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After a brief break for lunch, in which I choose to eat at my desk as always, the woman who delivers mail and other documents of importance makes her daily rounds, passing me a large stack of folders containing, you guessed it, more papers.
I sigh and smile as I thank her and lay the heavy stack down in front of me. An hour ago, I was close to clearing my plate, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and now the clock has been reset and my cup runneth over. I don’t hate my job, but it is a tedious affair with little reward. One day, I promise myself, I will find my niche and all of the puzzle pieces will fall into place. This job is just a stepping stone on the path leading in the right direction.
I open my new workload, intent on getting a jumpstart before the day is over, and find myself looking down at a bright pink mini post-it note that simply says: Meet me in storage.
My eyes narrow and my heart thumps. It doesn’t have a signature, but inside I know exactly who it’s from. I’m intrigued. There is no time or date stamp to indicate when I should make my way to said storage room, but I figure there’s no sense in delaying the inevitable. Of course I’d be following the direction given. How can I not?
The anticipation of seeing Niles, alone, drives me out of my chair. “I’m going to grab a snack from the machine. Do you want anything?” I ask Colleen.
She stops typing long enough to tilt her head back and stare at the ceiling in consideration. I know her choice before she says it because she gets the same thing every day: a pack of Ding Dongs.
“Ding Dongs would be great,” she says predictably. “Do you want the money for it?”
She makes a show of reaching for her purse seated on the floor by her feet, but I wave her off. “My treat.”
“Thank you.” She beams as I walk off.
I feel like a criminal with a giant flashing sign hanging over my head, telling everyone that I’m up to something as I walk through the office toward my destination. I feel naughty, sneaking around like this. There’s nothing to say that there’s anything salacious awaiting me, but the touch of secrecy lends it that extra something that suggests a certain amount of reticence is required.
What could Niles be up to?
I hope it’s another stolen kiss. I didn’t get nearly enough last night, and I’m craving more. Who knew that quiet, reserved Niles Prescott had it in him to be so gosh darn sexy? The juxtaposition of what I knew and what I know now is thrilling. I feel like I’m part of an insider secret that few get the privilege of experiencing.
When I turn down the hall leading to the storeroom, the atmosphere grows quiet, leaving the hustle and bustle of office life in the distance. I’m the only one here, and I start to doubt myself as I approach the closed door.
Where is he?
I stop before the door marked with a black and gold placard that clearly states “Storeroom” and hesitate. Do I wait or go in?
I toy with the choice before me for far longer than is probably advisable before deciding that I should just go in and see for myself what awaits me, if anything.
The room is dark, but the slice of light from the hallway lends just enough illumination to showcase tall metal shelves on either side of a small closet-like space filled with various cleaning supplies and office extras.
And the handsome, smiling face of Niles Prescott.
He stands with his back to the opposing wall, waiting for me. I step inside, quickly closing the door behind me and shutting out any and all light aside from the sliver that sneaks in beneath the door. It’s not nearly enough to guide my way, so I have to rely on memory and sensory skill to find him in the dark.
Arms out, palms flat, I take hesitant steps, grinning as I chuckle and say, “I can’t see anything. I’m sorry in advance if I poke your eye out.”
“Well that would sure suck the fun out of it,” Niles says with a smile.
I follow his voice, and within a moment, I feel his hands brush mine and follow up until they reach my shoulders, and then he grasps on and pulls me into him. There’s a little clumsy bumping of noses and foreheads, and then I’m sighing into his embrace and a kiss that’s both hungry and sweet and a lot like coming home.
I can’t believe that in the matter of a day, a moment, a sliver in time, I’ve become so addicted to this man that I barely knew existed. All it took was a kiss under the mistletoe and here I am, in a broom closet, making out with a guy that I normally wouldn’t look twice at.
Maybe I should send out thank you cards to everyone who attended the party for forcing the two of us together. Without them, none of this would be possible. It’s crazy how a single moment in time, almost like a twist of fate, can change the direction of your whole world.
“What?”
Niles’ voice is deep, husky, and filled with need, his rock-hard cock pressing against my stomach as he comes up for air and transfers those magical lips to my jaw and then down to my neck as I tilt my head back.
“What?” I ask in return.
“You’re distracted. What are you thinking about?”
Is he serious? “Now’s not the time to be playing twenty questions,” I breathe, eager for the words to stop and the kisses to continue.
“I’m only playing one.”
