by M R Field
“As if that’s going to happen. You’ll ruin my hair and makeup.” Her eyes stare at me disbelievingly. Sounds like a challenge to me.
As the night progresses and we’re laid out on the couch, the same words keep tumbling in my mind as I stroke my fingers up and down her back. Game on.
Letty
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: All looks appropriate.
Date: 16/8/18 5:28am
Dear Leticia,
Thank you for your email. All the scheduled appointments look correct.
There is just one suggestion I need to make.…
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: LETICIA?!
Date: 16/8/18 5:31am
I don’t think this warrants a response if you’re going to call me LETICIA!
Don’t you sleep? It’s like 5:30a.m.! My phone pings when I get an email.
At least you didn’t highlight any errors, but the day is still young, I suppose.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Apologies and reasoning
Date: 16/8/18 5:35am
I slept, but not as much as normal. A certain someone kept appearing in my dreams and not having her next to me made it difficult to get back to sleep.
I’m sorry to call you Leticia. But I need to maintain an ounce of civility to get me through the day. If I can hold onto that thought then I can survive not manhandling you around the staff.
I’ll lay off the teasing in my emails. Now I like to tease you in other ways.
I just have one request.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: You’re forgiven for now, sleepyhead
Date: 16/8/18 5:39am
So, what is this request, Mr. Lawson? ;)
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Appropriate footwear
Date: 16/8/18 5:42am
Wear those red heels today.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: If I must, bossy man.
Date: 16/8/18 5:44am
I’d had on another pair, but if I must…
You’ll just have to water my bamboo plants.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Thank you
Date: 16/8/18 5:47am
I’ll make it worth it.
Consider your plants well-watered.
I smooth the lipstick across my mouth and pucker my lips to check my application. I smile at my reflection in the mirror. Turning the lipstick over in my fingers, I chuckle at SASSY, the title of the bright red tint. I’ll be sassy, all right. If he wants to boss me to wear a pair of sexy heels, he can take the wrath of my outfit today. I have on a tight A-line dress, dark blue with a splatter of tiny cherries all over it. From the back, it looks demure, but from the front, it’s sexy, showing my décolletage. The other boys won’t notice it too much, but since Cole knows what’s underneath, it hopefully means he’ll be thinking of my breasts all day. I tie a thin red belt around my waist and spritz on a little perfume. I feel like I am winning already.
I pick up my canvas bag, as Piper wants to go to a movie after work. I don’t want to be in my work garb, as she tends to walk us all over the city looking for the ultimate dumpling place for dinner. I wonder if she’s met someone. I haven’t seen her much this past fortnight, so spending a little time with her will fill in all the gaps.
I walk briskly to the train station, knowing that keeping Odette’s car at home is the safest bet today, so I can enjoy my “walk” with Piper. We are lucky, being so close to various forms of transport. I don’t have to drive if I don’t want to. Even if exercise is for the devil.
I slide my Myki card through the barrier and wait for my train. Scrolling through my phone, my finger slides to send a quick text to Odette.
Me: Skype date soon?
Odette: Sure, sweets. I’m going to be at work either way, but I will be in the storeroom sorting through the files, so I can work and talk.
Me: I want to see your face, missy. I miss it. Even if you smell sometimes and you tell Mum I have the plague.
Odette: I was concerned about that rash! You never know what Cole’s lips could’ve had. Thanks for the comic relief. Feel like I’m living in this concrete shell these days.
Me: I’m going to call tonight. Might have Piper with me. She’ll help cheer you, up too.
Odette: And lover boy! I wanna see him too! He needs to tell Parker that he owes me $$.
Me: Parker is in town, so I can do that. Try not to give me too much shit with them around, or I’ll tell them about your sparkly vibrator.
Odette: You wouldn’t dare! Who am I kidding? Of course you would!
Me: You’d hate it if I told them Mum bought it.
Odette: You hush your mouth!
Me: Oh, look—the train is here. See you tonight!
Odette: Nice save, smartarse. Chat soon. x
I climb on board the train with a smile on my face. A passenger near me asks for the brand, and I happily tell her. Looks like my lipstick was the right selection after all. Now, on to making work interesting for Cole. Popping my earbuds in, I find my playlist, select Unique II’s “Break my Stride,” and hum as I watch the houses pass. No time for Mondayitis today. Time to kick that in the dick.
Holding two coffees, I walk into the office and find none of the guys at their desks. I take a quick look at my phone and notice that I’m a good thirty minutes early. I pop one of the coffees on my desk and the other on Cole’s. His satchel is on his desk chair, and I look over to find the bathroom door closed. Hmm … now I know where he is. Eager to see him, I walk over with my bags over my shoulders and hope the door isn’t locked.
Gripping the handle, I smile as it shifts and the door opens. For a moment, I halt behind the door, worried it might be someone else, but the smell of Cole’s soap tickles my nostrils. My pulse quickens in anticipation and relief as I push through the door and close it behind me. My fingers flick the switch to lock it, and I slide my bags down my shoulders, my eyes staying focussed on the wet shower curtain that hangs in front of me. The water runs down the drain as I tiptoe closer, seeing his telltale Lycra bib on the floor. I emit another tiny sigh of relief. I didn’t want to stumble on one of the other guys and have a surprise I can see your penis on someone else other than Cole.
