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“She was
obsessed
with him Tharie” James tells me conspiratorially in a whisper, “they dated for a couple of months.”  Why is he telling me this I wonder?  “It ended badly” he leans into me and lowers his voice even more, “she followed him home and slept in her car in his driveway, every night for a week until Stan found her.”

I don’t know what to say. So I don't. For a while.

“Why are you telling me this James?” I close my notebook, “I can tell she doesn’t like me, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”  I sound surer of that than I feel. “Daniel must keep her around for a reason?” James is looking at the phone in his hand, likely he feels I deserve an explanation because of Pete.  But that might be reaching?

“She got weirder, followed him everywhere, he broke it off it was only casual, she went
mental
.  Broke down, had to be admitted to a clinic” he looks down at his hands, he wants to tell me everything, I’m not sure why. Perhaps Pete has spoken to him about me?

“
And?
” I help.

“Danny paid for her stay, said it was his fault, which of course it wasn’t.”  He looks up at me, “but he ignored all our advices on the matter, and his guilt about the whole affair made him offer her a job here.”

“I can't believe he did that?”  How lovely is this man?  And also, how dumb.

“She’s a good designer Tharie, she’s been getting slowly and steadily better, for months they didn’t talk, but it’s been good lately.  We hear Daniel wrap up his conversation, and he glances toward the door, he doesn’t want to upset his brother. “But the last few days, the old Steffi is emerging, making secret phone calls, furtive looks, behaving nervously.  Then this morning, after you arrived, she books a holiday right out of the blue.” He raises his brows to me as Daniel walks in, “no notice even.”  Daniel looks at us both, one face to another, aware we’ve been chatting. Well, we’re hardly subtle are we?

“Jim,
please don’t
,” Daniel sits down, “leave it.”

“OK, OK, once more I’ll keep quiet about it, but that girl, she’ll break one day, and it won’t be pretty.” He stands to leave, “let her go Danny.”  And he leaves us alone.

Newton leans in through the door, hanging on the frame, “there’s a call for you Danny,” and he passes Daniel the office handset, and leaves immediately. Daniel holds the handset to his chest, kisses me on the head and leaves.  I take this to mean meeting over, and head back to my own office to absorb this information, put my phone in the docker and hit play shuffle.  You never quite know what you’re going to get, but it starts with Killswitch Engage, so I’m very happy.

That’s why Steffi has taken an instant dislike to me, she thinks Daniel and I are together, well maybe we are, but I’m not sure ‘together’ is something Daniel does.  He likely just wants a fuck-buddy, well that’s nice and uncomplicated for now, but knowing me, I’ll get bored waiting for something more. I look over the balcony outside my office into the cavernous hall below, Steffi glares up at me, she's on the phone, I take that as a cue to leave.

TC: “Boys are odd aren’t they?” True story.

EC: “Your Dad was, it’s why I loved him” I recall.

TC: “And did you ever get closer to understanding him?” I certainly didn’t.

EC: “Nope, but I always had spare pants, a plastic spoon, a OS map of the Lakes, and a snakebite kit with me, just in case” she's not being funny, that my friends, is a bloody true story.

Be Prepared, it's the Brownie motto after all.

TC: “Love you” true story.

EC: “I miss him too Catharine” I know you do Mum.

Daniel is still at his desk typing at his computer, I move over to my screens, and they pop to life, lighting up my face, it feels warm.  I sit and stare at the huge screen, an email appears its little icon bouncing merrily at the bottom of my screen, it's from him. I smile sweetly as I open it.

Dear Miss Charles,

I would like to thank you for a most invigorating discussion at lunch, perhaps we could do that again...soon.

…are you wet for me again I wonder? I’ll come up and find out.

Kind regards,

Daniel Pearce: Founder RANDom Denim.

"Oh, god" I say audibly to myself, and see him approaching from the stairs. He leaps up the last two stairs like a kid, he's right, I
am
wet.   Thinking practically, as is quite normal for me, I’m going to have to keep spare knickers here, days of the week ones.  It'll help me keep track.  He slides the door open in one quick movement, shuts it behind him.  Strides purposefully over to where I’m standing my insides begin to stir again. How much more can I take? I ponder that I’m about to discover the answer. He smells so delicious.  Standing with his body close to mine. 

