by Tania Cooper
We will walk into the office and be nothing but ourselves. That’s all anybody should be. After walking to work, which did us the world of good, we stop two buildings from ours, sitting on a bench to slip off our runners and replace them with our heels. Yes, the red, sky high ones that make my panties wet that has nothing to do with sexual arousal at all. Then we continue to our building.
Mr. Stalker is at his usual waterfront post, but when he notices my girl, he looks the other way. Could we have wrongly accused this man of being a stalker? I have a feeling we haven’t, but Alexis is hoping an innocent man wasn’t questioned without merit. I’m just happy he’s not giving us his slimy stare anymore. Creepy was not the word.
My girl smiles at people she knows across the lobby, being the chirpy girl they all expect, while on the inside she is terrified that Lane may not turn up to work, or walk out again without telling her when he will be back. She hates to think that she may have been the sole reason for him not returning to work Friday. Is she really that bad? I make quick work of getting rid of those thoughts with the help of big brain, instead filling her with all the ideas she came up with over the weekend and the good feelings that came with them.
As we walk down the hall towards Lane’s office, I feel my girl struggle to maintain her composure. Even the daggers being thrown at the back of her head again by Vivian the receptionist, who seems to be blaming Alexis for Lane’s lack of attention towards her, don’t have her grinning as usual. When she opens the door and finds that he hasn’t arrived yet, instead of feeling relieved that she has a few more minutes to gather herself together, like I thought she would, she begins to believe that maybe he won’t be in today also. At this thought, her mood plummets deeply.
Taking deep breaths, she goes to her desk and sets up for the day, fighting off the tears that want to fall. Brain! Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, stat! We will not let this get to her; she will concentrate on work and forget to check the clock every five minutes that Lane doesn’t arrive. Work, work, work, is the mantra we will be pushing through her brain.
She opens a document that needs some changing and is engrossed with its finer details when Lane does indeed arrive at work, with two coffee cups in hand from the break room. Oooookay. This day should be interesting.
“Good morning Alexis. I was hoping this coffee wouldn’t get cold waiting for you. I’ve a great idea for our client’s brochures I need your opinion on, so let me know when you’re ready to take a look. Oh, and sorry about Friday, my phone went flat and my charger wasn’t in my briefcase to let you know my meeting went a hell of a lot longer than I was expecting.”
Umm, okay. He is a lot happier than Friday. It’s as if he got laid over the weekend. Fuck! No! Please don’t let that be it. NO, no, no. Please just let it be a Jekyll and Hyde persona.
“Baby, how could you even believe that I would let something like that happen? Just because these two idiots can’t get their shit together, doesn’t mean I would go and throw away what we have. Is that what you think I would do?”
“Oh Eight. I’m so sorry. The thought just entered my brain before I really thought it through. And no, I don’t believe you would ever do that to me intentionally. But Lane is the one in control, I wouldn’t hold you to blame if that was to happen, just know that, my love.”
“He can’t make me go up on his own, that’s all up to me, so at this point in this screwed up situation he won’t be getting a chance to even try. Besides, he has had a very long, hard look at himself over this weekend and will be treating Alexis with the professional and personal respect she deserves, I guarantee you that, baby.”
“Thank God, because I think my girl may just break if he walks out on her again like he did Friday. Fingers crossed we can all make this work, Eight, because I don’t want to lose you.”
“Me either baby, me either.”
The morning runs smoothly, with Lane being friendly without being flirty, which I hate, but my girl needs. They work on some great ideas together and the atmosphere is comfortable. This is how it should be, how it should stay, until the end of their project at least. They email their client their revised ideas, who then phones back immediately to tell them they are delighted with what they’ve come up with. The feeling in the office is easy, happy, which is just what they both need after the last few tumultuous weeks.
“Let’s hope this day is how it will be until this project finishes, hey, Hot Lips.”
