My life was as ordinary, I thought, as any woman's. I worked, as a secretary in a law firm, and just relaxed when at home. It wasn't one of those exciting firms that one would see on television with all the drama and scandal. It was just an ordinary criminal law firm. I wasn't a secretary for a lawyer even β I was the woman at the front desk who would direct clients to the office of the lawyer they wished to see. The only scandal I heard was when Paul, one of the partners, decided to find a new mistress, and the drama all happened on the other side of the wall behind me.
Four years of college and plenty of dreams, of what awaited me in life, and I was sitting here. Life happened beyond the walls, and I had no idea how just a few feet could change one person's life. But day after day, I answered calls and tried to be as friendly and approachable to the men, and yes even some of the women who walked in. I hate to admit it, but I had given my number to a few of the more attractive ones who walked through.
I am not an unattractive woman by any means. I have waist-length curly brown hair that can be put into many hairstyles. I also have a slim yet voluptuous body that entices some of those wonderful secretary fantasies I've been told. My eyes are of the captivating kind β I have been known to eye-fuck my share of clients before they walk into their appointments. But no matter what I how I did my hair or how much time and effort I put into my appearance, I had not had a date for over a year.
But that all changed one day.
I was sitting at my desk, organizing the schedules of one of the firm's lawyers when I endured the only risk of my job β the dreaded paper cut. I jumped and sucked on my finger instinctively, then looked up and saw a very handsome man at my desk. I blushed and took my finger out of my mouth. "I'm sorry," I explained, "paper cut."
He smiled and winked. "It is no trouble." He laughed and shook his head. "It's good that you stopped when you did. It was starting to put some wicked ideas in my mind."
I blushed once again and asked, "Who is it that you are seeing today?"
He bit his lower lip and laughed. I'm not sure if it was nervousness or just plain amusement that was hidden in that laugh, but it made me leak. "I'm not hoping to see anyone in there today," nodding his head towards the wall behind me, "I actually work for a computer corporation on the a few blocks over, but the coffee shop across the street is my favorite. Whenever I stop by there, I can't help but look over here, and admire you as you work at your desk." His eyes flickered over my desk and momentarily settled on one of my decorations β a rubber duckie.
I blushed and thought, "Oh, I hope he doesn't know what that really is!" As I thought of the vibrator hidden inside it.
"How can I not know what that is, my dear?" he responded almost instantly, sensing my thoughts it seemed.
I laughed nervously, the professional in me kicking in. "If you are not here for an appointment, I am going to have to ask you to leave."
Chuckling softly and not deterred in the slightest he asks, "How long has it been, Gloria? I mean, since a man has actually shown an interest in you?"
How did he know that?
"I was just trying to step forward and be the next man to get to know the angel that sits behind her desk day after day desiring to be noticed for more than her job."
"Well, thank you for that very interesting display of interest, but if you have no business here, please continue be on your way."
I wanted him to stay, but the professional side of me had kicked in before I could fight it.
Giving me a knowing and glance as he slowly turned towards the door, I watched him walk out the door and slumped in my chair the second the door latched. After a few moments I gathered myself together and went back to by duties and worked for several minutes before I noticed a small piece of paper laying on the edge of the desk. I picked it up and couldn't help but smile. He had dropped it and in my state I had not even noticed. Opening it up I saw that it was written in almost archaic cursive and said, "In case you change your mind, Love β Mast." Underneath was written a phone number.
The rest of the day went by with what passed for normal, and it wasn't until I was home and lounging on my couch that I even remembered the intriguing man who walked in. I picked up the note and wondered what mother would name her child Mast? I then apologized for all the boys walking around with that name who I could have offended with that single thought.
I looked at my phone and my heart did a nervous leap. Dare I? I took a deep breath, picked up the phone and dialed the number.
He picked up the phone after a single ring. "Hello, Gloria."
"Hello, Mast," I replied lamely.
"I knew that you would call."
"How do you know all this about me? How did you know it was me?"
"Now, if I told you all this, where would the mystery be, my dear?"
I sighed in frustration.
He laughed with a hint of menace. "What would you like to know?"
"Who are you?"
"My name is Mast. That is all you need to know for now."
"Is Mast short for something?"
"Yes."
I paused as I wondered before asking, "What is it short for?"
He laughed his wicked laugh once again but did not answer.
After a few seconds, I heard the definite click of a disconnection. "What the.." I thought
The next day, I went to work, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. That is, until the Fed-Ex guy came with the delivery. I took the boxes and sent them to the mail room like I do every day, but Frank in the mail room ran after me. "Gloria! You missed a package for you!"
No one ever sends me packages at work. Curiously, I turned around and took the package from him. I went back to my desk and opened it curiously. I pulled out a brand new black dress β the Gucci label still attached with my exact size on the label. My heart skipped a beat and blushing, I smiled broadly. I found a letter inside and I opened it quickly. "Meet me in front of my favorite coffee shop at 6 o'clock tonight. I can't wait to see how great you look in that dress." Once again, it was signed by merely, "Mast."
I closed the letter and blushing once again. Who is this man?
Like the curious woman I am, after work I went back to my apartment and tried on the dress. I looked the best that I had looked since high school! I looked at myself from several angles, but could not get over how amazing I looked!
At a quarter till six, I opened the door of my apartment. I had gussied myself up and was so distracted that I kicked a package that was sitting on my doorstep. It was another Fed-Ex box without a return address. I stepped back into my apartment and opened the package with caution and curiosity. How I managed to keep from fainting, I do not know, but I pulled out a show box with a very large label of Jimmy Choo! I opened the box and found another letter. "You didn't think I would let an angel like you wear Pay-Less shoes with a dress like that, did you?" I smiled while blushing and promptly put on the most beautiful pair of shoes I had ever seen.
I met him outside the coffee shop promptly at six, my eyes sparkling with flattery and excitement. I grinned from ear to ear when I saw the single rose in his hand. It's a clichΓ© but I don't care. It's the little gestures like that that get me. He knew everything else, so I wasn't surprised when he knew this.
"Bon soir, ma chere!" he said with a bow while extending me the rose.