Unforeseen desires : an unexpected encount

Impatient for tonight

After daydreaming in bed for several minutes, the ringtone of my phone snaps me back to reality. I wrap myself in the sheet and make my way across the suite to retrieve it from my handbag. My colleague's name lights up the screen – which is a bit unusual since she usually prefers texting over calling.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm really sick today and won't be able to come in, Ana."

Her voice is hoarse, and I'm not sure what's wrong, but it's far from Leslie's usual cheerful self.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it. Did you have specific tasks?"

"I made a list yesterday of what I needed to do; it's in the third drawer on the left. If you really need help, you can call me."

"I think I should manage. I respond a bit too cheerfully."

Leslie coughs several times on the other end before asking me, "You're way too cheerful. Have you seen your hunk again?"

I would have loved to discuss it at the office, but you're sick, too bad.

"Ana, spill the beans."

I then begin recounting my evening from yesterday and the start of the day. Leslie is completely engrossed, reacting as if she's watching a movie. She interjects with exclamations, and I can even imagine the expressions on her face even though I can't see her.

"Wow, Ana," she exclaims.

"I'm just trying to follow your advice, not overthink things, and enjoy the moment."

"You're absolutely right! I support you one hundred percent. I guess I can tell Jonathan to back off."

"Yes! Well, I really need to get ready."

"I'll let you go, but we'll talk about it later anyway."

She wishes me a good day before hanging up. I leave my phone on the coffee table, head to the bathroom still wrapped in the sheet, and drop it at the entrance. I step directly into the shower, and the water is immediately warm, much to my delight. I lather up, discovering numerous reddish – sometimes even purplish – marks scattered across my body, testament to the time I spent with Darren. I'll have to conceal the visible ones.

Once clean and dry, I put on yesterday's lingerie, except for the bottom that Darren has kept, along with my dress. I order an Uber to go back home and get ready for work. I can't possibly go there without underwear and in my dress. I make sure to gather all my things and leave the suite while holding my dress to prevent it from revealing too much with every step or gust of wind.

I immediately get into the Uber and provide my address to the driver. The ride is silent, and I simply watch the city pass by through the window, smiling. I also think about what Darren did to me this morning, which gives me a warm feeling. I try to push those thoughts away, but they remain firmly planted.

"We've arrived, Miss," the driver kindly interrupts my thoughts.

I apologize and exit the vehicle to return to my apartment. As I expected, it's empty; Noah has already gone to work. I get rid of my dress and change into fresh underwear, opting for a simple yet attractive black set. The pieces are made of soft, nearly transparent black tulle that leaves little to the imagination. I put on my work attire and slip into my heels, ready to head to the office. The day is likely to be quite long without Leslie to keep me company, and I'm eagerly anticipating tonight to once again savor Darren's dreamlike body.

"Good morning, Savannah," the security guard greets me.

"Good morning, Ted."

Ted has been working here for several years; he was already on duty when I was hired. He's very kind and somewhat shy around employees but highly professional. He's rather tall with the expected security guard build, blond hair, brown eyes, and always impeccably shaved and dressed.

"You're radiant today, Savannah," he adds with a slight smile, and I think I see him blushing.

He often has a kind word for me in the mornings.

"Thank you."

I pass through the automatic doors and head directly to the break room to drop off my things before settling into my workstation. I hope Leslie returns soon, and I hope that our HR manager, Ashley, had the foresight to bring in a temporary replacement for her absence.

I spend the first two hours of the day alone, doing my job and Leslie's on top of it, before seeing a tall, leggy blonde arrive. She's wearing a completely see-through white blouse that leaves nothing to the imagination, a blood-red bra barely containing her generous bosom, and a skirt that covers just the essentials, showcasing her enormous behind and revealing long, tanned legs, elevated by a pair of towering heels that I'm surprised she can stand in.

Her long, bleached blonde hair is curled and swept to one side of her face, which appears to have undergone numerous surgeries. She has an upturned nose, full lips, pronounced cheekbones, and a somewhat frozen expression. If Leslie were here, we'd probably mock her, but I'm alone in welcoming her, so I maintain my professionalism and offer a friendly smile.

"Welcome to Beautylang, how can I assist you?"

"I'm Rachel," she says, snapping her gum condescendingly.

Rachel, this name doesn't ring a bell in the schedule, and I need more information about her presence here; I'm not a mind reader.

"Do you have an appointment?" I politely ask.

"No, I'm here to replace Leslie."

Her tone remains unchanged, and she rolls her eyes as she mentions Leslie's name. Come to think of it, I think I prefer being alone for the day.

"I was hired by Ashley, the HR manager, she's a friend of my mother's, for the rest of this week and next week."

I almost choke upon hearing "next week." I'll have to endure this condescending bimbo for several days. Can I fast-forward time and bring Leslie back? There must be a way, right?

I regain my composure and show her the break room, where she places her luxury handbag after wiping the small table. My goodness, she follows me, and I feel her eyes examining me, making me rather uncomfortable. I explain what she needs to do and leave my stomach growling, but I ignore it, abandoning my lunch hour to check how she manages.

I immerse myself in my work, periodically checking on Rachel's progress. I receive a message from Darren, and I immediately pick up my phone to see what it says.

"What type of contraception are you using?"