“Oh my, Eight, I freaking hope so. My girl has been up and down like whore’s drawers since they started working together, well, in more ways than one. I think I‘ve aged ten years in the last few weeks alone. In fact, I know I have. I can feel grey hairs starting to prick through my skin and just because they’re waxed away doesn’t mean they’re not there.”
“Oh hush, you crazy thing. There’s not one grey hair around you, I promise. But yeah, we need this peace to continue too, for the sake of my boy’s sanity. He agrees within himself that work is what they should be concentrating on, but he’s finding it hard to stow his feelings away when they are so strong. After Alexis dismissing him on Friday, he’s struggling to contain them at all.”
“She wasn’t trying to dismiss him at all, she just felt like her work was slipping because of their ‘involvement.’ She doesn’t want to lose her job over it, as much as she also doesn’t want to lose Lane. It’s one big catch twenty-two. But she does want him, Eight, badly. It’s just bad timing right now.”
“I know baby, the timing sucks. But know my boy still wants her too and feels like shit for walking out on her Friday.”
“So he should, that was an arsehole move. It shattered my girl, badly.”
“Sorry baby. You know that his feelings for her are still strong. And I think that if they’re both still feeling so into each other, we’ve a fighting chance at being together when this is all over and done with. That’s an exciting thought.”
“Oh hell yeah it is, babe.”
The next few days are much the same. It’s as though a cease fire has been called and they are indeed focusing entirely on work. Well, Lane and Alexis are. Me and Eight, that’s another story.
“Can you stop that please?”
“Stop what, my Hot Lips?”
“Stop sniffing the air like that. It’s distracting.”
“Why is it distracting, baby?”
“Because I know exactly what you’re doing, Eight!”
“And please do tell, what am I supposedly doing my love?”
“You are trying to get a whiff of me! And if I know you are trying to get a whiff of me, then I will automatically try and get a whiff of you, and if I do succeed in getting a whiff of you, I won’t be able to control my reactions to your glorious smell and will have Alexis’s panties so wet it will be as if she just peed herself!”
“But babe, I can’t help but get a whiff of you, your scent is floating around this entire office.”
“What? Do I smell? Alexis washes me more often when it’s that time of the month, so you shouldn’t be able to smell it!”
“Well, I don’t smell that, but I do know you’re riding the red sea at the moment.”
“What? How? I haven’t had a chance to tell you it started over the weekend and it’s nearly over anyway, but how the fuck do you know?”
“Okay kitty kat, calm down. That’s one reason right there, Miss Snappy Tom.”
“How dare you! Are you trying to tell me I have been going all PMS on you this week? Because listen here buddy, if I was going all crazy PMS on your arse you would know it!”
“Chill baby, I’m just messing with you. I can tell because the pheromones you and your girl have been releasing have a different feel to them, so I just guessed it was that time of the month and … you have been a little bit short with me a few times this week for no reason at all.”
“Oh Eight, I’m sorry. I’ve just been a little under the weather, I think. All the stress of last week and then getting our period in the middle of
it hasn’t been pleasant. Thank God we only have two heavy days and then spot for two more after that, because if we had a heavy flow like Zali does, for almost five days straight, I think I would drown in sorrow … or blood, either way, not a great way to die.”
“Okay, I do not need to hear the phrase heavy flow from you ever again, thank you. I have a fear of drowning and will have nightmares all night if I can’t get that vision out of my head.”
“What? But you have baths and not just showers, am I correct? And with Lane having a beach house I’m sure he has gone for a swim in the ocean more than a few times, so how can you have a fear of drowning?”
“It’s not clear water I have a fear of drowning in babe, if you get my meaning.”
“Seriously? So if Alexis was really horny and begged Lane to take her in the shower, while she had her period, you would stop Lane’s attempts?”
“Well, I have never come across that situation before. Miss Queen Bitch was even more evil when it was that time of the month, so we stayed clear, thank God, until it was all over with.”