I tuck a loose curl behind my ear and slide my hands down my dress to smooth it out. Lifting my breasts, I push them up so they are more prominent. I am going to love teasing him while he continues to shower. Curling my hand around the curtain, I slide it a fraction, but a warm and wet hand curls around my wrist. In the next second, the curtain is torn to the side and Cole’s very wet and naked form stares back at me, or more so, at my shoes.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls. I grin, knowing I’ve got him, even if my hand is wet. It’s totally worth it to see his eyes darken. My smile of victory lingers for a moment longer.
“Morn—,” I sing-song, but a squeal replaces it as his hand grips my wrist tighter and he pulls me, literally pulls me, into the stall and under the water. My heels fall off. I screech as the water hits my chest, but my cry becomes muffled by Cole’s wet lips as his mouth attacks mine.
He turns me so I’m against the wall of the shower. His hands move quickly to the hemline of my skirt, and he hoists it up around my waist. I struggle against him, turned on by his lips but annoyed by the water. Before I can pull away from the stream, his fingers delve into my panties and stroke my core, and I lose all sense of my surroundings.
Fuck the water. He strokes and pushes a long finger into me, h
is tongue flicking against mine as he mimics the movements with his fingers. I’m a horny mess of lust as the dress sticks to my skin. I want to feel his hands everywhere. I lift my fingers to my back and begin to unzip, pushing my body into his as his finger goes deeper into me.
“I have a belt,” I pant against his lips. “Can you unfasten it?”
“Want me to tie you up?” His free hand goes to my waist, and we are a tangle of limbs as I pull down the zip and he manically unfastens my belt. It falls to the ground, and before I can tell him to move his hand so I can shimmy out of my dress, he grips the hem and leans back to hoist it over my head, the wet fabric slapping me across the face. He tosses it to the ground in a soaked heap. My bra follows and lands next to it like a faithful companion.
“Those fucking shoes,” Cole growls, his breath hot against my lips.
“They’re the only thing that isn’t wet.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the side of his face, the heat between my legs building.
“Speaking of wet.…” And, at that, his fingers grip my panties and tear them down my legs before his thumb returns to press against my clit, and I move my lips back to his in a silent plea. He shifts his hand, and I whimper against his lips, but his hands grip the sides of my legs to hoist me up. He thrusts right in.
“Yes!” I scream, tilting my head back as his hips grind into mine. The water cascades over his back, and I feel it streaming against my skin as his cock fills me with each thrust. Each movement causes me to scream louder, the euphoric state of bliss completely taking over me.
“You need to come,” he orders, but I hear the waver of desperation in his voice. I clamp around him. My head hits the wet tiles as I pulsate around him. He jerks as he growls against my neck, his fingers curling into my hips.
We rock together for a moment, and I sigh against his neck, letting the warm water wash over us. He turns his face to kiss me, releasing my legs to lower them as he slips out of me to then gently cup my face with his hands, the heat of our moment turning sweet and devoted. I feel cherished, loved, and thoroughly sated.
Our faces shift as he turns to the shampoo, cracks the lid open, and proceeds to wash my hair. As I stand under the spray, I close my eyes as his fingers massage into my scalp and then later run over my body, cleaning me, nurturing me. Eventually he turns the water and, as he whips the rest of the curtain back, reality sinks in.
“Oh, my God!” I whisper-yell.
“Hmm?” One eyebrow raises at me, and he reaches into the cupboard to get me a towel, getting himself one as well.
“We just shagged in the shower!” My voice is barely a whisper, as the goosebumps of fear trail across my skin. I hit them frantically with the towel to hopefully dry them away.
“I know.” He grins—that smartarse grins at me—like the cat who had the cream. Is that the saying? He looks more like the lion who’s dominated an entire pride.
“Yes, I know you know!” I flick the towel to his hip. “But…,” I point toward the door, “…now they do, too.”
Cole runs the towel across his arms and legs, and I can’t help but admire his behind. What? A
chariot connected to my eyeballs could not get me to look away from that piece of perfection.
“Are you upset that they will know?”
“Not about us being together.” I finish drying and wipe the excess makeup from under my eyes before wrapping my hair up in the towel. “But they might have heard us.”
“I think downstairs might’ve heard us, even through the levels of steel framing.”
“Dude.” I put my hand on my hip and give him my best moody stare. “This is not a time to put tickets on yourself!”
He turns toward me and wraps the towel around his waist, not hiding the fact that his eyes are trailing up and down my very naked body. Reaching out to me, he cups my cheek and rubs his thumb across it. “I held onto my feelings for a long time, Letty. I’m ready for the world to know. Workers be damned.”
“This wasn’t the way,” I whisper, my sex fog being overridden by a hue of embarrassment.
“I know.” His mouth pulls to the side in a grimace. “I’m sorry I took advantage of you. It feels like a dream, and I’m frantic to hold on.”
