What Lies Beneath

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lked to her office, and the soft scent of his cologne wafted toward her. Kent lingered at her door with an even softer smile, and she felt fever overcome her.</p><p id="a934">“Can I come over and take a look?”</p><p id="960b">“Sure,” she said and watched his movement as he walked over to her desk. He leaned down, and she swooned. He remained stoic, but she could tell from the stiffness of his body that he was not as unaffected as he appeared.</p><p id="489a">“I could not stop thinking about you, Gen,” he whispered, and she licked her lips. “I wished I had stayed over with you because all I am thinking about is what I want to do to you.”</p><p id="cec1">His elbow grazed her forearm, and she shivered with desire. As much as she wished he did not notice, she knew that he <i>had</i> to have noticed. When he looked at her with dark eyes, she knew that he was probably not as startled by her desire as he was by his own. He had asked to come to her office. After all, he had all but said he had been thinking about fucking her nonstop since last night.</p><p id="e3f2">The same way she had been thinking about fucking him, the same way she had been thinking about him touching her before she fell asleep. She felt his mouth slant over hers, and his hand grab her breasts, her backside and slip between her legs all night; the memory was so fresh. Felt his fingers probe inside of her like she wished he had, but she had let him go home and not told him how much she needed him to stay.</p><p id="8295">“Come over tonight — stay over tonight.”</p><p id="82e6">“Yeah,” he said, and even though they did not look at each other the anticipation of him coming over crashed like lightning between them.</p><p id="8a14">Knowing how her night would end

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, Gen wondered what <a href="https://readmedium.com/bloody-mary-ee6545309cb2">Vic </a>had decided to do about <a href="https://readmedium.com/it-happened-one-night-d2eedd73a87d">the guy she met at the bar</a>.</p><p id="9ee2"><b>Read the previous and last stories here:</b></p><div id="1087" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/three-letter-word-a94d83678acb"> <div> <div> <h2>Three-Letter Word</h2> <div><h3>Gen ran her hand over the curve of her neck. Her skin ached to be touched the day after she had not let Kent stay over…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*v72QpUrmqdNU-wHJn6xeGA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="3100" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/spark-bbde8677dbd1"> <div> <div> <h2>Spark</h2> <div><h3>Vic surprised herself when she texted Nico.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*own9yOtf6AavL9If2Sc3Pw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="e77c"><b>Inspiration came from <a href="https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/creative-corner-edition-n%C2%BA10-80d13e936d12">Diana C’s Creative Corner prompt №10</a>. Mine was written for this one:</b></p><p id="a2fc"><b><i>| Show them what lies beneath |</i></b></p></article></body>

What Lies Beneath

When Gen saw Kent’s name flash across the screen, her heart raced. She had sudden palpitations as she poised her fingers to type even before she read what he wrote:

Is everything okay with your software — need me to come by and check it for you?

Sure, she replied quickly on her keyboard.

She smiled, pretty sure that was code for him to come over to her office, and make it look “professional.” He had told her that their company did not read personal messages per se, but there was an algorithm if things seemed off, and he was not exactly sure what would set it off. This way, if he came over to her office, it did not seem like anything.

Gen did not have a mirror in her office but she applied gloss on her lips and pulled her hair back more into the dainty bun that she had it in. She cared so much about her surface, but what lay beneath was more important, she thought. Kent needed to know that she was all in, that she was completely invested in them. She had to let him know because he was all that she thought about.

He walked to her office, and the soft scent of his cologne wafted toward her. Kent lingered at her door with an even softer smile, and she felt fever overcome her.

“Can I come over and take a look?”

“Sure,” she said and watched his movement as he walked over to her desk. He leaned down, and she swooned. He remained stoic, but she could tell from the stiffness of his body that he was not as unaffected as he appeared.

“I could not stop thinking about you, Gen,” he whispered, and she licked her lips. “I wished I had stayed over with you because all I am thinking about is what I want to do to you.”

His elbow grazed her forearm, and she shivered with desire. As much as she wished he did not notice, she knew that he had to have noticed. When he looked at her with dark eyes, she knew that he was probably not as startled by her desire as he was by his own. He had asked to come to her office. After all, he had all but said he had been thinking about fucking her nonstop since last night.

The same way she had been thinking about fucking him, the same way she had been thinking about him touching her before she fell asleep. She felt his mouth slant over hers, and his hand grab her breasts, her backside and slip between her legs all night; the memory was so fresh. Felt his fingers probe inside of her like she wished he had, but she had let him go home and not told him how much she needed him to stay.

“Come over tonight — stay over tonight.”

“Yeah,” he said, and even though they did not look at each other the anticipation of him coming over crashed like lightning between them.

Knowing how her night would end, Gen wondered what Vic had decided to do about the guy she met at the bar.

Read the previous and last stories here:

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