"What are you doing to me Tharie" he breathes into my hair, "I can’t take my hands off you."  He slides his hand down the front of my jeans again to show me what exactly he means by that.  “I can smell you on me.” Forcing his hand against the tight denim, into my underwear.  “I can taste your mouth.”  He kisses me deeply. “You're special” lower still, and lower, “you’re very,” lower, “very, special” my eyes are shut.  I make no resistance. Round to my arse and “I felt it the first time I saw you,” he chews my lobe, “in that ludicrously clean wine bar.” 
What!
Cupping my buttocks, and sliding back round again.  “You were there to eyeball me,” against my neck, his breath hot on my skin.  Forcing his hand against the restraint of my still buttoned jeans. “Did you like what you saw?” He's kissing my throat, my jawline, trailing along to by ear.  His fingers are gentle and agonisingly slow, “did I come up...” his fingers slip inside and quickly out again...”to scratch?”

He expects an answer? Bloody hell.

“Mmmmmmm...I, ah... thought,” god this is hot, “this place is terrible,” oh god yes, “but you, you were not bad at all.”  Oh, that's good.  His fingers linger further, slower, gentler, he's going to drag this out for me.  “But who am I?” His eyes blaze into mine, very nice, getting faster, “no one, a stranger.”   Getting harder.  I breathe the words, too engrossed in my own feelings to answer coherently.  “Nothing special Daniel,” I am holding onto my table for support, his fingers slipping inside me harder, my legs have lost all their strength, “what are you
doing?
” I blink at him, barely able to keep my eyes open. “I read about your life, I’m not your
type
.”  He shoves his fingers inside me angrily, his eyes ablaze, it feels so good I could cry out.

“Don’t believe everything you read baby.” He breath
es into my ear and my whole body shudders with pleasure.

“Oh god!” I gasp.

“
Nothing
? You’re wrong,” his fingers move faster as if to demonstrate his point, and I can’t wait to feel his
point
. Please say you
know
what I mean otherwise I'm wasting my time.

“You could have
anyone
” I gasp, I can barely speak, so why am I here? I just need to know, my mind needs rest.

“Did you read I always get what I want?” Yes.  He stops momentarily, “I want
you
baby.”  And continues in perfect rhythm.  A knock at my door, and Steffi puts her head in.  She must notice, but our lower halves are hidden behind my huge screens. Daniel undoes my jeans again, and slowly unzips the fly, his plan doesn’t falter the whole time. 

“There's a call for you Danny.” Daniel continues his beautiful torture of me.   His hand, forced against the tight denim is deep inside my knickers, as he listens and answers. Bloody hell.  I can’t believe myself, I want him so badly that I just stand there melting from the inside out while he has a conversation with someone, this is not like me, what has happened?

“Take a message Stephanie, I’ll call later.” His fingers sliding up and down into my knickers and out again. “
Please.
”  The effect he is having on my body is incredible, flicking and teasing as they go his fingers don’t pause or slow down, then inside me, feeling every inch as they penetrate, in and out of me so easily now.  Steffi pauses, anger flies across her face in an instant, and looks questioningly at us, first Daniels face, then mine. His thumb is circling my clit now with such skill and practised technique and it's all I can do not to exhale a loud satisfied noise. 

“Anything else
Stephanie?
” I manage to stifle a groan as my clit is worked expertly. Daniel has asked in a friendly tone and not at all in any hurry, determined to test me. His fingers moving faster and faster, driving me insane, he's enjoying this, so am I.  I am smiling at Steffi trying to conceal a look of intense pleasure on my face, but I find I don’t really care if she guesses what’s going on.

“No...
Sorry, no Danny, OK, I’ll tell him you'll call back, sorry.” And she spins around and leaves. Anger?