“Can I ask you a personal question, Eight?”
“Of course you can baby. Ask me anything.”
“Did you … umm … love Miss Queen Bitch’s other … umm … brain?”
“No baby, I never loved her and to be honest, she never loved me. We just co-existed in a friendly manner, but that was it. I mean, we would talk, but it wasn’t anything deep like you and I. We would just guide each other on how best to get our owners off and then would sit in comfortable silence. She wasn’t as big a bitch like her owner was, but she wasn’t exactly the most friendly muff on the planet either.”
“Thank you, Eight.”
“For what, baby?”
“For being honest with me.”
“That’s all you’ll ever get from me, baby, I promise.”
Work becomes such a focus between Lane and Alexis, especially since their client hinted that they may have more requests for their services after this project is done, that it has really become a bore to live with.
“Eight?”
“Yeah babe?”
“I’m bored. Entertain me please.”
“Ah babe. At the moment, I’m trying to get Lane to go for a walk so we can pee, you know, just something to move me from this uncomfortable position he has me in. My head is sticking to my balls and they feel as if they have gone numb. If things weren’t going so good at the moment, I would pump him with horny hormones just to get him to move me. I need a stretch.”
“My poor baby. Want me to try and get Lexi to lean over his desk again? I could tell he loved that she had an extra button undone on her shirt, which is completely not on purpose by the way, but the way his breath hitched, I thought he was about to begin office sex round two. Bugger.”
“Oh don’t remind me about that. Round one is still etched at the forefront of my mind and the mind of the big one too. That’s our spank bank fuel every night.”
“Yep, ours too. Especially that whole stairwell scenario. Oh yeah, the fast, desperate way Lane took us, ahh, that’s a highlight when we’re taking a tumble with BOB.”
“Okay, I know BOB is not another man, but I still don’t like hearing its name please. It just gives me a chill.”
“Oh no baby, it doesn’t give chills, it gives nice vibrating sensations that you can feel from your head to your toes. It is nice, real nice.”
“Is it better than the real thing?”
“Well, my girl doesn’t use it so much for penetration, mainly just for clit friction, but when BOB 1.5 was still operating, and she had the two going at once, it was thrilling. But still never as good as a real hot blooded rod like yourself, baby, especially if you combine you with Lane’s hot lips and talented fingers. Oh damn, that’s a nice feeling. Oh yeah, I like those memories.”
“Oh baby, don’t get me started. You sigh like that again and I’ll be tenting so fast, I may just break my head against the underside of the damn desk.”
“I would kiss you better, Eight.”
“Ahh, you’re killing me!”
My erotic thoughts are interrupted by Lane’s cough and Alexis getting up and mumbling that she is going to powder her nose. Shit! I think Eight and I both got a little carried away with our memories of that wild week of office sex. Mmm, desk sex. I hope that’s in my future again. If I know Eight, he will make it happen, just for me. Damn I love that dick.
As Alexis washes her hands after cleaning up my wet mess (oops), she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. She is happy with how this week has gone. The past four days have been perfect and their creative brains have been on fire. She is more optimistic about the future than she ever has been, especially with the whispers that the client is so happy they’re considering requesting Lane and herself to work with their company again.
But what will that mean for her and Lane’s relationship? Will they survive another project together? If this does turn into more work, my girl is determined to figure out a way to make it all fit. She will not give up on her feelings for Lane and I will not give up my love for Eight. This just has to work out. I need that dick in my life more than the air I breathe.
I can feel it burning deep in my boy’s gut, the aching indecision coupled with the shattering frustration of having to stem all that he feels in the name of keeping his woman, our women, within arms’ reach. I can honestly say this would crush a smaller man, but my boy, Lexi’s man, well; we’ve fought through tougher things, this one just happens to have a sharper hold on Lane than either of us first thought.
