Designed for Me: Book One of the Blue Building Chronicles Read Online Free
Author: A. L. Freeman
hopes.
In a flash she’s up and agreeing, and so we set out for the elevator.
As she steps in front of me out the door, I notice today’s ensemble - skin tight black leggings with a form-hugging black blouse to create the amazing effect of highlighting each delicious curve in exactly the right way.
Even more enticing is the grasping, pleading way in which her ass is encased, moving ever so gently as she walks. I nearly stumble into her as she stops at the elevator, and I scramble backwards a step.
The light turns on, the elevator dings, the doors open, and we step into the dimly lit elevator car for our ride up the couple of floors to my area.
For some reason, the damned thing reeks of body odor, just as it always has. One of the joys of this place.
Olfactory intrusion aside, I lean awkwardly into my corner, suddenly and completely without vocabulary. As I struggle to find a semblance of coherent conversational thought, Cadence saves me.
“Got my new computer last night! SO friggin nice,” she says.
“Very cool. Just got one that’d power NASA, myself.”
“Isn’t it great to not have to wait on your machine to get your shit done?”
“Definitely,” I mutter, once again bereft of anything better to say.
“I wanna take you into the bathroom and ride you like an animal,” she declares in the sultriest voice I’ve ever heard.
My head snaps up and I grunt something that must have sounded querulous, because Cadence says again, somewhat more slowly, “I said I need to hit the bathroom before you show me the software….”
“Ah…” I utter, shaking my head to be rid of the ridiculousness that was taking over. “No problem. Just head around the corner and you’ll see my big head over the top of my cube.”
“Got it,” she says with a slight shake of her head, that wonderful hint of a smile playing again on her bright red lips.
Jesus that red is amazing with that outfit , I think.
I stumble back to my desk, berating myself for a fool and trying to get focused on the task at hand. A minute later, Cadence arrives at my desk and stands behind me, a hand on my shoulder as she leans forward to peer at the screen. I show her a few of the screens, then ask if she’d like to give it a whirl.
“Sure!” she enthuses, then steps around, kneels beside my chair, and places a hand on my thigh for balance as she leans forward again and takes the mouse with her other hand.
The scent of her clean, shining hair wafts gently to my nostrils, intoxicating me, even as her hand placed mid-thigh is like a hot brand. It’s drawing my focus to an area of my body that I really, really shouldn’t allow any attention given her proximity to it. This is not going to be easy.
Her eyes are intent on the screen, a smile known only to those who create and get to bear witness to their creations curving her lips.
Damn those lips.
Damn that hand , I scream in silence.
With a satisfied sigh from us both, Cadence stands.
“Thank you so much, Frank,” she says, “it’s so cool to get to see it in action.”
I nod.
“No problem at all. I’ll probably be bugging you with all kinds of tweaks as we go, so I’m glad I’m on your good side for now.”
She laughs, bids me farewell, and heads back to her desk.
I breathe a deep, deep lungful of air, then let it out in a rush. An intense few moments, those were.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After a few more people have had a chance to try the software, and true to my word and suspicions, there’s a decent list of tweaks and color changes and such that I pass on to Cadence. I e-mail them to her, but receive no reply. Not a major concern.
Thankfully, I am able to stay focused on my work for the rest of the day and manage to complete a large number of items on my task list, so I am contented as I leave. The rest of the evening passes without event or obsessive
In a flash she’s up and agreeing, and so we set out for the elevator.
As she steps in front of me out the door, I notice today’s ensemble - skin tight black leggings with a form-hugging black blouse to create the amazing effect of highlighting each delicious curve in exactly the right way.
Even more enticing is the grasping, pleading way in which her ass is encased, moving ever so gently as she walks. I nearly stumble into her as she stops at the elevator, and I scramble backwards a step.
The light turns on, the elevator dings, the doors open, and we step into the dimly lit elevator car for our ride up the couple of floors to my area.
For some reason, the damned thing reeks of body odor, just as it always has. One of the joys of this place.
Olfactory intrusion aside, I lean awkwardly into my corner, suddenly and completely without vocabulary. As I struggle to find a semblance of coherent conversational thought, Cadence saves me.
“Got my new computer last night! SO friggin nice,” she says.
“Very cool. Just got one that’d power NASA, myself.”
“Isn’t it great to not have to wait on your machine to get your shit done?”
“Definitely,” I mutter, once again bereft of anything better to say.
“I wanna take you into the bathroom and ride you like an animal,” she declares in the sultriest voice I’ve ever heard.
My head snaps up and I grunt something that must have sounded querulous, because Cadence says again, somewhat more slowly, “I said I need to hit the bathroom before you show me the software….”
“Ah…” I utter, shaking my head to be rid of the ridiculousness that was taking over. “No problem. Just head around the corner and you’ll see my big head over the top of my cube.”
“Got it,” she says with a slight shake of her head, that wonderful hint of a smile playing again on her bright red lips.
Jesus that red is amazing with that outfit , I think.
I stumble back to my desk, berating myself for a fool and trying to get focused on the task at hand. A minute later, Cadence arrives at my desk and stands behind me, a hand on my shoulder as she leans forward to peer at the screen. I show her a few of the screens, then ask if she’d like to give it a whirl.
“Sure!” she enthuses, then steps around, kneels beside my chair, and places a hand on my thigh for balance as she leans forward again and takes the mouse with her other hand.
The scent of her clean, shining hair wafts gently to my nostrils, intoxicating me, even as her hand placed mid-thigh is like a hot brand. It’s drawing my focus to an area of my body that I really, really shouldn’t allow any attention given her proximity to it. This is not going to be easy.
Her eyes are intent on the screen, a smile known only to those who create and get to bear witness to their creations curving her lips.
Damn those lips.
Damn that hand , I scream in silence.
With a satisfied sigh from us both, Cadence stands.
“Thank you so much, Frank,” she says, “it’s so cool to get to see it in action.”
I nod.
“No problem at all. I’ll probably be bugging you with all kinds of tweaks as we go, so I’m glad I’m on your good side for now.”
She laughs, bids me farewell, and heads back to her desk.
I breathe a deep, deep lungful of air, then let it out in a rush. An intense few moments, those were.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After a few more people have had a chance to try the software, and true to my word and suspicions, there’s a decent list of tweaks and color changes and such that I pass on to Cadence. I e-mail them to her, but receive no reply. Not a major concern.
Thankfully, I am able to stay focused on my work for the rest of the day and manage to complete a large number of items on my task list, so I am contented as I leave. The rest of the evening passes without event or obsessive
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