Miriam had been having trouble sleeping lately, it had been such a long time since she had shared her bed, and she felt as if she'd never share it again. Her work kept her busy, which was probably why she often used the image of her boss when she masturbated. Her lack of sleep was catching up; she tried many things from meditation to Yoga.
Though when her Yoga teacher started hitting on her, she had been shocked at first. He had made it sound like a compliment that with her flexibility and his stamina would make for one hot weekend. She wasn't sure why the suggestion made her feel uncomfortable, after all they were both single healthy people. Her best friend, Linda an incurable gossip, suggested that it had been so long since she had been laid, that she had actually forgotten what it felt like. Miriam asked how she could prove it, and Linda had suggested she write a vivid letter entailing how it felt. So she had written the letter, it had been very therapeutic and reminded her of what she had been neglecting in her personal life. Yet the puzzle remained, she still wasn't the slightest bit interested in her Yoga instructor. He was tall, blonde, muscular, and all the women in her class drooled over him. There was something missing though, or maybe something was wrong with her.
She finally realized she slept better during week, than on the lonely weekends. Miriam tried to chalk it up to being tired from long days at work, but the theory didn't quite fit. She shrugged it off not wanting to imagine it was because of the emptiness of her home. Pampering herself on weekends helped and she told herself over and over that she didn't need a man to make her feel sexy. She glanced at the letter, she had been thinking of her boss when she wrote it. Miriam respected his opinion and couldn't help but wonder what he'd think if he saw the letter. The thought making her blush as she slide the letter into her purse thinking she'd show it to Linda at their next lunch together.
She put her purse on her desk and set to sorting through things. She grabbed her purse for lunch and was puzzled when she met Linda and couldn't find the letter. Searching her bag, she swore she had put it there this morning. Perhaps she had left it at work, she only hoped no one had seen it. Linda kidded her about forgetting letter, saying how convenient that was. Then Linda proceeded to joke about how hunky her boss was. Miriam shrugged it off saying she'd never noticed. When in fact every time he walked past her, her eyes were glued to his butt. Also that many weekends when relaxing in bath, she had envisioned him with her.
Admitting such thoughts would not only be unprofessional but also ruin the fantasy. Mr. Curtis was devoted professional, keeping his personal and private life very separate. She had seen him cancel dates to work late nights. She tried to forget how she enjoyed working late nights, having him all to herself. He would never let himself completely go, to relax, and freely enjoy such activities. She would take nothing less from a lover, her lower lip jutted out and Linda asked what she had been thinking about. She glanced up and said she was only worried about work. Miriam hated lying but she couldn't let even a rumor of her fantasies about Mr. Curtis get out. The rest of lunch went peacefully with Linda making her promise that she'd bring letter next time.
At the office, Mr. Curtis was trying to snag his mail while Miriam was at lunch. They worked together so often without words, it was as if she knew what he needed before he even knew it. He accidentally pulled extra papers off his secretary's desk. In his haste to get things back in order and not let her know what a klutz he was, he took the whole mess back to his office. As he sorted through the papers, a letter caught his eye. Slowly, he read it, being quickly drawn into the words of the writer. His eyes were unable to pull themselves away as he read and reread the erotic letter. His gaze finally dropping to the signature and his heart pounded in his ears. It was his secretary's name, and his entire body was hard with need.
Meanwhile, outside his office, Miriam was frantically searching for a letter she'd written. She bit her lip and nearly jumped out of her skin when her boss called her into his office. Tension was so high; she didn't even notice that he had called her by her first name. She pulled on her black shoes the square heels giving her height nature hadn't. She needed to look professional for this job and five foot two with ample curves just wasn't in the job description.
He cursed himself, why had he called her by her first name, now she would know something was wrong. Standing would only reveal that he had obviously read and enjoyed the letter, so he sat down. He saw her quietly opening door, her navy skirt brushing her knees as she walked. His gaze running from her strong legs, he could think of no other word to describe her shapely legs, his mind already picturing them wrapped around him in various ways. Running his fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes briefly trying to capture the image and ignore it at the same time.
"You called, Mr. Curtis?" she was slightly breathless, her chest rising and falling in an unladylike manner under the soft silk of her peach blouse. She was so worried; she didn't notice his gaze running up her body. Dark intense blue eyes rolling over her full hips, up past her heaving chest to rest on her face.
Licking her lips only made her look more worried, he thought. The gesture was so innocent, yet seductive at the same time. He had never noticed how lovely she was, her soft brown hair framing her round face. Freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose. Dark violet glasses perched on top her nose, her soft brown eyes puzzled. He wondered briefly what it would take to make her eyes molten with desire. Douglas shook his head again wondering why he had been so blind before. It had probably been fact that she was good at her job and he hadn't wanted to lose her because of his stupid hormones. Now, it was a risk he felt needed more thought.
Crumpling the letter in one hand, he started to stand. The bulge in his pants made him pause and remain seated. He preferred to think on his feet; it helped him work things out. All he wanted to think of now was how he could sweep everything off his desk, seduce her and remain professional. Heck, he told himself, she had obviously had somebody. All these thoughts and more rushed through his head. "I found this among some of my papers" he smoothed the letter out. Phrases leapt out at him, the way she had described her own desires. Blinking he glanced up, both wanting to see her reaction and not willing to meet those lovely warm brown eyes. He felt himself drowning in them and quickly looked away.
Miriam saw the letter and her face turned red, after all Mr. Curtis was a young virile man. Virile, she thought, where had that idea come from? She cared about what he thought and was hoping he'd offer more than an objective critic. Her eyes shyly took in his dark rumpled hair, the square shoulders, the narrow waist and hips. She bit her lip as she imagined him wanting her for more than office work. She noted the intensity of his gaze now and any courage she had vanished. Her small soft hand reaching out to take the sheet of paper.
