Learning Love (Book 1: Love Series)

CH 2- Elevators These Days

Ms. Mason has always been professional and competent in her work. That’s how she lasted a year in his company. Although she was a little uncouth when she was with other employees, she seemed to behave when he was there. So, why was it that she was behaving unlike herself these days?

He noticed her sudden trances when she was faced with his table. She even licked her lips twice if he wasn’t mistaken. Or when he passed by her table, she’d bend her head on her table and urrgghhhh. What got her bothered? Or was it her panties tied into a knot… as she rasped?

It's not that he cared, more like his cynical and suspicious self nagging him to believe there was something wrong with her. He didn’t press on it. She still managed to finish all her works on time, after all.

Gail had been hot and bothered the whole week starting that Monday with Google reading her message. Upon reaching home that night, she complimented her sister and shared to her all the events of the day and they giggled all night. Until her sister said, “By your reaction, you would want more?”

She was surprised and should have felt offended but her inner devil craved for more. Once she got over it, she said, “You’re the best sister in the world.”

The morning after, Google read her another steamy chapter that wet her thong and tied it into a knot. Wednesday, she had no complaints. But Thursday almost killed her. She almost touched herself but couldn’t with all the works Hitler threw her way. Speaking of the devil, he just had to keep on calling her to his office or passing through her table and she couldn’t stop thinking he was becoming attractive. There was a question that kept her on her toes. How long do Germish ccks grow?

Friday hit her with a steamy elevator scene. Oh the visuals! She had to take some alone time at the driver's seat to calm herself down. 

Then took more precious time in front of the elevator to ponder whether it was wise to take the ride. Taking a deep breath, she went in and pressed 39. She decided it wasn't wise at all to look like she just ran a marathon if she took the stairs. She just needed to calm herself. When the elevator doors opened at the ground floor, she thanked nobody in particular for the distraction.

But there was something with the elevator these days, because, it just had to be HIM. Holy _! The man was supposed to be pressing her against the wall and she was supposed to be wickedly urging him for more. The flash of surprise crossed Adolf's features but he nodded her way.

"Holy urghhh!" 

Adolf shouldn't have been bothered but asked anyway. “Are you alright? Is your cursing the new good morning these days?”

She gritted her teeth and tried to look away, but her gaze suspiciously crept lower and landed on the tent of his pants. She had to ask herself if that was a huge tent or a small one. Now it truly bothered her- his size. Before she could stop herself, her legs did the talking as she squeezed them to stop her hyped up nerves. But her little gesture flashed across her peripheral vision on the mirrors behind the elevator doors and she instantly straightened, mumbling a small "Sorry".

Her apologizing was out of the picture. She rarely apologizes. She was competent, unless she did something wrong, intentionally. So turning her way, he frowned. “Do I need to worry?”

She had to be drunk to audaciously roll her eyes at him. Then, she couldn’t look ahead to stare back. Maybe it was best if her loose mouth just unlooses. She…

Ping! That was her cue to stop embarrassing herself. Head held high, she breezed past his shoulders and went straight to the washroom.

Adolf was left baffled. He had to admit he didn’t expect that today. Was it her hormones? Was she having family problems? Was it her thongs again? Damn if he knew! Damn if he cared!

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Gail was done by eleven. She was done with her work. She was done with controlling the fantasies that flashed her mind. She was tired and claimed her rest. Leaning back on her chair, she closed her eyes. To her surprise or unsurprise, the image that ran through her mind were fingers strumming her stringless c**t. Thick fingers, not hers. s**t! I can’t take this anymore. Her thighs squeezed trying to suppress the wild beating down there.

Crrriinngggg!!!

Frustrated and angry, she clumsily reached for it. “Gauusss Internationals, how may I help you?” Her pants barely unnoticed.

A short pause before, “What’s wrong with your voice?”

Hearing his voice only added to her torture. “Nothing. Uhhm!” she shifted in her chair. “Just my voice.”

“Miss Mason?”

“Yeah?” she trembled.

“Are you alright?”

She cleared her throat. “I’m perfect!”

The line went silent and then, “What are you doing right now?”

Her eyes landed on the door to his office. A wicked woman in heat had no time to answer a weightless question. “Wanna see for yourself?”

“What…” he paused.

“I’m waiting for you, sir.” Her voice rasped. She cleared her throat. “Your order.”

In his cool unperturbed voice, he said. “Hmm. Well, I want you to call Berkley and inform him our meeting will be moved to 1. Got that?”

She nodded. “Clear, sir.” She put the phone down before she said something out of order.