Noor & Ali

My name is Noor Marwan, and I'm a 26 year old interior designer in Ali Landscapes, one of Turkey's popular start ups. I joined 3 years back and had the best experience with the best people only to ruin it all on the New Year's party. Okay stop! Stop! Don't need to think about it! It's all dusted and forgotten. I need an iced coffee before my mind takes me to my demise. And so my day starts, after Fajr prayer I start getting dressed for work then make breakfast for myself and my family. Then I drive to work, buy Iced coffee for myself and a few workers who arrive as early as I do. I head to work reaching exactly at the same time I always do, an hour before start time... or before he comes. 30 minutes later and I've settled down in my cubicle waiting for Sara my team leader to email me the blue print drafts, I chew on my pencil point as I mindlessly drift to my demise. I gasped as I felt his hands on my back pulling me closer to him. "Ya Noor, don't look so surprised you groped me first," it was dark but I could see his sly smile as his eyes lowered to my neck. "I-" utterly confus3d at this point, his lips were so close and my body was pressed against his making me hot all over. I couldn't think clearly, I groped him? "Noor! Earth to Noor." Sara is in ny face all of a sudden and my eyes feel misty from my memory. "s**t Sara, sorry I wasn't in my head," I mumble as I pray I don't look as horny as I feel. We begin discussing work but my stomach is growling and my center is throbbing to be touched. And just like that he comes to work, CEO and owner of my workplace, boss of the organisation I work in. With all his authority, expensive suits and hot hot everything he strides in smiling and greeting his workers and making me wet. He glances at our direction and says, "Team A, I believe we have a meeting at 10, am I right?" "Yes sir, we do." Sara replies and beams at him. He smiles back but before he leaves fixes his eyes on mine and walks to his office. I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding and rush to the toilet. Inside I shut the commodelid and sit down with a sigh, I let myself think of his voice echoing inside me and his breath fanning my face. Why am I still plagued by these thoughts after 3 months? What if it affects my work or worse he fires me? So much for not thinking of my demise.