What else could I have expected? Certainly not something more romantic; it's not the side he showed me. Maybe he was like that with his wife, but I'll probably never know.

"IUD, Why?"

I decide to take a quick lunch break in the break room, giving Rachel instructions in case she has questions.

"We'll talk about it later ;)"

I heat up a pre-made meal of rice and fish, my nose buried in my phone as I search for a way to thank Darren for the incredible morning orgasm while teasing him a bit. I've never really done this before, so I type several responses that I eventually erase, unsatisfied.

"I rarely had such a good start to the day."

I read the sentence several times before finally deciding to send it. Let's see how he responds. He doesn't take long to reply; my eyes remain glued to the screen as I begin my meal.

"Breakfast was delicious! But trust me, dinner will be even better."

I'm sure of it; we've already been intimate, and it was amazing every time, so I have no doubt about his ability to take us both to paradise.

"I can't wait for dinner then."

I clear my empty plate and clean my utensils. I still have a good portion of my break, and I want to go for a walk.

"I still taste you on my lips."

Damn it! How does he do it? How does he make me feel so much desire with just words? And it's only through messages; I find myself squeezing my thighs together. Suddenly, I feel hot, very hot. I close my eyes and remember the sensation of Darren's fingers gently caressing my skin, his kisses on my neck, on my chest, the way his tongue wrapped around my erect n*****s.

Bad idea to think about that; it doesn't help improve my condition, quite the opposite, my desire keeps escalating.

"What are you doing?"

I immediately regret my message; I sound like a girlfriend in need of affection from her boyfriend, and that's not who I am or what I want to be.

I grab my handbag and stuff my phone inside. I put on my jacket and leave the room; I pass by Rachel, who is leisurely filing her nails, slouched in her chair. She doesn't look at me, and I don't linger. The brisk air of this cool day hits me full force, my hair flies in all directions, and I tightly close my jacket to avoid catching a cold. I stroll through the streets without a specific destination.

"Meeting, and you?"

"Lunch break, strolling through the streets of New York."

I continue walking until I reach the shops I visited with Noah a few weeks ago. I browse through them without finding anything interesting enough to buy. I visit several ready-to-wear stores before entering a high-end lingerie boutique. I spot several sets that I'm sure will have an impact on Darren.

When I think about how Louis didn't like me buying sexy lingerie, he argued that it wouldn't make me any sexier and that I didn't need such underwear unless I was planning to see someone else. When I bought a gorgeous lingerie set – the one I wore on my first night with Darren – for our two-year anniversary to surprise Louis, and he found out about it, he completely lost it and insulted me repeatedly. I was so hurt by his words that the set never left its box, and I turned to simple cotton underwear, which had nothing appealing about them.

I ignore this painful memory that reminds me that, despite our separation, he still manages to have a certain hold over me. Even after all this time, I keep questioning if my outfit is too short, too provocative, too vulgar, and everything Louis used to criticize.

I pick out the lingerie models that appeal to me and head to the checkout immediately before second-guessing myself. I know Darren will appreciate them; I saw the spark in his eyes when he removed my clothes on that first night. I still remember his words.

"Sublime, I hope I'm the only one who's seen you wear this marvel, Ava."

I check out with a smile, eager for Darren to discover my purchases. I leave the store with my bag and return to my workplace to finish my day.

Rachel doesn't really work; she answers one call out of five and spends her time chewing gum or touching up her makeup. I can't wait for Leslie to come back. At the end of the day, she leaves without saying goodbye, swaying her hips. What a b***h, seriously. I tidy up the messy desk she left behind after her departure and then leave myself; I take a taxi to my monthly appointment with the esthetician. It's a painful but necessary moment for me, as I don't really tolerate body hair. I have my legs, armpits, and bikini area done. Darren hasn't made any comments about my body hair. In contrast, Louis always demanded that I be perfectly hairless, even if I hadn't been to the esthetician; I had to find a way. He couldn't stand the thought of me having body hair, especially on my vulva. I really didn't like it; it made me feel like a little girl, but I complied with his demands. Over time, I managed to overcome it and leave a strip of hair that I find rather sexy.

My appointment over, I return to the apartment. I have no idea what time I'm supposed to meet Darren tonight. I take a quick shower and wrap myself in a towel to find an outfit. I'm getting desperate as I search for something I like when Noah arrives.

"Noah, I need your help, please," I shout in the apartment.

He joins me, laughing, in my bedroom and stands in front of me.

"You're meeting Darren, huh?"

I nod and let him examine the contents of my wardrobe before he suggests a pair of jeans and a white blouse with a plunging neckline.

"You don't need to dress up all the time; he's already captivated by you, Ana."

I trust him and nod. I take out one of my newly purchased sets, remove the tags to wear it. Noah's eyes widen as he sees what I pull out of the bag.

"Damn, Ana!"

"What? Are they not nice?"

He shakes his head with a sly smile.

"They're gorgeous and super sexy! You'll look amazing in them."

I thank him, and he leaves the room to let me get ready. My phone rings when I add the finishing touch of red lipstick.

"I'll be at the hotel by 8 PM, enjoy the suite as long as you want, just make sure to announce yourself at the reception."

A second message arrives just seconds later.

"No need to flirt to get upstairs, my dear."

I laugh to myself as I read the messages and step out of the room.