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shivering, on the floor. He stays silent when I take his cock in my mouth and suck it deep, when I rub it between my breasts, over my face, stroking and sucking until he comes in hot, sticky spurts all over my chest.
    But when I tell him to clean me up, not with a cloth but with his tongue, then he does say something. And it’s two little words, spoken softly, as I pull a towel around him and try to warm him up.
    Thank you.
    We spend the next few days at work passing what I can only describe as
longing glances.
I’ve let things get out of hand there, out of control, and I have to get a grip before anyone notices. Lucas is behind too, and he comes in early and leaves late and there are no more assignations in the stationery cupboard, though I spend more time thinking about it than I should.
    And then, out of the blue, Martin Banks asks me out to dinner. I’m so flustered that I say yes before I can think to say no, and we agree to the following Monday night at the little Italian on Bridge Street, just as I had planned. It’s a classy place, the sort that expects an LBD and pearls even on a week night. The kind of place I’ve always thought I wanted to be taken to.
    But suddenly the idea has lost its appeal. Unfortunately saying no is not easy. I’ve hardly been on top of my game for the past ten days. And if someone somehow finds out what I did with Lucas in the stationery cupboard, I’m going to need to be on Martin Banks’s good side.
    So I fix on a smile. ‘That would be lovely, Mr Banks.’
    â€˜Please,’ he says, smiling that expensive smile. ‘Call me Martin.’
    â€˜Martin,’ I say.
    â€˜I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty,’ he says. ‘We’ll go for a drink first.’
    â€˜Lovely,’ I say, my brain switching onto autopilot. This is, after all, what I wanted. A scenario I had played out in my head countless times as I sat behind my desk and watched day after day disappear on my calendar. Days when I wasn’t getting any younger, when my insides were getting older. Tick, tock.
    It isn’t the scenario that had played out in my dreams, however. Those were entirely different, and now, thanks to Lucas Brady, they have real-life focus. They’re no longer a blurry, faceless longing, but a sharp, defined desire. Thanks to him, I finally understand who I am. I finally understand what it is that I need, what it is that makes my heart beat and my world turn.
    So I agree to the date with Martin Banks, but I know it will be the only time I will go out with him. Somehow, I will make him see that we can never be more than employer and employee. We’ll laugh about it, and we’ll never talk about it again, and if I get him in the Secret Santa at Christmas I’ll give him a bottle of red that costs more than a tenner, as a sort of apology.
    By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, I am so horny that I can barely contain myself. It’s all I can do not to march into the office that Lucas is currently working in, kick the door shut and order him to finger me until I come. Only the thought that I am going to take him home with me and that he is going to be mine to do with as I wish for the entire weekend keeps me going.
    At five-thirty, I switch off my computer. I’ve worked like crazy today, and everything is back as it should be. Even the stationery cupboard has been restocked, though as of today, I’ve instigated a new rule – the door has been left open, and everyone can help themselves. I feel surprisingly unstressed by the new process, and it has freed up a surprising amount of time.
    Which is why I’m able to put on my coat and pick up my handbag now, and not an hour from now. I decline the offer to go for a drink. No one seems surprised, probably because I always decline. There is always too much work to be done.
    Not today, however. Today I am leaving on time and I am taking Lucas Brady with me. He looks up