I want to thank Ashleycooper for helping me edit.
This was just a closing to my Literotica story line that was requested. I left the site for a bit trying to find an editor before completing this and my 'outside the comfort zone' series.
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Duncan hung up his office phone and started gathering his things. The car service would be there soon and he needed to hurry. It had been nearly two months since he and Sarah had hooked up. She had remained perfectly professional and acted as if nothing had happened.
No matter how professional she was, though, Duncan could tell that everything was different. Her smile seemed fake and their conversations never carried on like they had before. She stopped asking for extra work and never stayed at the office a minute longer than necessary.
Every day when he came to work, he expected to receive her two weeks notice, but really didn't know what to do next. He had no grounds to fire her, and she was by all accounts a good worker. The problem for him was, she had been a great worker. Their fling took away her drive and he felt like her staying would only make things worse.
He kept dreaming about her, seeing her huge green eyes staring up at him longingly although he couldn't keep eye contact with her for long. He worked out several times every week, just to curb the hunger he felt for her. His work was suffering and there was nothing he could do about it.
"I'm headed home. Please lock up when you leave." Duncan spoke quickly as he shut his office door and began walking out. He didn't look at Sarah or wait for a response before heading to the exit.
"I'll leave the paperwork for your conference tomorrow on your desk." Sarah said just quickly enough to be heard before Duncan shut the front door.
Duncan reached the car and slid into the back seat. He let go of a breath he'd been holding, once the driver shut the car's door. He closed his eyes and began loosening his tie. He needed a drink. Writing on Literotica was an outlet he no longer had. He was so afraid of her finding his writing that he kept it all on his personal computer and never posted it.
Being able to write out the fantasies he had helped but keeping them locked away made him even more anxious. He opened his eyes to stare out the window. He loved his car service. It was a good 40 minute drive home. He just wished they'd start serving liquor; he'd kill for a drink.
The driver was quiet and didn't turn on any music. He liked this silence. The silence at work was deafening, but here it was calming. He took his tie off completely and relaxed, trying to keep Sarah from his thoughts.
Just 20 minutes into the drive, he had his mind on working out and maybe going to shoot some pool. His phone began to buzz and he pulled it out, praying it wasn't important.
It was a notification. Someone had entered his office. He'd implemented this safety measure a few years back; if his cell phone wasn't in his office it would let him know if his office door had been opened. He slid his finger over the screen. Two buttons popped—up one read "Ignore" and the other read "View Camera."
Duncan stared at his phone, trying to decide if he wanted to see her; Sarah didn't know about the security camera he had in his office. He didn't have locks on most of his file cabinets so he had taken the extra step to assure client confidentiality. Because it was in his private office, rather than in the larger, shared work area, he had never thought to mention it to her.
He waited just a minute. He hadn't received a second notification saying the door had closed. Eventually, he tapped the button and watched as his office came into view. The camera wasn't amazing, but the picture was still fairly clear.
As he'd feared, it was Sarah. He watched her longingly as she placed the paperwork he'd need tomorrow on the desk. She didn't stop there, though, Duncan watched as she went through his file cabinets. She sat at his desk and turned on his computer, then waited for it to boot up.
Was this why she had been so professional? Was she going to destroy him from the inside? He watched in dismay as she started searching his computer. She seemed to be really looking for something. He was mostly shocked at how hurt he felt. He never thought she would betray him in such a way. No matter what had happened he respected her more than that.
"I need to go back to my office. I left my laptop." He actually had forgotten his laptop but ordinarily would have just planned on getting it tomorrow. The driver nodded, slowed, and reached the closest U-turn point. He was only 10 minutes from home. He should get his car but he was so upset he didn't think he'd drive safely. This was it. Here was his chance to fire her.
"Where is it??!!" Sarah mumbled to herself. None of the files were what she sought. She got up and went to one of the file cabinets she hadn't searched.