Daniel turns to look at me, to make certain I know he's just here for me despite any potential distractions, he won’t stop.  "You’re wet for me again so soon", he whispers, "
What’s going on between us?" He breathes deeply “I can’t seem to stop myself.”

"Then don't Daniel, I can’t help it either.” True story.

His fingers are inside me again, moving in an out moving to the extent of the room inside my jeans, pushing against the front wall of my vagina to the spot that sends me into a pleasurable spasm. I wiggle against his hand, clearly I need more, I want more.  "You like that don’t you?" He breathes in my ear.

"Yes, oh god, yes."  His fingers move in and out faster and faster, four fingers now deeper and faster, almost lifting me up off the
floor, my nerves are now waves of pleasure raw and building, quickening and growing with every hard thrust of his hand.

"You want release don’t you?" He speaks into my neck, I hate him for making me wait.

"Yes, finish it, please!" I beg, and he speeds and rubs his thumb over my clit, back and forth, my hips gyrate, I grind into his hand, he responds with a harder thrust and all at once it's finished, awash again with feelings of arousal and confusion, satisfaction and sation my body climbs down slowly to normal breathing.

"I love how you taste Tharie" he withdraws his fingers and licks them, this turns me on more, Cosmo would be proud...

"Let me", I put his thumb into my mouth and suck it gently. He is aroused and his cock is visibly huge in his jeans. I rub my palm over the front of the shape, he groans, I flick the end, he shuts his eyes. "What do you want me to do now boss?" I ask him.

"I want you," he's looking at me, deep into my eyes, “to let me
fuck you
” unblinking, honest expression, burning.

"Are we going to get any work done?" I ask him, playfully.

"Some very, very hard work yes."  He grabs my arse, “now take your jeans off.”  So bossy, I decide I like it so I do as he asks, boots off, jeans stripped down standing there in front of him in my top and knickers, in my office with the door unlocked. "Turn around and spread your legs" he orders me bossily.  Deciding I like being told what to do, by someone who knows what he's asking.   I do as I’m told, yes, I like that, I like that a lot. 

I hang onto the edge of my desk with my back to Daniel I hear him undoing his jeans. He doesn’t remove them this time just lets his penis fall out proud and erect into his hand.  I hear the ripping of the little foil packet.  He runs his hand underneath me between my buttocks moving my underwear to one side, stroking me, not taking it off.  Further, reaching all the way forward, reaching to my vagina and slides across my clit, his fingers inside me again, wetting them, I catch my breath and hold on tighter, he teases, rubbing back and forth between my legs.  He moves in and out very slowly getting my juice running all over his fingers, then he rubs the end of his hard cock with my wetness, pulls my arse close to him and enters me from behind.  The feeling is delicious, he pumps in and out of me a steady rhythm, hard and deep. He is rubbing into me back and forth, coated in my slick wetness, I have never felt desire like
this, riding up and down his cock, delighting in the friction, I close my legs onto him, to make the journey tighter, and push back against him my body is badly aching for this.

"I’m cuming" he whispers in my ear, "soon."  His fingers find my clit, the sensitive crests of my cleft,  and begin working the swollen end of my mound, flicking and rubbing, I can't contain my pleasure any longer I want to scream out, then I remember where I am, I climax, with a silent jaw-clench. I feel naked and sore and satisfied.  Who is this man?

Note to self, buy more underwear, soon.

I feel Daniels final thrust deep inside me, and a warm flow of ejaculate that finishes him down inside me again.  Exhausted, we feebly dress again. “What are you doing to me Tharie?” He buckles his belt, “I can’t keep my hands off you baby.”

“The benefit of having your own business?” I ask.

“No,” he pulls at the end of the leather belt at his waist to tighten it, “this is. 
New
.”  He slides his feet into his shoes.  “I don't do this, it’s a new feeling” he twists my hair in his fist, it almost hurts, “I can try to stop, for a few minutes at a time” looks at me, "but after that…I hope you don’t mind?"  We laugh and he leaves my studio sliding the door behind him.  I am left alone, a damp satisfied feeling between my legs and unsteady on my feet.