Insatiable Desire

Chapter 7: Teased in the Elevator

Before I could turn around to call the pervert out, a hand tightened on my shoulder. 

A voice that made my ears tingle murmured.

“What a coincidence… we meet again! Your skirt isn’t wet today!”

It evoked all the embarrassing memories, making my cheeks flushed.

We were surrounded by people, but from the corner of my eyes, I could see that no one was looking at us. Their eyes were all on the elevator screen.

I clamped my lips together and reached behind to push him away. I did not want him touching me.

“So many people… isn’t it thrilling? Does it feel… good?”

His palm inched toward the center of my butt and caressed it, relentlessly coaxing the feeling I was desperately trying to suppress. 

Especially when he said “thrilling”. It made me feel weak all over!

A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. 

Of all places, an elevator full of people! If something were to happen… my heart skipped a couple of beats as naughty fantasies began to form.

I was afraid to make a peep.

Just a little longer and it would be my floor! Why was it going so slowly?!

A feeling of anxiety hounded me.

“Better not move… That way, no one will find out about us… Ci-a-ra.”

I shut my eyes in agony as those shameful memories played on repeat. 

My body had clearly become aroused. Waves of heat roiled in my crotch even as cold shivers ran down my spine. 

Suddenly, something hot pressed against me.

Oh my god! My mind went blank.

The nerve of him to do something like this in broad daylight! I had to clamp my mouth firmly shut to stop any sounds from escaping!

It was unbearable! These uncontrollable reactions of my body! I desired more stimulation, more! I made no move to pull away and forgot to put up even a token protest.

I enjoyed the stroking and prodding happening behind me.

The sensation of something stiff exhilarated me.

O Desire, you have overwhelmed Reason!

Wave after wave of pleasure as his hands slid over my legs, separated from my skin by nothing but a sheer silk pantyhose. Each caress left a scorching trail. 

Operating on pure instinct underneath a mask of calm composure, my eyes kept darting to the people around us!

Being fondled in public made my heart beat fast. The exhilaration brought with it an intense climax. The moist sensation was uncomfortable, and yet I was loath to lose it. 

“Ding!” The elevator door opened. 

“Ciara, come on, we’re here!” Ashley tugged at my hand when she saw I hadn’t moved. “They say being pregnant robs your wits for 3 years. Guess it’s true!”

I knew Ashley meant well. She was a young, lively, and lovable girl. Freshly graduated from designer school and not yet an official designer, she was currently working as an assistant under one of the designers, Lina Argent. 

I hastily exited the elevator without looking back.

Finally, I could breathe again! I had just calmed down when Ashley stopped suddenly. 

“Ciara, looks like there’s something dirty stuck to your back. What is it?”

I flew into a panic! What had that bastard done to me?!

I kept a smile on my face as I said slowly, “I’ll check it out in my office. Hopefully it’s just a smudge… You go on ahead, it’s almost time for work!”

When I arrived at my office, I wasted no time removing my scarf and sunglasses. They were so uncomfortable! I tried looking at my back in the mirror.

There were specks of white that were especially conspicuous on the black dress.

Irritation welled in me. I instantly recognized what they were!

I found a spare piece of clothing and was about to change into it when the door to my office suddenly opened. 

I was furious! Entering without knocking, how rude! Did their mother not teach them any manners?

I was about to snap when I saw it was President Walter, and my expression was quickly replaced with a smile. 

“Ciara, we have a new intern with us. Considering the limitations on you during this time, I’ve assigned him to be your assistant,” said President Walter, cutting to the chase with a smile. Turning around, he barked, “Come in, Wilson!”

A bright-looking young man walked into view. 

He was tall, had a clean style and handsome features. Sporting a white T-shirt and a checkered cardigan, he looked very lively. 

I thanked President Walter quickly. “Thank you for your consideration, Sir. I was just worrying about being short-staffed!” 

“Alright Ciara, take good care of yourself. Once you're done with your current project, you can talk to me anytime to request a vacation,” he offered kindly. 

“Thank you, Sir! I didn’t know you had been concerned for me. I’m touched!”