She glanced back at the door briefly feeling her anxiety bubble to the top. It was opened just a crack. She'd locked the front door so she'd need to be able to hear if someone came knocking for some reason. Technically the office was open for another 10 minutes even if Duncan wasn't there.
She had stayed until 5 pm on the dot every night, even though Duncan constantly left early and she ran out of things to do half way through the day. She had kept her composure and worked hard not to show him how hurt she had been.
She mostly felt naïve. The first time they'd played in the office she had felt so certain she could rein him in. The Noel described in Duncan's stories was naïve and timid and couldn't compare to herself, so Sarah couldn't understand being pushed away as she had been. Maybe she was too forward or had been too confident? Maybe she wasn't as amazing as his fantasies had been?
There were some mornings when she could almost convince herself that they had never slept together. Those days were usually filled at night with dreams about him making her cum and shake with pleasure.
She had gone to Literotica to fuel her fantasies but he had taken down all the stories that were so obviously about her and Duncan, although written with false names. It was her discovery of those stories online that had triggered their ill-fated tryst two months ago.
The sheer number and variety of those stories spoke volumes about Duncan's passion for writing as a means of release, so she couldn't believe that he'd stopped it entirely. Sarah was convinced he had written more, and she was determined to find it. She opened the last drawer in his office.
"YES!"
It was his personal laptop. She rushed to his desk, opening the laptop bag slowly; she didn't want papers falling out. Duncan kept his office rather bare so clearing the desk to set his laptop down was easy.
She felt confident she could return everything to where it had been. It felt like the laptop took forever to turn on. Then it needed to load previously downloaded files. She just groaned and waited impatiently for it to finish.
The second the screen lit up her jaw dropped. Staring back at her from the screen was her own image; it was the photo from her business profile. She always thought she looked nice in it. For a minute she forgot what she was doing. She bit her lip and just stared at her picture.
She felt a warmth of joy flow over her. maybe he thought of her as much as she did of him. She shook her head "Don't be stupid, Sarah." She said it trying not to be upset about how bitter it sounded. She hadn't seen Duncan on his laptop since they had played. He probably hadn't been back on it, given that all his work-related software was on his desktop computer.
As much as it hurt to believe that his feelings had passed, she was excited to think that he might not have had the chance to delete the stories. She needed them. She had convinced herself that she could quit and get a job elsewhere. She just wanted the stories. They made her feel sexy and desired, feelings she desperately needed to replace the "used" feeling she had now.
It took a few minutes to comb his laptop. He had a lot of junk, and worse still, nothing was really labeled. If his office was this big a mess she'd have had a fit being his assistant. She felt her heart beat pick up pace. She'd found the folder!!
She had to read a few lines to be sure. She was going to email the stories to herself then close shop and show up tomorrow to quit. Sarah nearly growled when the cursor showed "low battery"
She rushed back to the cabinet for the power cable, feeling sick and excited. It felt good to see he hadn't deleted it yet. She had never done something as crazy as this. It took her a minute to plug in the cable. He really needed a new one; this one barely stayed in the outlet.
She opened her email and began emailing herself each one in segments. The laptop was so slow that she didn't want to try to send too big of a file at once. As she watched the little blue line inch away, she began to look through the rest of his laptop.
She froze when she saw a file that had been created AFTER they had played. That meant he HAD been on the laptop since then and, therefore, that her picture was still there even though he had pushed her away. Why would he leave it up?
For reasons she couldn't understand, her hands were shaking as she went to open the file. She felt just as she had when he had posted a new story about her. She was trying hard not to get her hopes up, but her body wasn't listening.
It was just the date on the file name. She double clicked and 30 word documents popped up. Each labeled with dates. The most recent one was just a week old.
She double clicked on the first one, dated a few days after they had played together. It was the day after they had gotten back to work.
She opened it, ignoring the fact that her file had sent and she needed to send another. Sarah rested her hands in her lap as she read what Duncan had wrote. She prayed this would answer her questions.
Why wasn't she enough? Why didn't he want her? What did she do wrong?
What the fuck am I doing? Why did I send Sarah off like that?
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