Liplovinman
who knows?
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Matt had been anxious for this moment for days. Since he had asked Alexis out, she had been dropping hints about their dinner that made his selection of attire crucial. He had grabbed a pair of his heaviest black slacks, wool would not have been his normal choice for a night like tonight, but Alex has twice mentioned the rough feel of it against her skin, her hand, baiting and teasing him mercilessly. She had sent him a lovely email, detailing the location of their rendezvous, dark, secluded - rumored to have been the location of many discovered favors at the tables and under them. Never giving too much detail, Alex took him on a fantasy of his own mind's creation.
Her gift this morning arrived at his office shortly after 9 am. A white satin finished bag with a slick black box, the lid held closed only by the slightest of silk ribbons. Matt wondered if she had delivered it herself to security, why she had not brought it up to his office on the 16th floor. The ribbon was loose, could have easily been tampered with on it's path to him, was it her intent? He had opened the box briefly, while at his desk and upon seeing the lemon yellow fabric inside, quickly closed the door to his office and examined the object under the protection of his desk. The lid off, he held the box top on his lap and examined the yellow thongs inside the box, removing the white card from the box before closing the lid once again.
He opened the card and smiled as he read her lovely handwriting.
Her gift this morning arrived at his office shortly after 9 am. A white satin finished bag with a slick black box, the lid held closed only by the slightest of silk ribbons. Matt wondered if she had delivered it herself to security, why she had not brought it up to his office on the 16th floor. The ribbon was loose, could have easily been tampered with on it's path to him, was it her intent? He had opened the box briefly, while at his desk and upon seeing the lemon yellow fabric inside, quickly closed the door to his office and examined the object under the protection of his desk. The lid off, he held the box top on his lap and examined the yellow thongs inside the box, removing the white card from the box before closing the lid once again.
He opened the card and smiled as he read her lovely handwriting.
