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There’s the funny and lighthearted route.
“Feeling a little lonely I see! Ha ha.”
Fuck. All of those sound wrong.
The elevator dings, and I step out and walk down the hall to Ayaka’s apartment. I reach the door and knock my foot against it to get her to open it. She opens the door and my eyes widen when I realise she’s changed. Gone is her tight suit, flowing skirt, and white silk blouse. She’s even taken her hair down. Her black locks cascade down her slender shoulders.
“You coming in?” She steps to the side and waves me in.
“Uh-yeah-right.” I stutter and walk past her.
I catch a breath of her perfume. She changed that too. The one she wears to work is masculine—musky and woody. She wears it so the males she works with take her more seriously. This one is slightly woody, but with something floral and maybe vanilla.
I place the bags on the table. She’s already brought out scissors, tape, and wrapping paper. Ayaka starts working on taking out the gifts and placing them in a square of wrapping paper. Trying to avoid looking me in the eye at the same time. She just tucks her hair behind her ear and wraps the gifts.
At some point in the night, we finish wrapping the gifts.
“Would you like a drink?” Ayaka offers and I nod.
“Sure. Anything is fine.”
Ayaka nods and gets both of us a glass of whiskey. When she hands it to me, our fingers touch, I feel the same electric shock when she touched my leg. Ayaka glances at me but then looks down at her drink as she takes a sip and heads to the couch.
I watch as she folds a small blanket and puts it neatly back on the couch. Clearly trying to avoid me so I blurt out.
“You need to learn to relax.”
“I know how to relax,” she quips.
“Really? Prove it.” I challenge.
She lifts her head up, cocks out her hip and says, “I don’t need to prove shit to you.”
“Yeah?” I stand in front of her. Her vanilla scent consumes me.
She looks up at me and slowly licks her lips, making my cock twitch in my pants.
“Yeah,” she says, pulling my lips to hers.
When her lips touch mine, I feel a bolt of lightning zing through me. Fuck, her lips are soft. I’ve imagined kissing Ayaka many times. This is nothing like my fantasies. It’s so much more. So much more perfect. So much more real.
My hand goes to her waist as hers wraps around my neck and pulls me closer to her. I feel the heat of her body mix with mine and my cock gets excited.
This is definitely against workplace rules, but right now I don’t give a shit. I have the woman of my dreams in my arms. Any trouble I find myself in will be worth it.
Our tongues tangle together as the kiss becomes more passionate. More desperate. More needy. Ayaka runs her hands up and down my chest. I badly want to shuck all our clothes and ravish her.
Suddenly, Ayaka pulls back. With a twinkle in her eye, she takes my drink from my hand, and she pushes me down to the couch.
Then, she leaves. I sit on the couch in anticipation, wondering what she is going to do.
She comes back with a vibrator.
Fuck me.
Ayaka turns on the radio. A soft R&B song starts to play, and she turns to face me. Reaching back, Ayaka unzips her skirt, and it falls to her feet. Then, she starts unbuttoning her blouse.
I feel like a rocket ready to blast off. My cock hardens in my pants. I’ve never seen Ayaka this way before—so sexual and seductive.
