Author's note: After finding a journal of mine from many years ago, I began to transcribe my more youthful fantasies, infusing them with the embellishment of someone who has learned a little bit more about how the world works (I actually don't know much on how it works, don't take advice from me). Just enjoy what is right in front of you. Or feel free to go read Parts 01 & 02...
This is a fictional work. Everyone is 18 years of age or older. Enjoy.
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Next time.
Those were ominous words, weren't they? It's the type of saying a villain would use after they escaped their enemy. They were filled with revenge and foreboding, and Mina couldn't quite shake them because when would the next time be?
It wasn't as if they had worked out when was acceptable to vulnerably strip down and please each other. It wasn't like she had actually pleased anyone in a very long time.
Daniel was a very hard man to please. It wasn't like him to be caught in the office so routinely, but backlash from his editor, Laney, cause him to stalk the firm, sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head and elbows bent, arguing for a pitch. He didn't really have to argue, the company was half his. Half his brothers. Even so, they were under a large umbrella company, and after a few days Mina was positive he wanted to bend that umbrella over his knee and chuck it off their back deck into the ocean.
It made next time seem inevitably distant, which only seemed to encourage her fantasies as the days slipped by. In them she was often at his mercy, hands bound and legs spread. In them she always looked better, a flatter stomach, shaplier breasts, a freshly bare sex for him to to feast upon.
It caused her to dredge up older fantasies of them, from when they had first met and she wondered how it would feel to have him pressed into her as they covered gasps with fierce kisses in a very public setting. How it would have been to have him kiss her. Take her.
Now she knew how his lips moved over hers. The reality was much, much better compared to her concocted dreams. Potent enough, a shiver raced along her spine and she had to set the manuscript down to uncloud her mind. Only she got stuck part way between reality and fantasy, eyes glazed over and lower lip sucked into her mouth.
Startled when the door swung open she slapped the papers up to hide her face as Daniel huffed, "Perspectives meeting, conference room, let's go."
"Okay, boss," she said without thinking and then the entire walk across the bullpen she thought on what she had just said.
He was her boss, her employer. It was a technicality but it shown on paper and she felt a harsh blush reveal itself on her cheeks as she took a seat with a host of other editors, including Daniel's, who she sat beside.
The woman passed her a summary of the plot for Daniel's fourth book in a series and she held it up to hide her face. She had already read over this sheet several times at home, but reading it again grounded her enough to focus when Laney called the meeting to order.
"So, everyone's read through this, what is missing?"
"A comma in sentence three."
"A better title."
"Rip me to shreds people, god." Daniel joked and cast his steely gaze around the room. "Laney thinks romance is missing between the captain and his once prisoner. This is a man who killed her brother in book one, took her hostage, and blew up the capital building on her planet."
"Point made," Laney argued. "This is also the man who saved her ass from becoming an experiment at the hands of her father and brother. And she is the woman who gave up her title and broke the most wanted criminals from prison, and then held a gun to her own father's head. Plus they flirt."
Daniel shrugged, "So, we flirt." He gestured to Mina making her face turn from crimson to pale in an instant as she floundered, realizing now would be a very bad time to reveal what else they had been doing.
"Leave me out of this," she tried to smile and dismiss the comment.
"You're a sitting duck," he argued, "Look, we live together. We've seen our rounds of tension. I'm no nearer falling for her than I am the next stranger who walks through these doors."
"But the fans want a romance. The polls don't lie.
Can't you talk some sense into him," Laney flagrantly asked Mina, "You do live with him."
"My point exactly. I am no less wrapped around her finger because I live with her than Cassius is to Mercy and they have been living in the busted down hovel in space for the last three books. This isn't a romance, they are taking down an unfair, unregulated military enterprise. Let the fans have their fiction, romance would spoil the series. Plus Cassius dies."
The room broke out into an intense bout of exchanges, arguing over his proclamation - one she new from the very beginning. His eyes went to hers and he gave her a wink. She swore the world could see.
Laney let out a defeated sigh. "Can you at least have them fuck each other?"
Mina had to look away then, unable to see the concentrated smugness on Daniel's face as he simply said, "Maybe. You'll have to wait to find out. Adjourned."
