tight.”
Jay went rigid . His fists clenched slightly. He gazed back at his house. He looked like he wanted to say one thing; when he looked back at her, and said another. “It was a stupid disagreement over a football pool... just dumb shit. Don’t worry about it.”
Emily knew Jay was lying, could see it in the way he refused to look her in the eye s. She shrugged. Maybe she was reading too much into it? Still, the guy looked in no hurry to leave. She tapped her foot, irritated he still stood there.
“I’d like to finish this conversation, Jay , but I have to get to work.”
Jay looked like he suddenly realized he was keeping her from leaving. He smiled apologetically. “Yeah, we can have that cup of coffee another time, Emily. Sorry to hold ya up.”
“No problem .” Emily watched as Jay turned and walked back home. She picked up her coffee cup and briefcase and fumbled with her keys.
The five year-old light blue Nissan Sentra was the best investment she ever made. Affordable maintenance and good on gas; she never had any issues with it. When she turned the key, it started right up. She had to agree her car was the most reliable thing in her life. Too bad cars weren’t people , she thought in despair. She backed out of the garage and got out to close the door, fuming with those few extra steps.
Chapter Six
Emily drove the seven mile distance to the downtown parking garage; glad to see she was ten minutes earl y given light traffic. She got out of her car. She paused to see Ian the Unattainable in all his glory. He was wearing running shorts and a tee-shirt, getting out of a shiny, silver Porsche across the lot.
Her breath held as she traced those long muscular legs as he walked to the elevator, ducking behind her car door so he wouldn’t see her there, sighing at the sight of him that morning. Emily couldn’t bring herself to join him, just wanted to spy on him, and feel every bit of angst she couldn’t strut confidently up to the elevator to join him.
Emily stood up straight after the doors shut. She walked to the elevator and cursed her innate shyness. Why was it that she couldn’t stand to be near him and couldn’t stand to be away from him? What was the man doing to her? The dreams she had of him the night before made her want to go to the nearest confessional booth and throw herself on a priest’s mercy.
Would Ian see it in her flushed face she was completely, crazily, totally gaga over him? The thought he would laugh at her made her stiffen in dread. She spent those few minutes waiting for the elevator imagining amusing dialogue they might have shared on the ride up until she caught herself, knowing she was insane for creating these bizarre scenarios in her head. It wasn’t real, she reminded herself, but couldn’t help but lapse back into another random conversation with the object of her desires.
These interactions were flirty, highly-sexual, and always ended with him tossing her upon any available surface and having his way with her. She felt disgusted with herself for continuing this absurd, daily ritual.
Emily entered the office . She noticed Ian was waiting for her at the door to her office. Her heart began to quicken in her chest in earnest. He was dressed now in an impeccable gray suit. It brought out his incredible eyes. Those blue high beams crinkled at the corners in delight when she drew near.
“Just the lady I need to see this morning,” he said and smiled warmly down at her, making her stomach do somersaults. “Did you get a chance to look over the artwork I sent you yesterday? Any thoughts? I wanted your professional opinion.”
Emily opened her office . She set down her stuff. She was guilty of two things at that moment. One, she hadn’t even paid any mind to the artwork. She was too busy looking at him to have time to do her job. And two, she really wanted to get closer to smell the man’s cologne, very close. She wanted to be close enough to stick her nose
Jay went rigid . His fists clenched slightly. He gazed back at his house. He looked like he wanted to say one thing; when he looked back at her, and said another. “It was a stupid disagreement over a football pool... just dumb shit. Don’t worry about it.”
Emily knew Jay was lying, could see it in the way he refused to look her in the eye s. She shrugged. Maybe she was reading too much into it? Still, the guy looked in no hurry to leave. She tapped her foot, irritated he still stood there.
“I’d like to finish this conversation, Jay , but I have to get to work.”
Jay looked like he suddenly realized he was keeping her from leaving. He smiled apologetically. “Yeah, we can have that cup of coffee another time, Emily. Sorry to hold ya up.”
“No problem .” Emily watched as Jay turned and walked back home. She picked up her coffee cup and briefcase and fumbled with her keys.
The five year-old light blue Nissan Sentra was the best investment she ever made. Affordable maintenance and good on gas; she never had any issues with it. When she turned the key, it started right up. She had to agree her car was the most reliable thing in her life. Too bad cars weren’t people , she thought in despair. She backed out of the garage and got out to close the door, fuming with those few extra steps.
Chapter Six
Emily drove the seven mile distance to the downtown parking garage; glad to see she was ten minutes earl y given light traffic. She got out of her car. She paused to see Ian the Unattainable in all his glory. He was wearing running shorts and a tee-shirt, getting out of a shiny, silver Porsche across the lot.
Her breath held as she traced those long muscular legs as he walked to the elevator, ducking behind her car door so he wouldn’t see her there, sighing at the sight of him that morning. Emily couldn’t bring herself to join him, just wanted to spy on him, and feel every bit of angst she couldn’t strut confidently up to the elevator to join him.
Emily stood up straight after the doors shut. She walked to the elevator and cursed her innate shyness. Why was it that she couldn’t stand to be near him and couldn’t stand to be away from him? What was the man doing to her? The dreams she had of him the night before made her want to go to the nearest confessional booth and throw herself on a priest’s mercy.
Would Ian see it in her flushed face she was completely, crazily, totally gaga over him? The thought he would laugh at her made her stiffen in dread. She spent those few minutes waiting for the elevator imagining amusing dialogue they might have shared on the ride up until she caught herself, knowing she was insane for creating these bizarre scenarios in her head. It wasn’t real, she reminded herself, but couldn’t help but lapse back into another random conversation with the object of her desires.
These interactions were flirty, highly-sexual, and always ended with him tossing her upon any available surface and having his way with her. She felt disgusted with herself for continuing this absurd, daily ritual.
Emily entered the office . She noticed Ian was waiting for her at the door to her office. Her heart began to quicken in her chest in earnest. He was dressed now in an impeccable gray suit. It brought out his incredible eyes. Those blue high beams crinkled at the corners in delight when she drew near.
“Just the lady I need to see this morning,” he said and smiled warmly down at her, making her stomach do somersaults. “Did you get a chance to look over the artwork I sent you yesterday? Any thoughts? I wanted your professional opinion.”
Emily opened her office . She set down her stuff. She was guilty of two things at that moment. One, she hadn’t even paid any mind to the artwork. She was too busy looking at him to have time to do her job. And two, she really wanted to get closer to smell the man’s cologne, very close. She wanted to be close enough to stick her nose
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