A lover of all the impossibles if only they are in my head.
Banging of the Doors of Heaven
Four, five,six, seven, eight. The eighth floor was eerily dark, since it was to be a new wing and on a weekend. Construction workers wouldn't be there until Monday. I walked by one of the first rooms. It was pitch black. Creepy chills ran up my spine.
The Eighth Floor
I am standing in a morning a daze as my supervisor buzzes on. I just want to get to my floor so I can start my day, but she takes her time wasting it for the rest of us that have rooms to clean. "We have families to feed, why doesn't she just shut up?!" I think, refraining from rolling my eyes or shaking my head in exasperation. Finally, I hear my name being called.
Droplets of something sweet fall on my lips. It was the blood of someone not from this land, but from afar, almost flowery, like chamomile. I wake up looking to see Vincent standing over me with someone's neck above my face. I pull it to me, too weak to raise up. It was a woman. Her soft, black hair fell on top of me, covering my face. Aromatic waves of lavender and honey hit my nose. I breathed her in like the best cocaine a drug lord kept for himself.
The bedside clock says Saturday, August 16, 8:00 AM. Saturday! How the hell is it Saturday?! I realize where I am. The massive bed, naked... I'm still at Vincent's penthouse! I look for my clothes in the pile only to realize that the pile is gone. The door opens. It's Vincent, hot, debonair, dawned in black silk pajama pants and nothing else. All I want to do is get back in bed with him. I shake the thought out of my head.
"I know your clit is a swelled flower, growing in its tiny chamber. It's dancing to each stroke I make. Your flesh encircling it hugs it tight but won't for too much longer. It's blooming with each beat of your heart. Your sweet dark core is growing moist, firm, succulent, waiting...wanting... I wanted to taste you the second I saw you. I want your skin pressed around mine, edging closer and closer to the point of no return," Vincent mused out loud, a sexy, devious expression on his face.
My heart is beating and I have little wispy butterflies in my stomach as I return with the waters. I wasn't gone long, but I was glad to be back. There is something about his presence that intimidated and pulled me to him. I felt sexy and alive when I was around him and yet not myself at all. I looked forward to coming to work, just so I could sit across from him in the cubical.
Vincent (Part 2)
Rose popped her head into your cubical to thank us for staying late to put the final touches on the presentation for tomorrow and that she was leaving, and if we needed anything, to give her a call. She winked at Vincent before she left. As soon as she was out of sight, I rolled my eyes. It was as if someone from a novel that involved spanking and wine started working for us.