Major thanks for the incredible response to the companion piece 'Eve's Drops' that you may wish to check out before reading this sequel. As well as the encouraging public comments, the many positive emails were much appreciated.
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That first morning after uncovering Eve's mutual lust, passed in a dreamlike haze. Daring barely to look at the object of my desire, four o'clock arrived and Eve breezed out of the office, a brief glance my way as if to say: "Why didn't you come and see me today?" At least that's the way I interpreted it.
The following morning, having conspired to miss the alarm and panicking to make nine o'clock, I was devastated to see Eve's chair pressed into the desk, her screen black and lifeless. Leaning over the back of the chair, our boss Graham imparted the news that Eve would be working from home the rest of the week. My heart sank.
"You still going on Friday night?" enquired Graham, as an afterthought, my puzzled expression met with the words: "The summer barbecue. Coach is leaving dead on five."
It had completely slipped my mind. I wondered whether Eve would be there. "Who else is going?" I fished.
"Most of this lot," came Graham's response rang as he ambled away.
A smile elevated my lipa. The gorgeous Eve wouldn't miss a party, would she?
That lunchtime I cornered my pal Danny in the bar. "Are you going to this do on Friday?"
He nodded, lips coated in beer froth. I followed up awkwardly: "You know if...if, um...if Eve's going?"
"Oh yeah?" he teased, forcing me to quieten him down, with a calming hand. "Let's hope so, hey,especially if it's anything like the performance at Christmas..."
I raised my eyebrows but he just smiled back and said simply: "Ask Graham."
Graham? I slumped at the bar disconsolately. She hadn't, had she?
Back in the office I 'bumped' into Graham at the coffee machine. After some chit-chat, I fired the bullet "I hear Eve enjoyed herself at the Christmas party. You think we can expect a repeat?"
"Oh yeah, who's been telling tales?" enquired my stern-faced boss, causing my face to redden and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.
I stammered, the words twisting on my tongue as Graham grinned and moved away. "Let's just say she enjoyed herself."
None the wiser, I made a point of 'bumping' into Danny again, on the way back to the station. Blunt and to the point, I needed to know. "So come on then, what did happen between Eve and Graham at Christmas?"
Danny chortled. "Not sure I should tell you this. It might not be good for your health."
My pleas eventually prompted the words: "Well, the story goes that Graham had to leave early. He went to get his coat from the cloakroom, and there was Eve, let's say, getting rather intimate with another member of staff."
Though I didn't really want to hear this, my eyebrows gestured for him continue.
"Yeah, there in the cloakroom was Eve having her pussy licked."
I frowned.
"Yeah, by that Susan Jones from the Reading branch. You know, Suze, the sexy little blonde minx?"
My eyes bulged before a little grin a smug satisfaction settled on my face. So Suze worked at Waterman's too.
That night I enjoyed an evening of self-pleasure, drifting off with thoughts of Eve...and of Suze.
The following day crawled by, punctuated only by a telephone call at 3.30. "Hi Nick," sounded the female voice. "It's Eve."
"Eve?"
"Sorry to disturb you. I'm working on the Tech Style account, but there's some stuff in the file I need pretty urgently."
Eager to impress, I offered to sort out a courier the following morning. Eve paused. "I kinda need it more urgently than that, tonight really."
I exhaled, as Eve continued: "Look, I'm virtually on your route home..."
How could I possibly refuse?
My head awash with thoughts and possibilities, the rest of the afternoon passed staring at the screen, mouth agape.
Stood awkwardly at Eve's front door like a student on his first interview, I pressed the bell gingerly. Eve answered with a warm smile, gesturing me inside. Even in casual attire of pink t-shirt, faded jeans and fluffy carpet slippers, her beauty shone through. This, I had a funny feeling, went deeper than mere lust.
I handed over the file.
"Oh, the file," she giggled. "You will stay for a drink, won't you Nick" she added rhetorically, returning a minute later with two nicely chilled bottles of Becks.
As I furtively watched her sip the lager, lips taking the neck of the bottle so damned alluringly, I was forced to cross my legs. As we made small talk about work, each avoided the other's eyes. "Ooh, before you go," Eve smiled, "you can help me."
I looked back inquisitively before she added. "I need a man's opinion. Wait here."
Five minutes later she returned, the jeans and t-shirt substituted for a summery little number, a bohemian-style one-piece, in purple and dark green shades. The material was so light and airy it was virtually transparent. The dangerously plunging neckline seemed to balance on her nipples. The rest clung like skin to her body. Flaring at a pleated waist, the outfit stopped mid thigh. More flesh on show than even a good day in the office, a black thong protected Eve's modesty. Open toed black sandals completed the gypsy look. I was speechless. "Well?"