of getting involved with a subordinate distress him. “Yes, the legal aspects, that’s it!” His dick grows harder. She has limited work experience, but her vision is captivating. Who is she to be making me feel this way? She is right though. I do want her. I want her at my mercy, on her knees before me. I want her to obey and admire me. I want to rip the slit at the back of her skirt and sit her down on my lap. I want her to water me.
He calls her in his office for the third time today. Arms crossed, ass slightly planted on the edge of his desk, he’s positioned in front of her intended seat.
Exasperated, she goes to him. She lingers in the doorway with one hand on the wall “Yes, Mr. Montgomery?”
It’s through experiences,
positive and negative,
that we feel most deeply;
Xena Warren sighs, bracing herself against the cold stall. Her almond eyes closed, head cocked toward the ceiling.
I’m so fucking close!