Hello All,
This is the first chapter in an erotic novella I began. This is my first one, but something I have been wanting to do for some time.
I welcome your positive feedback and advise.
Thank you for your consideration.
Kisses...
Cassandra
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The young, professional Alyssandra can have any man she wants. Working as a graphic artist gets her plenty of attention from coworkers and clients. But after glimpsing a man she never meet before, her mind, heart and feelings are suddenly consumed with him. Having felt with the same feelings before in the past only adds to her dilemma. Although she seeks a way to divert her feelings, her unexplainable desire remains. Worse, the same circumstances that prevent her from displaying any interest also keep bringing them together.
-1-
Alyssandra stared at him as she always did when he was there. He siting alone or talking it up with one of the other account managers; she usually walking through the waiting area, or at her desk, catching a rare glimpse of him as he passed by in the hall. And as usual, part of her wanted to go over to him, ask him how's he doing, how was his day, favorite color and all the other petty questions one asks to get to know someone else. The small talk before the bigger questions like...
Like what?
She wondered.
What do I want?
"You think this will work?"
She turned towards the man sitting on the other side of the round table there in the waiting area, breaking her silent, yearnful vigil. She drew in a breath and smiled.
"Yes, I do Mr. Briggs," she said. Back to business. "The internet is a very competitive place, and our job here is to make sure you and your company stand out."
The older, well dressed man let out a slight laugh. "Didn't have all that stuff when I was young. Glad to see someone can explain it all to me!"
Alyssandra smiled. She then noticed his, one stretched upon a wrinkled face beneath a receding hairline. She looked back down at her computer tablet.
"We here are happy to answer any question you may have Mr. Briggs—"
"Perhaps you can answer some of them, as well as giving me your ideas. Perhaps over lunch?"
She looked at him, keeping up her smile. Earlier, she noticed him eyeing her ringless hand and asking judicious questions about being attached. "That's very generous of you Mr. Briggs—"
"Henry. Please. Call me Henry."
"Of course, Henry. But I must politely decline for now. In the future perhaps, when my coworkers and I have more to present you we can do so over lunch." Not a total lie, she knew, but would at least blow him off for today.
Henry smiled back. "I look forward to it."
Alyssandra stood, speaking as she extended her hand. "I will keep in touch and let you know our progress. But we should have a site all set up for you by next week."
The two shook hands. While doing so Henry took in her looks from head to toe: her long, straight highlighted hair, youthful oval face with green eyes, modest B-size breast, the cleavage of which attenuated by the red shirt she wore under the jacket of her pantsuit, catching his eye more than once during their conversations.
She collected her thin computer table and strode away.
Passing through the waiting area, she felt Henry's eyes on her butt, as well as some other of the men milling around also eyeing her figure. But she did not return their visual salutations. She was used to it. The slight bulge on her stomach and few extra pounds upon her slender body did not dissuade men from admiring her beauty.
In a nonchalant way, she jerked her head to the side, raising her hand, pulling back her hair behind her ear, glancing at the one man, his back now towards her.
He did not turn. The cell phone in his hand currently occupying his attention.
She wanted to stop, part of her wanting to casually ask if he was being helped, to hear his voice, get a good look into his eyes, let him get a good look at her. But she kept moving.
Better just keep my mouth shut
, she mused. Besides, she had to get back to her office. And it was a good excuse as any to justify her cowardice.
