Magnus had barely made his way into his apartment when he began to eagerly inspect the hot container in his hands. He walked over to the mostly empty bedroom, sat down on top of his suitcase and placed his phone by his side. He then realized that there was something soft, wrapped in plastic on top of the container. He unwrapped the soft flat bread and took a bite. The bread was tender, warm, savory and buttery. He had to stop himself from devouring it before he could get to the contents of the container. As he peeled off the lid, delightfully aromatic steam filled his nostrils and he marveled at the vivid colors of the food that lay on his lap.
The bright yellow curry was comprised of shrimp, delicate whitefish and red and green peppers. He popped a plump, juicy shrimp into his mouth and enjoyed the barrage of flavor that assaulted his tongue.
"Shit."
That was when he realized that he had absolutely no utensils. But he also had no witnesses; he thought to himself as he lifted the container and used the soft naan to shovel the food into his mouth.
"Så fucking godt!"
He exclaimed as he bit off the sauce covered end of the bread.
The olives... the curry... the succulent seafood and the slight notes of bayleaf offered more flavors than he had ever experienced in one meal. He looked over at what appeared to be some sort of beet greens on the other side of the container and scooped a bit of the garlic speckled, forrest green side dish onto the bread. He bit into it and was amazed that a vegetable could taste so savory and flavorful.
"Jeg kunne spise lige dette alene."
He said to himself, noting how the simple dish of cooked greens could easily stand on it's own.
Magnus had completely devoured the large container of food and was now shamelessly licking the remnants of sauce out of it. When he was satisfied that there wasn't a trace of deliciousness left, he brought the container to the sink and washed his face before gulping down several ounces of water from his palm as he ran the faucet. The combination of how hearty and satisfying the meal was and the vulgar way in which he devoured it, made him feel strong- almost barbaric.
He went back over to his makeshift bed of towels with his shoulders squared and his arms curled and flexed like a body builder and reveled in his own masculinity. He laid down, laughing at his own goofiness. But it wasn't long until his thoughts were shifted back to her.
"
Manly mand..."
He chuckled to himself as he thought of her roughly riding the semen right out of him. That was when it finally dawned on him that not only did he not wear a condom; but he hadn't even concidered it.
Not even when she first sat him onto the couch.
Not even when she mounted him.
His only concern at that moment was feeling her tight little honey pot wraped around him.
And god was she tight...
No. He had to focus on his mistake. He had more self discipline than that! He shook his head in disappointment at his own actions. He hadn't even known her for twenty four hours and she could already be impregnated with his child.
He thought of her soft, brown abdomen slightly rounded, concealing his growing offspring as she lay down naked and allowed him to view her swollen, fertile body.
He could feel himself beginning to pulse in his pants.
'Would her breasts drip milk for me?
What the fuck am I thinking?!'
He pressed his palms to his eyes and shook his head; angered at his own recklessness. He cleared his mind of her, set his alarm, and drifted off to sleep.
Magnus was awakened by the ringing of his phone. He was surprised to see that it was his assistant and not his alarm.
"Hello. Good morning, Annette."
"Good morning, Dr. Bjornssen"
"Annette, please... as I've mentioned before, if I'm to call you by your first name, then you should use mine." He requested in a friendly manner.
"Of—of course, Magnus. I'm sorry, I'm just not used to working with someone so down-to-earth. The professors at the university are relentless at reminding me that there's an ever present line between psychiatrists and lowly psychologists such as myself. Especially since I'm the rookie."
"You'll find no pretentiousness here, Annette. As I've told you; my license is in psychiatry, but my heart is in psychology."
Annette paused for a moment to smile to herself.
"It's going to be so much fun proving those glorified drug dealers wrong!"
"Let us hope!" Magnus cheerfully agreed.
"Well, I've already briefed you via email on the case study, so you should be completely prepared to start your first day without a hitch. I've set up your office and I'll be in at seven-thirty to tie up any loose ends. Is there anything I might be forgetting?"
"No, Annette. I'm truly honored to be fortunate enough to have such a professional and efficient assistant. Thank you for your dedication."
"Oh, Magnus! We've barely started working together- but it does seem like we've been colleagues; or even friends for years."
Annette paused, hoping that her last comment wasn't too unprofessional.
"Yes. It is good to feel as though I finally have a friend in my field."
Annette smiled, appreciating the sentiment.
"There is one other request, if I may burden you..."
"Anything- I mean; whatever I can do to help."
"Could you by chance direct me to a shopping plaza during our lunch break, so that I may purchase a few essentials? Specifically a phone charger?"
"Oh!"
she giggled shyly
"Of course! Tell ya what, I'll drive."
"Annette, you are truly an asset! Thank you- and lunch is on me."
The coworkers said their goodbyes and Magnus got to the business of getting ready for his first day at work. Annette had called him a half hour before his alarm was set to go off, but it was all for the better; as he enjoyed taking his time around the empty apartment to shower, dress, and eat most of the fruit basket for breakfast. As he bit into his second pear, his thoughts drifted once again to Cassie. He thought of her standing at her door completely naked as she directed him out.
"Onde lille diva..." (Evil little diva)
He whispered as he looked over to his soiled underwear from last night. He wondered if they still carried the scent of her juices, or just his own.
He walked over to them, pear still in hand; and was about to pick them up when he heard a knock at the door. The knocking continued until he approached the door, and he wondered if the impatient visitor was his landlord.
"Yes, one second." He replied as he opened the door.
