Every Other Wednesday 4

David reached into the fridge and grabbed a Coke. He needed to get at least some work done today, and it was clear he was going to need a caffeinated boost. As he walked toward his desk, the scent of her perfume grew stronger. He looked around the room and quickly noticed why. Dana’s trench coat was laying over the back of the sofa. His presence must have caught her off guard enough that she forgot to hang it up in the closet next to the door. He set his drink on the desk, and then went over and picked up the coat. He breathed in the scent of her. Her husband was a lucky sonofabitch. He hung the coat up, and then went back to his desk in the corner of the living room.

Shit! He was second-guessing the little cash bonus he gave her. Not the best move; she might have taken it as him paying for sexual favors, and he had to concede that it certainly looked that way. He sighed and shook his head. Hopefully his fears were unfounded, because he couldn’t exactly clarify things when he saw her next. He knew they could never speak of today again. They had crossed lines they shouldn’t have.

David sat down and drafted a summary of their conference call along with a list of team assignments and target deadlines. As he hit Send, there was a knock at the door.

Fuck! I’m a dead man! His pulse raced as he contemplated whether to answer the door, or ignore it. A second knock. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Easy, David. There’s no way she could have gotten to her husband that quickly. And would she even tell him what happened anyway? She was the one who initiated things. David wasn’t completely blameless to be sure, but Dana was definitely in command of the situation. She could have walked away, but she didn’t. Instead, she gave him the most exquisite hand job he had had in probably years. He found himself imagining her beautiful, full lips around his cock.

The front door opened slowly. Dana! She was the only one who had a key to his apartment besides the landlord. He breathed a sigh of relief.

She stuck her head in the door and smiled shyly. “Hey, is it okay if I come in? I forgot my coat…”

“Of course!” David’s expression brightened as he went to the closet and pulled the garment off the hanger. He folded the floral-scented coat over his arm as he walked toward her. “It was really good seeing you today, Dana.” They locked eyes. “I always enjoy our conversations.” Idiot. You didn’t even talk that much today!

She flashed that irresistible smile of hers. “Me, too. You’re easily my favorite client.”

He tilted his head and grinned. “I am, huh?” Try not to read too much into it, he cautioned himself. She’s married.

“Indeed, you are.” The tension lightened considerably. It was obvious they were both trying to find ways to prolong their conversation. “You’re fuckin’ hysterical!” She slapped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock at her use of the f-bomb. She prided herself on always acting professionally.

David laughed at her adorable reaction. “Relax,” he teased. “I’ve heard far worse.” He contemplated winking, but thought better of it. She’s married. He had to keep reminding himself of that, especially since he really wanted to bend her over the back of the sofa and fuck her hard and fast.

She blushed. “You always know how to make me laugh, and believe me, there are days that’s no easy feat.”

“I’m glad.” He lived to make people laugh. David handed her the coat, touching her hands in the process. They locked eyes as their contact lingered a bit longer than it probably should have. She’s married. He saw a brief look of sadness cross her face. “Are you okay?” He gave her hand a quick squeeze.

She swallowed hard and waved off his concern. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Was she about to cry?

“You didn’t say that with much conviction…”

She shifted nervously. “Really. I’m fine. I should be going. Thank you for everything.”

“No, thank you!” Dana was speaking in choppy sentences and fidgeting way more than usual. Of course, he hadn’t seen her in a few weeks, but still…something felt very off. “I’m worried about you, Dana.”


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