It was Tuesday morning.
Grace had dressed in her other new slutty short short skirt and see-through top. This top was sleeveless. The armholes were so large that a sizable amount of side boob was easily visible. Sandals--either heeled or flat. Polished finger and toenails. Red lipstick. No bra, no panties, as required. As much as she loved being nude at home, today she felt awkward walking from Henry's truck to Building 10. Even wearing her pashmina shawl didn't give her comfort.
"What about Stephen? Could he be lurking nearby?" Henry whispered.
"I haven't seen him or his car yet. Look, if you hear from the detective, please at least send me a text. I don't care what I'm doing, I need to know."
"Okay." Henry walked her to the door of Building 10, a five-story building. He was carrying her things to put on her desk, but he let her keep her phone. A careful glance around, a gentle kiss goodbye, and Henry turned to walk to their regular building. He wanted to protect her. Right now he felt helpless.
The security guards cycled their shifts through all the buildings in the company's campus. That was on purpose, to acquaint them with most of the employees, at least visually. As much as she wanted to hurry through the doors of Building 10, she stopped first at the desk to check in. The guard Fred looked her up and down and asked, "Isn't that a new look for you, Grace?" Then he looked her up and down again.
He used his UV flashlight to scan the badge, saw the FU, and waved her through, thinking,
She's one of the nice ones. I wish she was part of my job...
She smiled at him. "Hello, Fred. I'm supposed to see Mr. Douglas Fairhaven. Which way do I go?"
He made sure she was on the list for today. He found her name, who she was supposed to visit, then pointed to the elevator. "Fifth floor. Then turn right." He kept watching as she walked toward the elevator.
She turned right as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, and saw a set of double doors. She tried to open either door, but they wouldn't budge, so she knocked.
Instead of a voice calling, an actual person opened the door. A beautiful woman, minimally dressed, too much makeup on her face, which made her look older instead of prettier. Maybe that's what she wanted. Grace shrugged.
"Ah, the slut," was all the woman said. Grace ignored her. Obviously not a free use woman, who would never call another one a slut. Simply a receptionist.
Grace heard the receptionist make a call. "She's here," was all she said, and put the phone down.
Looking at Grace, she said, pointing, "Go through those double doors, turn left, walk to the end, wait. See you soon."
Grace had heard it all before.
No you won't, miss judgy. You have no idea.
She walked to the double doors and heard the click of the lock opening. From the directions she had been given, and her knowledge of the layouts of the buildings on this campus, she knew that would put her just at the beginning of a large corner office. Just how large, she had no idea. When she got to the end of her walk, she heard this set of double doors unlock as well.
She pulled the right side door open and walked in. The office was huge. She looked for a large desk, and finally her eyes focused on it far at the other end, and then on the back of the man who, dressed in a suit, was standing in front of a large picture window, his back to her.
It took Grace twelve long steps to reach even the middle of the room. She took five more to get close enough so that, when he turned, she'd be able to focus on his face.
My goodness, he is tall. He must be six-five at least. Wide shoulders. Imposing, even from the back.
She wanted to go closer, but there was protocol to be followed.
"Mr. Douglas Fairhaven?" she questioned. He started to turn. It took that large body a few more seconds than she expected to completely turn. Then she looked up at his face and gasped, as a bolt of lightning struck her and the shock of recognition reached her brain.
"Alessandro? Alessandro, I've found you!"
She was no longer the refined stress reliever. Her phone fell from her hand. She ran around the desk, reached both arms to hug as much of his body as possible, and started to cry.
He let her cry for a few seconds more before he took both her arms and pushed her far enough away for him to look at her. She stopped crying, but that look of love in her eyes, and the smile on her lips, unnerved him. The bolt of lightning had hit him, too.
"How do you know that name?" He almost yelled his question, shaking her. "Answer me!"
Now she looked hurt, and confused. "I... I've always known that name. Ever since the first time I dreamed of you."
Now he looked confused.
She dreamed of me? Bella?
She was hugging him again, and this time he let her.
What if it's a trap? Someone from my past. My youth, could have... no... the only person who knew my plan was my mother.
He sat in the large office chair, and she climbed onto his lap. She was talking, saying something, but his mind was trying to focus on memories. His hands automatically started stroking her hair. Long, lustrous tresses of deep red, reminiscent of his dream.
Next his hands easily slipped under her shirt, grasping those breasts, thumbing those nipples.
I wonder, if this body of hers gets as wet as in...
he had to check.
This wasn't how I wanted to start this, but she sat in my lap as though she was used to it.
He lifted her skirt, cupped her mound, and pushed a finger into her.
She stopped talking and moaned, still smiling, obviously happy. And very wet.
He pulled his finger out and brought it to his nose, recognizing the scent instantly. He tasted it, and started to believe. She pulled her top off and she pressed against him. Like a good little free use girl.
"You are Grace, are you not?" His voice had calmed. She nodded, so he continued.
"Tell me of this first dream you said you had." He still wasn't sure.
I'm the one who had the dreams. She couldn't know anything about me.
