lovely. He sounded so deep, and silky. I try to picture him in my mind, but all I see is darkness.
Slowly opening my eyes, I look up, and realize Kayla is wiping mascara from my cheeks. She looks very concerned, and tender toward me. Embarrassed, I pull the tissue from her and begin cleaning my own face. Was I crying? Doubtful. It must have been the laughter.
"You're going home, Sweetie. And I don't want to hear it. Grab your purse. I'll tell everyone you had a family emergency and we should expect you back tomorrow. That’ll buy you some time, in case you need more than today to recover." Recover? Recover from what? I'm fine. I just laughed.
"Kayla. I'm good. I was just laughing. Honestly. Please forget what I told you about Marcus and me. Everything’s fine. I promise."
"Yeah, right. Anyway, I'm not taking no for an answer, so you might as well get going. You need a break Sweetie. You need to get out of here. I'll forward your calls to my phone, and I’ll check your emails this afternoon. Everything will still be here when you return tomorrow."
Looking at Kayla, I’m so embarrassed. I can't stand to see her eyes on me because she is so full of pity. I want to cry, but I won't. I don't cry. I will never cry in front of anyone. I don't do that, ever.
"Um...Okay. Please tell everyone I'll be back tomorrow."
"Sure. No problem. And Sweetie, don't worry about you and Marcus. You'll work it out. And don't worry about the dream either... it happens . I've dreamed about lots of people before. It's no big deal. It's flattering actually..." she says with a grin.
Blushing, I think I'm going to die- right here, right now.
Standing, I grab my purse and head for the door, but before I can leave Kayla says, "Oh, and please tell Marcus that I'm not interested. I think you are more than enough woman for him. He is quite lucky to have you..." Turning, I leave my office, ignoring Kayla completely.
Sure. I'm MORE than enough woman for Marcus. With my 'big thighs and butt' , I'm sure Marcus is just drooling to be with me. I'm sure he has dirty dreams about me. I'm sure he thinks about me constantly between the weeks-long wait between love-making sessions.
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Returning home, I feel exhausted. Though my sleep was interrupted by Marcus in the night, I still slept for at least 6 hours. That’s usually more than enough. So why am I so tired?
Walking to my bedroom, I remove my black dress suit, and climb on my bed in my bra and underwear. I never do this. This feels kind of illicit. I'm always dressed. If it wasn't for the mirror across from the shower, I would never see myself naked. I don't like naked. Naked feels dirty. Naked feels like asking to be hurt. I don’t do half dressed, and I certainly DON’T DO NAKED ...
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Waking from my nap, I realize it's after 7pm. I slept for over 7 hours? What the hell? Jumping from the bed, I listen for Marcus, but hear only silence. Exhaling, I run for my closet to pull on my 2 piece pajamas. Stripping off my bra and underwear... I'm suddenly alerted to movement in the room. Grabbing my pajama top, I try to cover myself, as I see Marcus standing in our room looking at my body.
"What do you want?" I ask a little too aggressively.
Taking his eyes off my breasts, Marcus replies, "Nothing. I was just coming to check on you. You didn't cook dinner, and the house was so quiet, I didn't know if you were home." When do I ever go out, especially on a week night? Where would I go?
"Sorry about dinner. I wasn't feeling well. Do you want me to make you something?"
"No. We had a late meeting, so we had sandwiches around 4:30. I'm
Slowly opening my eyes, I look up, and realize Kayla is wiping mascara from my cheeks. She looks very concerned, and tender toward me. Embarrassed, I pull the tissue from her and begin cleaning my own face. Was I crying? Doubtful. It must have been the laughter.
"You're going home, Sweetie. And I don't want to hear it. Grab your purse. I'll tell everyone you had a family emergency and we should expect you back tomorrow. That’ll buy you some time, in case you need more than today to recover." Recover? Recover from what? I'm fine. I just laughed.
"Kayla. I'm good. I was just laughing. Honestly. Please forget what I told you about Marcus and me. Everything’s fine. I promise."
"Yeah, right. Anyway, I'm not taking no for an answer, so you might as well get going. You need a break Sweetie. You need to get out of here. I'll forward your calls to my phone, and I’ll check your emails this afternoon. Everything will still be here when you return tomorrow."
Looking at Kayla, I’m so embarrassed. I can't stand to see her eyes on me because she is so full of pity. I want to cry, but I won't. I don't cry. I will never cry in front of anyone. I don't do that, ever.
"Um...Okay. Please tell everyone I'll be back tomorrow."
"Sure. No problem. And Sweetie, don't worry about you and Marcus. You'll work it out. And don't worry about the dream either... it happens . I've dreamed about lots of people before. It's no big deal. It's flattering actually..." she says with a grin.
Blushing, I think I'm going to die- right here, right now.
Standing, I grab my purse and head for the door, but before I can leave Kayla says, "Oh, and please tell Marcus that I'm not interested. I think you are more than enough woman for him. He is quite lucky to have you..." Turning, I leave my office, ignoring Kayla completely.
Sure. I'm MORE than enough woman for Marcus. With my 'big thighs and butt' , I'm sure Marcus is just drooling to be with me. I'm sure he has dirty dreams about me. I'm sure he thinks about me constantly between the weeks-long wait between love-making sessions.
==========
Returning home, I feel exhausted. Though my sleep was interrupted by Marcus in the night, I still slept for at least 6 hours. That’s usually more than enough. So why am I so tired?
Walking to my bedroom, I remove my black dress suit, and climb on my bed in my bra and underwear. I never do this. This feels kind of illicit. I'm always dressed. If it wasn't for the mirror across from the shower, I would never see myself naked. I don't like naked. Naked feels dirty. Naked feels like asking to be hurt. I don’t do half dressed, and I certainly DON’T DO NAKED ...
==========
Waking from my nap, I realize it's after 7pm. I slept for over 7 hours? What the hell? Jumping from the bed, I listen for Marcus, but hear only silence. Exhaling, I run for my closet to pull on my 2 piece pajamas. Stripping off my bra and underwear... I'm suddenly alerted to movement in the room. Grabbing my pajama top, I try to cover myself, as I see Marcus standing in our room looking at my body.
"What do you want?" I ask a little too aggressively.
Taking his eyes off my breasts, Marcus replies, "Nothing. I was just coming to check on you. You didn't cook dinner, and the house was so quiet, I didn't know if you were home." When do I ever go out, especially on a week night? Where would I go?
"Sorry about dinner. I wasn't feeling well. Do you want me to make you something?"
"No. We had a late meeting, so we had sandwiches around 4:30. I'm
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