His thoughts are a whirlwind of random chaotic noise. Fear at losing Lexi wars with his need to finally lay it all on the line and tell her just how he feels. It’s so crazed in here that nothings gone down on the screen in the last hour. He just sits at his desk staring at the woman that owns his heart. With all the relationships that have come and gone over the years, nothing has made my boy feel the way Lexi does.
Hell, I’m stuck here, coiled against my own sack as I begin to throb and grow against Lane’s leg and yet, even with the testosterone that roars through our veins making me harder than steel, he still can’t shake the aching worry over whether or not he should finally fess up and tell Lexi just how he feels about her.
I’m just thankful the day is nearly over.
Bro, I have one thing to say: Thank you. Thank you for phoning Booker to come over and not sinking into another bottle of tequila as soon as we got home, I really don’t want to taste that again in a very long time.
“Lane, bro, you need to calm down. You’re going to give yourself a bloody heart attack seriously.”
“I know, but what do I do? Do I tell her how I feel, now that we’re just getting back on track and making a soft go of still being work partners? I mean, I can see in her eyes that she wants more. Wants us to be more than we are at the moment, but her damned professionalism is pushing her to keep it on that one level. I just don’t know what to do.”
“Mate, if Benji were here he would say the exact same thing that I am. You need to tell her, you can’t move on with anything in your life until you do, your work is suffering. That desk behind me in the corner there has sat as empty as a blonde’s brain for the past week. All we’ve seen of you is either a drunken puddle of man shaped vomit or a passed out skin suit that would be better suited as a freaking scarecrow. So like we’ve been telling you for the past month, just tell her, you need to tell her, bro.”
“I know Booker, I know … but when … how? I’m so fucking confused right now.”
“Bro, sit and calm down. We will get this sorted, I promised I would help you through this didn’t I? So come on, chill for a minute and we’ll figure this out.”
Okay new day, new start; but hang on, something ain’t right, something really ain’t right. What the hell is wrong? Desks are okay … cabinets aren’t moved …what the hell is wrong?
“Hot Lips, baby,
is everything okay?”
I’m there waiting for any kind of answers, my mind whirling over everything that has happened in the last few days before I begin to question the situation as an entirety.
“Hot Lips, baby?”
Nothing. Silence. What the hell is going on, where is my girl and Lexi?
“Morning Lex … Lexi, odd, okay, she’s usually here by now.”
I know Lane, she usually is, but, oh right you can’t hear me, um, I guess it’s nothing to worry over. She should be here anytime now.
“Okay Lane, nothing to worry over, she’s probably just taking her time getting in, just get started with work and she’ll be here before you know it.”
Yeah Lane, great idea, just get stuck into work; before we know it our girls will be here, saying hi and how eager they are to get started with the day. Oh Lane … phone’s ringing.
“Lane Anderson speaking … oh hey Woody … yeah everything is going great, just waiting on a few bits to come in but … what? No I haven’t seen Lexi yet. Yeah, her ideas are fantastic. I’ll get her to check in with you as soon as she strolls in. Yeah, have a good one, Woody.”
This is getting worrying, mate.
Well the day has dragged by; it’s weird trying to work without Lexi’s soft scent filling the room as we stare at the screen, I miss my woman, Lane, where is she?
Okay, so morning tea has come and gone and she still ain’t here, bro. I can feel the worry eating its way from the soles of your feet through to the hair on your head. You have checked for a message on your emails and checked for a text or message on your phone, but nothing. You’re going nuts trying to figure out where our girls are, so … where the hell is she, bro, where the fuck is my woman?
“Okay, don’t panic, there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation, no need to start worrying needlessly. I’ll … just call, yeah, call and see if she is coming in. She could just be running very late or … maybe she had an appointment, I’ll just call her and check, it’s what any concerned colleague would do.”
Well it’s ringing bro, it’s ringing. Anything yet, no, okay … how about now … no … damn it Lane, why isn’t she answering. I’m going crazy here, she should have answered by now for fuck’s sake.