Chapter 42

Debbie is finishing up office work, and is deep into it when she looks at the clock to see that it is time for to go home. The trouble is she cannot go home until the work is done. Because she slipped away this morning to confront Alan she was punished by her boss with the extra load. Trouble is she is going to be the one cutting out on her promised date with the man, which in turn is going to make her no better than him. Well, she’s not fucking anyone so that elevates her a little. What she should have done by now was to call him and let him know she would either be late or not at all. Honestly, Debbie pushed off the call because she thought she could get done.

Another problem she has had today is she hasn’t been able to get the man out of her head. She should have stood up to him more, maybe even approached the situation differently. The trouble is she wants him all to herself. Debbie doesn’t want to share. She wants an older guy to take care of her. It helps that he is handsome and well built, and not just in the muscle region. She smiles at the thought. Unless you consider that a muscle ... She gets up from the desk and stretches. “Alright,” the woman says aloud. “I need something to drink and then I’ll get finished. I can call Alan and pretend I’m still getting ready.” She can even lie and say she is getting done up extra special for him.

She makes her way to the break room, which is almost completely black with the lights off. She grabs a plastic cup off of a shelf and walks to the sink to fill it up, dropping it on the floor just before she gets there. Debbie sighs heavily at her tired unwillingness to bend over and pick it up, putting one hand on her hip, staring at the floor. She hears a small laugh behind her and turns quickly around to see Alan standing in the doorway, leaning into its frame with his arms crossed. “Having trouble?” he asks, laughing softly.

“Beyond trouble,” she says. She tilts her head to look at him, wondering if he is even there. She is so tired and her mind has been on him so much that she really cannot be sure of her own mind. “Are you really here?”

The man grins. “That’s an odd question to ask.”

“Well, it’s even odder if you are,” she replies.

“I call your boss up earlier and asked if he’d let you get off early,” he says, grinning.

“You did what?”

“Yeah you know, one businessman to another,” he continues, unhindered by her outburst. “He said I was a bad influence on you and that it’s my fault I lost you as an employee. What is the guy, twelve?”

“I’m sure that if you had called before he gave me all my extra work he would have given me more.”

“Probably,” he says with a shrug. “Honestly, your boss sounds like a dick.”

“He is,” she agrees. “Now the real question is how did you get in here?”

“I slipped Eduardo some money and told him to take the night off,” he confesses.

“That explains the lack of janitorial services happening,” she murmurs.

He steps into the room with a hand behind his back. “I wanted to apologize for this morning.” With that he pulls out a small bouquet of flowers.

“You don’t need to apologize,” she says, grinning.

“And why not?”

“Because,” she answers quickly.

“Because why?” he asks.

“Because I realized that I was being foolish,” she says, giving him a loving smile.

“I cannot accept that,” he says, handing out the flowers to her. “I realized that I am falling in love with you and it scares me. I know I have to give up a life I’ve led to be with you. And if that is what I must do...”

She takes the flowers and presses them to her nose, taking in a deep breath. She turns, thinking about the need to get water for them. She feels his hands softly wrapping around her hips, the strength of arms keeping her still more so than his hands. She draws a breath and closes her eyes. She feels the warmth of his breath on her skin, running through her hair as he moves closer to her, his fingers flexing into her. She feels herself trembling. “I have got to get that work done tonight,” she whispers a protest.

“Or?” he asks as his lips find the curve of her neck.

Her head drops back to rest against his shoulder. “Or ... I don’t know. The dick may fire me.”

“You can always have your old job back,” he offers, his mouth moving slowly and leaving a light trail of wetness as his tongue touches her skin.

“I don’t want that position,” she says, nearly moaning as a dizzying chill runs through her body.

“You can have a better one,” he offers.

She feels the small pinch of his teeth. “I’ll be your secretary,” she counter offers. Her hands find his hands on her hips.

Alan’s fingers open and extend to allow hers to entangle with his. “You can be my sexretary then.”

Their hands move together as he begins to slide them along the front of her body, first lower on her hips and then up to the bend in her waist. Her breath becomes audible and a small sound escapes her lips before he turns his head far enough for him to his her.

“But I don’t date my boss,” she argues.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says. “You can always quit and let me take care of you.”

Debbie opens her mind to express her reluctance to do that when he closes the gap and kisses her. It is so warm and sweet that she forgets the words, feeling uncertain on her feet. She can feel the wetness of his mouth. She feels their lips touching in places. She can feel his mouth muscle grazing hers briefly before pulling back. She feels his hand along the side of her face. His fingers reach into her hair and then back to her skin. His other hand finds the other side of her face and she turns her body to him. Her hands run along his arms. His muscles ripple beneath the touch.

Work seems suddenly inconsequential. The world seems to fade away. Life only matters if they are together. The kiss stretches on. It is unhurried. It is so full and partial and tender. His arms are so strong and hard. She feels safe within them. Debbie grips at the bend of his arms and tries to pull down, but they don’t move at all. She wants to touch all of him. She wants to feel every part of his body.

“Alan...” she says hoarsely.

His teeth pull on her lip as he pulls his face away to look at her. “Yes... ?” But before she can answer, the man buries his face in her neck. His lips and tongue work over her. He moves further down her body. His hands cup her ass as his mouth grazes the edge of her bra.

“Alan ... no...” she starts to say. She wants to tell him that she has to get the work done. She wants to remind him of their dinner reservations.

His hands are on her face again. He pulls his mouth back up to hers. His kiss is like fire and all consuming. He forces her words back down her throat and into her stomach, dissolving them into nothing. Debbie melts into him as his arms wrap under her ass to lift her up until she is half sitting on the sink, half supported by her legs around him. His fingers work at her skirt and her mind is screaming for it not to happen here, yet body is yelling the opposite! He works the material down her hips and off her body. Then sitting the woman on the countertop to the side of the sink, he pulls them past her feet. His digits graze her belly, finding the edge of her shirt and he pulls it over her head.