“I know the feeling.” My fingers reach up and hold onto his. His eyes plead with mine. “We’ll tell them over drinks instead of them hearing me test the water pressure and sound retention of these walls.”
“Deal.” He smiles and kisses me briefly. “Um.…” He glances down at my sodden dress. “What are you going to wear?”
I look over to my canvas bag, and I remember the few things I packed in there and the work toiletry bag I have stashed in the cabinet.
“Well, luckily I’m meeting Piper tonight, so I have a couple of things in there, but they’re not really work-appropriate.” Cole dries himself as I snatch my bra off the ground and walk over to the hand dryer; I spend the next ten minutes running it under the hot air. I’m grateful for my addiction to lace, as it doesn’t take long to dry.
I place the towel on the bench and dress in my bra, reaching for my canvas bag to get out my black tank, leggings, and ankle boots. I reach under the bench for my emergency toiletry bag and put on deodorant and moisturise my face. I put on my tank, and, realising that I don’t have time to dry my underwear, I leave it off. I put on my leggings, noticing that Cole is almost fully dressed, buttoning his shirt while watching me slide my legs in. My wet dress is draped over the railing. Oh, I forgot about it. I open the door to his suit cabinet and lay it on the floor to grab at the end of the day.
“You going commando?” He coughs to clear his throat, and before I retort, I stare at his shirts and an idea comes to mind.
“Got a spare shirt in the back here?”
“I have about four.”
Mind if I borrow one?”
His brow creases in confusion, but I don’t hesitate. I select a dark navy one and push my arms through it, leaving the first two buttons undone. It falls to just past mid-thigh, as Cole is a giant compared to me, and I reach down and grab my red belt, running it on the hand towel to dry off the excess water. Cole’s eyes follow me as I put on my ankle socks and then my boots. I grab my clip from my toiletry bag and twist my short hair, as best as I can, into the claw grip. Reaching into my bag, I grab my spare mascara and eyeliner and quickly apply them, grateful that my skin isn’t too bad today. I pack up my bag and slide it under the basin while reaching into my handbag and grabbing my lipstick.
By now, Cole is fully dressed and smelling like a dream. I don’t even remember hearing him put his spray on. I only know what that smell does to me. Walking up to him, I stand close, reach for his head, and pull him down.
“Stand still for me,” I say as I open my lipstick and stare into his eyes, using the reflection to add a bit of SASSY. I smile as his pupils dilate, and I smack my lips together.
“How did you do that?” He stares down at me.
“Old college trick. Worked wonders to get drinks, but I didn’t like being so close to people I didn’t know. I’ve used it with Piper a few times when we’ve been out. Boys tended to think of sex and what our lips could do when we wear these shades.”
His eyes narrow on my lips. Seems someone else is thinking about sex for now. “I can see many drinks being bought with a trick like that.”
“Well, we’ll test it on Friday during work happy hour, right?” I close the lipstick and turn, tucking my work toiletry bag away, and then I collect my bag. I take one more look in the mirror, happy with the outcome.
“Now that I know how good it was to get you in the shower, it’s going to be hard to not try it again.” Cole’s voice is laced with challenge and cheek.
My chin flicks over to him quicker than he can blink, and I raise a finger. “Uh, no you don’t, mister. We need to keep this professional. I’m already shitting myself for having to walk out there.”
“The most beautiful mess ever.” He moves to stand behind me, and my stom
ach quivers.
“Nope.” I step to the side. “Round two can wait until tonight. I’ll be plenty ready after the wine, so you might have to brace yourself. I suggest you stretch and warm those muscles.”
I push my shoulders back and brace myself to face the music. I curl my fingers around the handle and open the door, wincing, ready for the catcalls and whistling, when I am met with a silent room. Pushing my head out, none of the guys are sitting at their desks.
I look over my shoulder at Cole and squeal, “No one is here! We’re safe!”
“Did I forget to remind you about the boys having a professional development day at Southbank?” He rubs the scruff on his chin and smiles. “My bad.”
I turn awkwardly with the bags on my shoulders and swat his arm. “You cheeky bastard! I can’t believe I forgot that. I sent the bloody reminders out, too.”
I storm out of the bathroom, a relieved grin on my face that is interrupted by a solid clap from Cole’s desk.
I freeze. “Holy shit. What are you doing here?”
Parker sits back in Cole’s chair, his Vans on the desktop, his ankles crossed.
“Bravo, you randy fuckers! Nice shirt, by the way.” He claps again with a huge grin on his face.
“Park.” Cole zips past me and flicks his hand out to his brother’s shoes. “Off, you imbecile.”
“Hey!” Parker shifts back to move his feet to the ground, holding his hands up in defence. “Would’ve thought you’d be a bit more pious, considering I could’ve sworn you were a saint in there, calling out to the heavens. There was mighty praise going on. God.” His lips press together in a sign of ultimate smugness.
I am tempted to get my coffee off my desk and chuck it at him. I don’t need to, as Cole flicks him on the back of his head. They absolutely love to tease each other. Or more so, Parker tries to get his uptight brother to snap.
“Oh, geez,” I groan, my cheeks reddening. “How bloody long were you out here for?”
