Blogging A-Z Challenge – post every day in April, except Sundays using a different letter each day.
Today’s letter is O – Office Plays
My new erotic romance is out – Office Plays!
I love the anticipation, the slow build of excitement before I meet someone in the office. I know it’s wrong, and I would be fired if I was found out, but it makes me feel so sexy to slip away from my desk for twenty minutes; coming back with pink cheeks and a buzz still between my legs.
I spend at least eight hours a day in this place. Why not make it as enjoyable as I can?
Here’s an excerpt!
The office cleared out by four o’clock and now, well after five, it’s eerily quiet with only me still left on the floor. Callie is emailing me from home.
At least I have Agatha and Ian to keep me company, but I’m not sure if she will be in any condition to work after Ian’s finished with her.
I pick at the pile of work on my desk for a bit but I’m soon distracted by noises from Ian’s office over the music from my radio.
Loud voices. A cry. A sharp sound.
What’s going on in there? I’m not particularly fond of Agatha, but no one deserves to be threatened in the workplace.
Cocking my head in that direction, I hope the noises won’t be repeated. The last thing I need is to interrupt a scene. Things are quiet and I return to work, but when I hear them again, and then again, I push my chair away from the desk. I’m not sure what I can do, but Ian shouldn’t be such a jerk to Agatha.
When I stand up, I see he’s being something to her.
Ian’s office has those cheap, plastic slat blinds that you pull up and down with a cord. For one window, someone forgot to close them all the way and when I stand in front of my desk I can clearly see into his office, where Agatha is naked and bent over his desk.
Naked and bent over the desk.
This isn’t common behaviour in the workplace. At least not my workplace.
I drop into my chair quicker than Callie can pull off a pair of panties. But curiousity gets the best of me and I take another peak. What are they doing?
Now I can see Agatha is not just bent over the desk, but strapped down, her torso prone on the surface with her arms tied underneath by cords. And Ian is standing behind her bare ass holding a ruler, like some bizarre re-enactment of a Fifty Shades scene.
Ian is looking right at me through the window.
Anna Ellis 