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I was thinking about Daniel, naturally, imagining a conversation we’d have in his office when we next met. But as my brain slowly drifted from sleeping to waking, there was an almost-imperceptible shift in the feeling of the room. I could feel that something was about to happen - something important. He stood up and walked out from behind his desk, coming towards me. I thought he was speaking - something about my “marital duties,” with a wicked smile on his face. Every nerve in my body was tingling with anticipation by the time he touched me. His fingers burned a trail down the side of my face, to my neck, to my chest, and suddenly I was laid out on the top of his desk with my blouse unbuttoned and my skirt riding up my thighs.

This being a dream - which I knew somehow, even as I sighed and parted my legs for him - he knew exactly how to touch me, knew all of the secret places that made me shudder and bite my lip. I could feel my nipples pucker and tighten as two of his fingers travelled down the valley between my breasts, pausing to dip into my navel before sliding down my lower stomach and stopping, teasingly, just above my mound.

He smiled.

He leaned over me, resting his elbow on the desk and brushing his lips against mine - an almost-but-not-quite kiss. I could feel my face burning, my chest heaving with every breath; I’d completely fallen to pieces and he’d hardly touched me at all. Yet.

The part of my brain that was aware I was dreaming drifted further and further away, allowing me to lose myself in the fantasy. No one in real life, not even Daniel himself, could possibly live up to this. But I might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

I arched my back, signaling that I was more than ready for him. Then and only then, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk, pulling my legs apart further until my skirt was bunched up around my waist. He leaned down and pressed a burning kiss on the inside of my thigh -#p#分页标题#e#

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

My arm flailed vaguely in the direction of my bedside table, grasping for my vibrating phone, my spastic movements sending it flying across the room. It sat on the carpet, still buzzing away, until I dragged myself out from under the covers to shut the alarm up.

Oh, God. How was I going to look Daniel in the eye now?





Chapter Three



The memory of the dream was still vivid in the back of my mind as I walked through the doors into the office. I kept my head down, hurrying to my desk to settle in before anyone tried to strike up a conversation with me. And God forbid I should run into Daniel. Come to think of it, though, I’d never actually witnessed him coming or going. As far as I knew, he slept here.

Okay, no, that wasn’t the ideal way to take my mind off of my dream. I forced myself to focus on the work that was on my screen, blocking out any thoughts or feelings that weren’t directly related to this booklet design. It didn’t have a firm deadline, so I’d been tinkering around with it for weeks. I wondered what would happen to it, after I “quit.” As mind-numbing as my work could sometimes be, I still took a tiny bit of creative pride in what I did for the company. It felt strange to know that I’d be saying goodbye to all of that.

“Maddy.”

I felt a hot flush spread across the back of my neck at the sound of his voice. Turning around slowly, I forced myself to meet his gaze. He was standing there casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world, his arm resting on the top of the cubicle wall.

“Good morning, sir,” I said. Everyone in neighborhood cubicles had slowly rotated their chairs around to stare at us, and anyone passing through the vicinity had stopped a little distance away, pretending to be interested in a yellowed newspaper cartoon pinned to someone’s wall while they listened to our conversation.

I knew this was exactly what Daniel wanted, but I still couldn’t stop myself from blushing. “I’m glad to see you here so early,” he said. “Do you have any plans for lunch today?”

I swallowed hard and shook my head.

“Excellent,” he said. “I hope you’ll join me in my office at eleven-thirty. We’ll order in. Whatever you like. I want to discuss some new ideas I have about the project.”

“Of course,” I said, a little louder than necessary. “I’ll see you then.”

“Very good.” He nodded, smiled, hesitated for a moment, and then walked away. Everyone’s eyes followed him until he disappeared behind his office door, and then they all turned to me.

I hunched over my keyboard, pretending I couldn’t feel their eyes drilling holes in my back. I spent the next half hour nudging the same block of text back and forth, and when I finally looked up, everyone had returned to their rightful places. But I knew what they were thinking.