The sexual tension between Zack and Mira had been gradually building over the past year. They'd cross paths many times during the course of each day, working on the same floor in the firm's downtown office among hundreds of others. In the cube farm that made up most of the space on floor thirteen, each worked on opposite side of the floor, separated by the lobby, and building partitions. But that never stopped either of them from taking a quick stroll through the roundabout to each other's cubes, or to the break room for a few minutes of friendly chit-chat.
Mira, a twelve month divorcee of a twenty year marriage, had taken to Zack almost immediately upon his employment at the firm. With his youthful appearance and boyish charm to go along with his playfulness – always directed at her – she could tell he was totally enthralled with her. How could he not be? Mira was physically stunning in every way imaginable. She was a professional woman who not only dressed the part but did so with a level of classiness and sexiness that put all the other women in the firm to shame. Most looked the part, wearing fine business suits and matching skirts, but Mira always went the extra mile, showing just enough of her neckline and legs to make all the men wonder what she had hidden underneath. Her fine silk stockings, sexy heels, perfectly accentuating necklaces and wristlets, and pristine clear-coated fingernails served only to enhance her appeal.
Yet she was stunningly beautiful without doing a thing. The product of Norwegian and Native American ancestors, she was a striking combination of Nordic beauty and Navajo sultry.
But what made everyone take pause was her scent. No one could place is but the fragrance could be described as a cross between lilac bloom with a hint of damp musk. Wherever Mira went, that unmistakable scent followed her, and left a trail of arousal in her wake. Mira oozed sex, and everyone knew it.
Zack always knew when she passed his cube on the way to the break room, and that was his hint to stop whatever he was doing, and follow. No sooner did she begin refilling her coffee cup did Zack come up behind her and take in more of her through his nostrils before walking over to the water cooler for a refill of his own, and some causal conversation. In the year they worked in this office, Mira never led on that she could hear him inhale each time he walked behind her, and that it aroused her.
It was obvious how attracted they were to each other. The short conversations, quick passing glances, and the mannerism in which they approached each other spoke volumes. Both felt a sense of shyness and excitement come over them as they interacted throughout the course of each new day, and both recognized that their chemistry was getting stronger with each passing moment. It was only a matter of time before lust would spill over, and envelop both of them in its fire.
Friday in the office saw many employees leave early in an attempt to beat rush hour traffic. Many had knocked off after lunch and by 5 p.m., there were only a few stragglers left, hunched over mounds of paperwork in cubes, yet preparing to push everything aside after a long week.
Zack sat in his cube, working on the computer, as others around him packed up and left for weekend. He was just about ready to shut things down himself when the trail of Mira's wake caught his attention. He had hoped to chat with her once more before the week was out and he found himself in luck. He immediately got up out of his chair and walked into the break room. Mira was rinsing out her coffee mug at the sink when Zack caught her attention.
For a moment, she just stood there looking at him. He had half opened his mouth, preparing to say something but before he could form any words, he saw a wry smile creep across her face. He started feeling flushed as she continued her gaze, and realized he was beginning to feel his palms moisten. Neither one of them needed to say anything. They could see it in each other's eyes. The sexual tension that had been building between them was at its apex. They looked at each other hungrily, each beginning to entertain thoughts of what they wanted to do, and got more excited by the moment.
Mira lost whatever remaining grip she held on the coffee mug while imagining Zack naked and dropped it into the sink with a thud. Zack felt himself jump – the noise of the loud thump shaking him out of his own visualization of Mira's bare breasts being shoved into his face. She twisted to grab her mug out of the sink and upon tuning around; Zack was right in front of her. He moved his lips towards her ear and whispered, "Wait 'til everyone leaves."