I was leaning desperately against my office desk, afraid they would see what was on my dress. My smile felt unnatural. 

“Don’t mention it! I’ve got to go now, meeting with a business partner. Take care of the intern, you got this!”

“Take care, President Walter!”

I heaved a sigh of relief. 

Wilson, who was a head taller than me, looked at me with a friendly smile. He had a way of making people feel comfortable and open to conversation.

“Hi Wilson, I’m Ciara Hanley.” I smiled amiably at him. 

“Ciara… is that how I should refer to you?”

Wilson spoke with an accent that made his words soft, light, and extremely pleasant to the ear. 

“When I got off the elevator, I heard someone else call you Ciara.”

My heart was petrified! He had been in the elevator!

He didn’t see anything, there was no way he saw anything! I chanted in my mind. 

“By all means, sure! Please take a seat, I need to use the restroom. I’ll brief you about the company shortly.” I did my best to keep smiling, though I wanted nothing more than to rush out and destroy the evidence. 

“Ciara, wait!”

Wilson took off his cardigan and gently tied it around my waist without a word.

I looked at him and was overwhelmed with gratitude.

What a thoughtful, considerate boy!

I had just arrived at the door to the restrooms when the manager, Mr. Vanner, walked out of the men’s restroom. 

Robert Vanner was the manager of the design department and therefore my superior. He was quite tall and often molested his female colleagues. We had both been assistants when I first joined the company, but a small conflict that happened back then had turned into a permanent grudge, so he always had it in for me. 

The way he looked at me always felt creepy. 

I quickened my steps, trying to avoid him. 

“Ceecee, what’s wrong with your outfit?”

Since my name had been called, I forced a smile and responded. 

“It’s nothing…”

He walked toward me with a sinister expression. His smile curled maliciously.

“Pregnant employees are still required to dress tidily, you know… and is that a man’s cardigan around your waist…?” His smile widened. “My, my, whatever would our superiors think if they saw you like this?”

Before I could react, he had taken the cardigan around my waist. 

“Oho? What’s this? Where’s this from?” He smirked.

He had identified the white stains at a glance. His eyes glittered with perverted glee. 

“I had no idea you were so bold! Even pregnancy can’t stop you from fooling around…tut-tut!”

He flicked a finger across my chest, his face dancing with mischief.

“Pregnant women sure have… bodacious bodies. Those buttons are fit to burst! Let’s see… F cups, I reckon?”

Despicable! Pervert! I snatched the cardigan back and fled to the restroom. 

Repulsive! Shameless! Scumbag! Just seeing his face pissed me off, I wanted nothing more than to slap him! To think he would even molest a pregnant woman!

I quickly changed into the spare skirt and put away the dirty one.

Upon returning to my office, I found Wilson sitting quietly by the window. The rays of morning sunlight landed squarely on his shoulder, illuminating his lashes in passing. Without his cardigan, his top was simply a tight-fitting white T-shirt, but it outlined his fit physique. Just seeing him from a distance made me feel better. 

“Sorry to make you wait, Wilson!” I said, while placing the clothes into the drawer, “And thank you for lending me the cardigan, I’ll return it to you after it’s washed!”

“It’s alright, I can wear it as is!”

Wilson took his cardigan out of my hand and quickly put it back on.

“It’s a special period for you right now, don’t overwork yourself!” Wilson smiled and two angelic dimples formed on his cheeks. 

“Could you tell me about President Walter?” he asked.

Wilson did not sit. Instead, he leaned against my office desk and struck up a conversation with natural ease. 

“Yes! His name is John Walter and he’s the head of this branch. Quite a nice guy, too! He has a daughter studying in Canada who’s around your age.”

“Our company is one of the top ten interior design firms in the country! The impressionist art gallery in the city center was designed by us, it even won an award. We have branches all across the country and we’re now expanding overseas to multiple countries. So work hard and you’ll have a bright future!”

Wilson blinked. There was a warm smile on his face.

“Thank you, Ciara. I’ll definitely do my best!”

I sensed that he wasn’t listening. His gaze kept lingering on me, especially on my collar…from his vantage point, my cleavage was in full view.