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Deeper.
When the tremors stopped, I fell back onto the desk, and Steven sprawled on top of me.
He tried to push himself off, but I hugged him to me.
“Don’t…want…crush you.” He struggled to lift his weight off me.
“Stay!” was all I could manage to say. I enjoyed the heaviness of his body on mine.
My safe haven.
We lay there for some time as little aftershocks rippled through our bodies. We held onto each other, and he showered my forehead with kisses. Each one marked my soul. Each one infused into my mind.
Still in each other’s embrace, I mused about what I would say when people asked me what I got for Christmas. Volcanos, tsunamis, and earthquakes…Oh my!
“Did you see the gift on your desk?” he asked as we got dressed.
“I did. Should I open it now or save it for later?” I averted my eyes.
“Whatever you prefer.” He shuffled a bit further away.
“Ok,” I said, suddenly showing far too much interest in one button on the sleeve of my blouse, the mood radar reaching full-blown awkwardness.
How had this happened? Was this only a one-time fuck for him? I wanted more. I felt something. Something I’d never felt before. I couldn’t quite explain it, but I just wanted to be near him.
“Mr. Cox—”
In one long stride, he was beside me, grabbing me. “Ms. Bloo…I mean…Laura.” He squeezed me in his arms. “My brilliant and beautiful Laura.”
He stroked my hair and hugged me tighter. “Laura, I know you don’t feel the same way, but I can’t stand it anymore. I have to…no, I need to ask you”—he let out a huge sigh—“will you—”
Knock, knock, knock.
Fuck!
Who the hell was it?
Laura and I froze. We stayed silent, barely even breathing, and listened.
“Mr. Cox?” said a woman’s voice from the hall on the other side of my door.
Sheila?
“Mr. Cox, are you in there? I brought you some champagne. Just for you and me.”
Laura had a murderous look in her eyes as she pushed out of my embrace.
Fucking Sheila. What the hell was she doing here? She was going to ruin everything.
Now Laura would think I played around with other women. That I had invited Sheila over.
I grabbed Laura’s shoulders and pleaded with my eyes.
The click-clacking of heels faded down the hall.
“Laura, I didn’t invite her. I swear. I’ve never once given her any encouragement. Never once flirted with her.”
She averted her eyes. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t owe me anything.”
