Paige was sitting at her desk, trying to read one of the countless letters she had to get through before next week's issue, when June put her head and asked her to collect a fax and drop it off at Anthony's desk. Anthony, the exact man who's causing my loss of focus, Paige thought.
"Why can't you do it?" Paige blurted, putting the letter in the in tray and starting to pack up. She hoped June hadn't noticed her shaking hands.
"I've just had a call from the school. Emma's not well, I have to go get her. The woman on the phone said the fax will be sent in half an hour. I know you're finished, but..." June looked at her hopefully.
"Say no more, go get Emma. She's ten now, right?" Paige asked.
"Yes, ten," replied June with pride. "Before I know it she will be in high school. Well, best go. Thanks, Paige.
"Yeah...it's strange how time flies, isn't it?" Paige said to herself, thinking how much time had gone since Anthony was in her flat., Only two weeks, she thought, but it feels like months since I last saw him.
After she admitted she had slept with him because she wanted to, she had asked him to leave, and told him nothing could happen. Since then he had been nothing but professional, but sometimes she felt his eyes on her.
He'd been out of the office all this week, but was back today. She hadn't seen him yet, she had been avoiding him since she had had a dream about him. She had dreamed they were back in the hotel. She hadn't left this time; instead, he pulled her into his body then turned so he had her pinned to the bed and in a smoky voice asked,
"Do you want me?"
She woke up breathing heavily, her clothes damp, her nipples erect and feeling wet between her legs.
Paige's thoughts were interrupted by the fax machine. Glancing at the clock on the wall she was stunned to realize how long she'd been day dreaming. She grabbed her bag and jacket and went to collect the fax, then hurried to Anthony's office.
Paige took a few deep breaths as she stood outside the door. Get in, get out, she thought. Paige knocked and waited.
"Anthony?" she called through the door, he's not in, she thought relieved. Checking the door and finding it unlocked, she walked in. Relieved at finding it empty, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the desk.
As she moved to place the fax on his in-tray, she heard the door close behind her. Without turning she knew who it was.
"Have you decided you want more than a working relationship?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
He knew what Paige was doing there -- the fax and wishful thinking weren't going to change that. June had seen him before she left and had let him know abut the fax.
He had been waiting for the kettle to boil when he started wondering what Paige would be wearing. Something that showed her legs off, most likely, he thought. But tight jeans or baggy, he didn't care. He put down his coffee. Why should he care? She obviously didn't want to see him; he had been here all morning and he knew she'd avoided him. Leaving his coffee, he went to his office hoping to catch her. He didn't know why, or what he would say, but he needed to see her.
She looked amazing, he thought. She wore a red summer dress that hung just past her knees, and heels that made her legs look long and slender. I had those wrapped around me, I had her between my...
"June had to leave," she said, breaking into his thoughts. "She was waiting for a fax when the school called, I was just dropping it off." She said. She was facing the desk and away from him.
Anthony could hear her voice was unsteady. Dare I...? he thought.
"And now...?" he asked, moving towards her.
"Now..." Paige repeated, then gasped when he trapped her between the desk and his body, his arms on either side of her.
"What are you going to do now?" He rubbed his cheek against hers.
She could feel the stubble on his jaw, then the smooth skin above, it made her feel... she closed her eyes and concentrated.
"I'm...going home," she said with little conviction.
"Are you?" He kissed her neck, feeling her shiver. He trailed kisses to her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down with his teeth.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, grazing her shoulder with his teeth, praying that she didn't.
"No," she said breathlessly she dropped her head backwards.
He took the hint, kissing her neck. Lifting his hands off the desk, he trailed his hands up her hips. Keeping one hand on her hip, he let the other slide down her leg and caught the hem of her skirt, slowly drawing it up.
