I call it an early night. And like most nights, I can’t fall asleep right away, and it isn’t long before I start touching myself, playing out fantasies in my head.
In those fantasies, Alex fucks me in the elevator or on the copy machine. He tells me he’s ready for lunch and eats me out on his desk, then he sits in his expensive chair while I get on my knees for him.
I come with his name on my lips and my fingers on my clit, pretending they’re his.
Chapter 6
When in doubt, rub one out
April
Alex
It’s been a rough few days at the office since Katie had emergency surgery to remove her appendix. Amelia has had to go down to the HR office to help with one thing after another. Knowing she’s not right outside my door all the time has me feeling off. Agitated. Lonely.
My car pulls up in front of Katie’s apartment building and I step out into the crisp spring air with a box of cream cheese pastries in my hand. Upstairs, I knock on her door and prepare to wait since she’s still recovering. To my surprise, it swings open just a few seconds later.
But it’s not Katie who answers the door.
“Alex!” Amelia says breathlessly, her eyes wide. Almost instantly, my anxiety melts away as her energy wraps around me.
I’ve rarely seen her in anything other than office attire, albeit sometimes casual office attire. I take in this version of her, hoping like hell she doesn’t look down because she’s absolutely perfect in yoga pants and a tank top, and my cock immediately takes notice. She left the office early today for a physical therapy appointment and must have gone home to shower and change before coming here. There’s no makeup on her face. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a wild, messy bun with wispy curls falling around her face.
“What are you doing here?”
Blinking, I try to shake myself out of the lust haze I’m in. “I, uh, wanted to check on Katie and bring her some danishes. What are you doing here, Amelia?”
“Oh, I made Katie dinner.” She smiles shyly and moves out of the doorway. “Come on in.”
I step inside and wait for Amelia to close the door. When she turns away, I see a tattoo in the center of her back: a dancer posed with her arms up and music notes flowing from her hands toward her neck. It’s beautifully detailed and looks like a watercolor painting. I had no idea she had a tattoo, but somehow I’m not completely surprised. And it feels exactly right for her.
I follow her into the living room, where Katie sits in a recliner.
“Look who I found at your door,” Amelia tells Katie as we walk into the living room.
Katie grins, more relaxed than normal. “Alex! I didn’t know you were stopping by.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay and see if you needed anything. I know you said you didn’t, but you’re too much like me sometimes.”
“Oh, you mean stubborn? Yeah, I suppose I am. But Amelia’s been coming by every day after work and bringing me dinner, making sure I have leftovers for lunch the next day, and binge-watchingThe Bachelorwith me without complaint.”
I glance at Amelia. I didn’t realize she was visiting Katie every day, but maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised.
Amelia laughs and shakes her head. “That’s not true. I’ve complained a lot. I stole the remote from you last night when I couldn’t handle that shit anymore.”
“Yeah, but then you put on that show with the hot duke, so I forgive you,” Katie says with a grin.
Amelia rolls her eyes with a smile as she turns to me. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“No.”
“Sit. I’ll bring you food and take the danishes to the kitchen.”
I hand her the box and remove my coat and suit jacket before taking a seat on the couch. Amelia’s back with a plate of lasagna, a couple of breadsticks, and a glass of wine in a minute. “You can either use the coffee table like a heathen or a tray table that I’m pretty sure is from the sixties and is being held together with electrical tape and luck,” she says with a smirk.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with my tray table!” Katie insists.
I chuckle. “Not worth the risk. The coffee table is fine.”
