Roxy looked at her computer screen, she stared at the blinking messenger tab on the taskbar. She slowly clicked to bring it up all the while scanning the area around her to make sure her boss wouldn't notice her brief dereliction of duty to check on her personal life. Roxy scanned the message from Ryan238 once more, he wanted to meet in person, she thought about it for more then a few minutes but couldn't decide if she really should. She closed the message abruptly when the phone rang a prerecorded voice came on the line and in frustration she slammed the phone down with more force then she intended.
"So who's got you pissed?" A man in his 50's with glasses came around the corner at that moment.
"No one sorry Steve, it's these damn telemarketers don't even give you a chance to say no anymore."
"Well anyway what are you still doing here, it's time to go?" Steve looked at her.
"It is that time already isn't it! See you tomorrow?"
"Probably not going to try to avoid the pinheads, I mean our esteemed benefactor."
"Good luck."
Roxy walked out into the fading sunlight, she hardly noticed men turning their head to follow her walking away. Standing at five foot six and with such a curvy frame it would have been hard for the men ogling her to believe that she could handle the kind of crass working environment she did. Her long blonde curled locks fell over her back and across her ample breasts. Razor wit, quick analytically thinking, smooth talking just a few of the attributes that allowed her to play in a mans world.
Roxy reached into the pocket and pulled out the key to her red VW Beetle. The men staring at her watched as her stiletto heeled knee length black boots covering her black jeans disappeared into the car first, then the rest of her. She turned the key and Maroon 5's "Moves like Jagger" flowed from the speakers.
Once home Roxy drew up a warm bath and settled into it, she scrolled with her finger over the different posts by people on her social media site, she looked at pictures of friends and their babies, reading about friends who lost relatives, their disappointments and their victories all laid out for the world to see. Yet with all the lack of privacy she knew that there were secrets that even her friends would never post, secretes like hers.
She shut off all the lights and fell asleep. Suddenly she set up with a jerk, her face was drenched in sweet, and her breath came in ragged gasps, she clutched at her chest. She flicked on the light and noticed the blonde six foot four broad shouldered man lying next to her. A pang of guilt flooded her and her checks burnt crimson red as she realized that she had been dreaming once again the same dream. She turned off the light and moved slightly away from her husband, her hand slid slowly down her body her own touch so familiar but also soothing. Her hips rocked lightly as she ground them into the palm of her hand, she closed her eyes and his face filled her mind. Her breath and pulse quickened, she pulled the pillow to her face and bit into to stifle the noise that threatened to escape her tender lips.
"Do you mind if I cut in?" His deep voice pierced the air.
Roxy froze in place having been so close. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up"
