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Archive Lover.
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Who the hell was left in the office at this time?
Kate glared at the telephone that rang on her desk. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm the anger and frustration that had risen within her, she picked up the receiver...
“Hello reception, Kate speaking”. Her voice was calm and professional as usual. The voice at the other end was oddly familiar to her. One of the senior partners perhaps, she thought.
“Oh, hello Kate. Glad you’re still here. There seems to be a problem with the lights in the archive room, I understand that you’re the one who knows how to fix it quickly. There are some papers I need tonight, could you take a look...please?”
Damn...five more minutes and she would have escaped this place.
“Yes sir, of course i’ll take a look. I will be right there.”
She hoped her voice did not betray the emotion she was feeling... angry...very angry.
This was Friday night after all, the one night she did not want to be staying late.
Friday was the night she talked to him...
With no work the following day, they sometimes talked into the early morning. Not that they had ever spoken, no, this was a different conversation. A written conversation across the electronic world of the internet.
She shuddered when she thought of their last conversation. Of the passion she felt as he deftly caressed her body and mind with words, the thoughts he brought to her mind that carried with them the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. It felt good to think about him, her body tingled with anticipation at what the night might hold.
Her mind snapped back to the harshness of reality. She still had one more thing to do before she could go home. That damned archive room! She carefully locked the office door and made her way along the darkened corridor. She knew what the problem was. The fuse had been tripped again. Her heart quickened, a simple thing to fix, a flick of a switch and she would be on her way.
She stood in front of the large heavy door, pushed it open and peered into the dark.
“Hello?”, Kate listened for an answer. When none came she entered the archive room and let the door close slowly behind her. The amber glow from the emergency lights in the corridor now blocked, the room was pitch black. Kate walked, arms outstretched, to the far wall where the fuse box was located. She gasped as her warm fingers made contact with the cold steel. Feeling for the key to open...
Who the hell was left in the office at this time?
Kate glared at the telephone that rang on her desk. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm the anger and frustration that had risen within her, she picked up the receiver...
“Hello reception, Kate speaking”. Her voice was calm and professional as usual. The voice at the other end was oddly familiar to her. One of the senior partners perhaps, she thought.
“Oh, hello Kate. Glad you’re still here. There seems to be a problem with the lights in the archive room, I understand that you’re the one who knows how to fix it quickly. There are some papers I need tonight, could you take a look...please?”
Damn...five more minutes and she would have escaped this place.
“Yes sir, of course i’ll take a look. I will be right there.”
She hoped her voice did not betray the emotion she was feeling... angry...very angry.
This was Friday night after all, the one night she did not want to be staying late.
Friday was the night she talked to him...
With no work the following day, they sometimes talked into the early morning. Not that they had ever spoken, no, this was a different conversation. A written conversation across the electronic world of the internet.
She shuddered when she thought of their last conversation. Of the passion she felt as he deftly caressed her body and mind with words, the thoughts he brought to her mind that carried with them the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. It felt good to think about him, her body tingled with anticipation at what the night might hold.
Her mind snapped back to the harshness of reality. She still had one more thing to do before she could go home. That damned archive room! She carefully locked the office door and made her way along the darkened corridor. She knew what the problem was. The fuse had been tripped again. Her heart quickened, a simple thing to fix, a flick of a switch and she would be on her way.
She stood in front of the large heavy door, pushed it open and peered into the dark.
“Hello?”, Kate listened for an answer. When none came she entered the archive room and let the door close slowly behind her. The amber glow from the emergency lights in the corridor now blocked, the room was pitch black. Kate walked, arms outstretched, to the far wall where the fuse box was located. She gasped as her warm fingers made contact with the cold steel. Feeling for the key to open...
