"Are you sure this is going to be ok?" You ask.
"Not really." I respond.
"Well, we can always turn back. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Of course, more than anything in the world." I say, as I look across at you. I can see a secret smile forming on your lips. The car cruises down the deserted road towards a security hut and barrier that blocks the road ahead. The sky is dark, with just the merest hint of the morning sun that will soon illuminate the sky.
"Get down!" I say as I place my hand on the back of your head and push your head down as the car slowly grinds to a halt. The security guard scarcely looks up from his portable television.
"Morning." Says in a rather deep voice, whilst suppressing a yawn, "Can I see your pass." He says. I wind down the window. My heart pounds, will he notice you? I think as I pass him my photo identity card. I feel my heart pounding as I am aware that if he were to look closely he would see you. He scarcely glances at it as he hands it back. "Have a good day". I hear the buzzing sound as the automatic barrier begins to slowly rise. I am wishing more than ever that it would move faster, each second an agony of nerves.
The car park is empty and unlit as we pull in.
"We have to be quick," I say, "We can't let that guards catch you."
"What happens if he does?"
"We would both be in trouble. Big trouble." I respond.
"Ok, this feels so naughty," You respond as you climb out the door of the car.
"Let's go," I say as I take your hand in mine and we dash across the car park and towards the main entrance.
There don't seem to be any lights on in the building and as we pass through reception the main desk is empty; the only movement is a single light on the switchboard switches on and off.
"This way," I say as I grab you by the arm. There is a strange twilight, only the emergency lighting it on. We head down the empty corridors. To our left lies the doors through to the factory, all the machinery lies idle, you stop for a moment to peer inside at the production lines through the glass pains in the window. "Come on I say," as I take your hand and lead you on towards my office.
I push the door open and pull you inside. It is dark, but I switch on the lights you can see a printer, photocopier and several desks.
"So this is where you spend all your time?" You ask.
"You had better close the door," I say as I move to the window and shut the blinds, "We don't have long".
"How long?" You ask.
"Half an hour at most," I say as I glance at my watch.
"Is that all?" You ask.
"We had better make the most of it." I say as I grab you forcefully and push you against the door. My hands grab yours and hold them against the wall. I kiss you, forcefully and with desire. There are no gentle, tender kisses only deep ones as I slide my tongue into your mouth. For a moment you seem into it before you seem to pull away from me slightly. I allow my hands release you and stand back.
"What if someone find us?" You ask.
"That won't happen."
"But what if?"
"I suppose I would be fired."
"We need a cover story. I could always say I was your secretary" You respond.
"Mmm"
