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office affairs [mintie x krad]

  • Clasping her bra behind her back in an expertly fashion, the female glanced over her shoulder at him as he sat on her couch with a bit of stunned shock still within him, pulling her skirt down and smoothing it out. Laughing quietly again, she pointed to the opposite side of her couch, which was where his pants lay in a crumpled heap at which he had tossed them, "Over there." She stated after finding her shirt and beginning to button it up.[/list:u]
 
He quickly grabbed his pants and stood up, pulling them on, nearly forgetting to tuck away his member before zipping it up. He went and found his shirt and tie, put the shirt on and looped the tie aroudn his neck loosely. "See you tomarrow Miss Vargas." he said walking toward the door. He turned and gave a wave to her before leaving, winking back.
 
  • The morning routine seemed absolutely simple for everyone else in the office building, though the female had yet to show her face in the office building, adding a slight ease to everyone at the reception desk and the office itself. However, as though right on cue, the so called 'Warden' made her entrance into the building, black hair loose as it was held up by hair sticks, her hips swayed in a naturally hypnotizing fashion as she stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor and watching as the doors slid to a close. Smiling softly to herself when she heard the elevator bing softly, there was another person to enter the elevator with her, only looking up once at the number on the floor to know who it was.[/list:u]
 
He'd woken up the morning after, wondering if he'd dreamed it all. But the number he'd transfered onto a peice of paper before laying down was still there. He gathered his things and set out early, he had to run off a sample of the magazine anyway.

Once he had the prototype in his hand he figured he would take it directly to Miss Vargas himself, instead of the usual office intern. The doors of the elevator slid open and he saw her standing there, much as she had the night before. "Well good morning." He said stepping in and handing her the magazine. "Ready for your seal of approval."
 
  • Her head tilting only lightly when he entered the elevator, much to her own mindâ??s accord, the red silk of her shirt causing her skin to radiate in its natural color, a smile formed on to her lips, â?Good morning,â? She replied back, taking the sample copy of the magazine and looking over the front cover carefully, making sure everything she had asked to be on the cover was there. And it was, much to her approval, her eyes looked up at the light as it landed on the final floor before turning her eyes back to him, â?Iâ??ll have a look at the rest of it when I get to my office. Do you want me to send it down to you or would you like to wait ?â? By wait, she meant wait in her office while she finished going over it herself, the elevator doors sliding open, the female moved out of the elevator and glanced over her shoulder at him as though asking â??Make your Pick.â??[/list:u]
 
"I don't have anything else to do." he said casually, and followed her. The cover of the magazine, along with most of its contense was acctually his own work. The other employees really only provided the information to be put in it.
 
  • The female moving into her office, she held the door for him before moving behind her desk, glancing toward the window that had been wiped and sprayed with Windex a bit earlier, smelling the cleaners throughout her office. Sitting at her desk and crossing her firm legs, she began to move through the forty paged magazine, flipping them carefully before looking over to him, "I take it you did most of this too?" She asked, the question half rhetorical as she already partially knew the answer. [/list:u]
 
"More than I needed." He said sitting in a chair infront of her desk. "Some people missed a few days. Out sick." He looked up at her as he crossed his leg over his knee comfortably. He looked over at the window where she'd been full pressed against. Her brests flattened agaisnt it.
 
  • Her own legs crossing underneath the glass topped table, she looked up again and tilted her head softly, not needing to follow his eyes to her window to know he was definitely not thinking about the city outside. No, rather, he was thinking about the events that had occurred just last night, her figure moving only slightly as she left her eyes on him, "Memories?"[/list:u]
 
"A few." he said looking back to her and cocking an eyebrow ever so slightly. He sure was thinking about the night before. He wanted to see her like that again soon.
 
  • Smiling softly at the answer and the raised brow she received, Stefani Vargas had finished checking through the rough draft of the magazine, looking over to him with a lightly tilted head as she leaned forward. With his position in the seat right in front of her, it was an easy movement to take him by his tie and pull him forward, wrapping it around her fist as her lips moved against his. "A few, huh?" She murmured against his lips.[/list:u]
 
"Yeah." he said after kissing her back. He pulled away slightly, looking into her face. "Why, do you have more?" He asked before smashing his lips back against her's, putting his tounge between her lips.
 
  • Their kissing getting a bit deeper, it only made the female hotter for the man in front of her, her grip on his tie not loosening a bit as she allowed his tongue access into her mouth. Pulling away reluctantly, the woman loosened her grip finally, looking over his face with her bright eyes before letting her lips curl into a smile.[/list:u]
 
  • "If I wasn't contained, you wouldn't be dressed right now." Her words were plain in their answer, cocking a brow up at him before releasing his tie all together. Handing him the rough draft of the magazine as though they hadn't almost dove into a make out session, Stefani smiled lightly, "I like it, just make sure that you credit the supports. And move the interview a little bit up toward the front. Come to me before you send it to get mass copied."[/list:u]
 
"No problem." He said taking the magazine back. he rolled it up and held it as he stood. "I'll have it before lunch." He told her then turned to leave her office.
 
  • Watching him leave, Stefani set her hands on her hips before tilting her head lightly, "I think I want something else during lunch too." She said, just loud enough for him to hear her, giggling softly to herself and giving him an innocent expression.[/list:u]
 
"Well maybe I can bring that too." he said as he moved out of sight. He rode the elevator back down to his floor ans walked back to his office to tweak the magazine. As promiced he retured before lunch, 5 minuets before noon he was at her office door, knocking.
 
  • The sound of a conversation was slightly heard through the glass doors, one that Stefani was winning simply because the reasons for this conversation were absolutely ignorant. However, the man who sat before her was evidently beyond persistent, staring at the attractive woman as though that would flatter her in any way. "Look, just because you assume that something is happening doesn't mean that it is. Rita doesn't have time to listen to your excuses for why you can't come in in the morning, so do it again, and I will let you go." The man was hushed rather quickly, standing up and escorting himself out of the office, holding the door open for the man who had knocked.[/list:u]
 
He nodded as they passed, quickly slipping inside and shutting the door. He walked through the office and up to Miss Vargas. He handed over the finished copy. "It's ready for publishing Miss Vargas." he said in a casual, but slightly erotic tone.
 
  • His timing was absolutely perfect for Stefani, the female looking up at him when he entered, she smiled softly when he spoke of the magazine being ready to publish. Taking a quick look over it and nodding as he had done what she asked, the female moved around her desk, one hand holding the magazine while the other found itself against his jawline, her lips pressing softly to his before murmuring, "Thank you. Come downstairs with me so I can take it to the publishers, hmm?" The question was more so one of a 'not an option' thing, her nails gently tracing the firm bone of his jaw before moving away from him and walking toward the doors of her office, opening one and making her way to the elevator. She had plans for him. [/list:u]
 
He kissed her back, forming his lips to match her's. "Sure." He whispered and went with her. He stepped aside to let her into the elevator, then followed her in. He stood as the lift went down, the lights slowly counting the floors.
 
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