*** Mark *** It was 'the girl's' second day at Lovelane and their first brainstorming session. Mark had invited her to sit on the visitor's couch near the desk where he worked in his large office. He took his seat on the single-seater while she sat on the three-seater facing him and backing the desk. He should not have noticed how her skirt crept up, revealing caramel-smooth thighs when she lowered herself on the couch. His whole body reacted to the sight in a way that made him think it was an error to have the meeting in this position. Maybe they should move to where he interviewed her. He turned to stare at his desk but decided that changing his mind now was probably not a good idea. After all, she did catch him staring. 'Can't let her think she has that kind of effect on you, Mark.' Letting out a deep breath, he began. "We have an important task and there's a deadline." The girl looked at him for one second before averting her eyes. It was 9 AM. He'd had his caffeine fix for t
Solana sat in her new office, working on the first task Mark had given her some two hours ago. She lifted herself off her chair to steal a peek through her office glass door at the wooden door across from her office. The boss' door! Looking around her large office, she wondered if it was a good thing that she didn't share the space with anyone yet. It was the same size as the boss' but had two other desks in the corner. She guessed if he hired other admin staff, they would sit there. Because her door was a see-through glass, he would see her anytime he was passing through. Anyone would. She didn't know how she felt about that. But did she have a choice?"I can do this." She whispered again while exhaling deeply. It was her second day on the job, and the meeting with her new boss this morning indicated that the job had really started. Yesterday had been such a peaceful day. She had seen Mark only once in the morning.She had used the opportunity to look around the place. She also met
*** Solana ***It was Solana's first weekend at her new place, which was one floor above her office. The best thing about the day for her was that she'd be indoors most of the time, enjoying the large, luxurious apartment. She was off duty on Saturdays and was only required to check on things to make sure guests were comfortable. Nevertheless, she still woke up early because of habit. After all, she had laundry to do and groceries to pick up. She was in her new kitchen, making toast and her favorite instant coffee mix. Bluetooth earphone was on her right ear as she downloaded the whole week's event to her best friend."I don't think he remembers me from that night." "Are you that bad in the sack that he forgot you so easily? I thought you said it was good. It's been one week Sol, you should've had round two by now. If not round six." Julie replied."The sex was great! At least, for me it was. And I'm here to work, Jul. Not get laid.""Nothing wrong with doing both. It's called multi
*** Mark ***Mark stood with his door half-opened, staring at Solana who was just a few feet away across from him. Her door was half open like his, she was standing between the jamb and not wearing much. A skimpy crop top with obviously no bra and those shorts that didn't reach low enough to cover her thighs couldn't be called sufficient clothing. He considered going back into his room and shutting the door. But what would she make of that? He already promised himself not to let her see the overpowering effect she had on him."Good morning. I didn't know you live here." It sounded like she was out of breath."I don't. Well, not really... Where are you going? The laundry room?" He hoped he didn't sound out of breath like her, because he felt nervous for no reason. "Yes. Dirty clothes." She lifted the bag slightly. She was looking at him like she couldn't look away. Her eyes lingered on his bare chest and were going to travel down further before she quickly brought them back to his fa
*** Mark ***Mark did not hear the first two knocks. He was lost in a world of he and Solana. In this world, his hands and tongue explored every inch of her while she moaned his name again and again. He was doing all kinds of things to her and she was returning the favor. Oh, how she lifted her hips to receive every thrust. In his mind, Mark rode her snug, slick depth to unimaginable heights until he could climb no further. He felt himself free-falling back to reality when he heard the knock.He stared at the door, head laid back, and panting, unwilling to get up.The knock came again, making him impatient. "Who is it?""I brought your clothes." Right. He'd asked her to help him earlier when he ran out of the laundry room to hide the boner."Ok. Be right there."What if he opened the door and took her in his arms? Mark thought as he continued to stare at the door. He argued that there was nothing wrong with them getting a taste of each other. Again. Just one more time. But again, he
*** Phil ***Phil thanked his luck for finding a parking space this quickly as he slid his car into the just-empty spot in front of the restaurant. 'Act surprised and play it cool.' He sang in his head while walking into the place that smelled of pastries and fried chicken. Solana was a few feet ahead of him. He called out her name once they were inside. "Solana."She turned, and her face registered surprise and a friendly smile. 'Oh good, she doesn't hate me for cutting her pay in half.'"Mr. Gonza, hi.""What a surprise." He was now standing behind her in the queue, but she was facing him as they greeted each other. "I take it the new job is near here then?"She nodded. "Yes, it is. Just down the road by that junction.""I see." He knew exactly where it is, even though he refused to believe it yet. He was on his way out for a brief meeting and had just turned the junction into this street when he spotted her. She had been talking and smiling with some guy by the fancy kiosk in fro
*** Mark ***Mark watched from the window as the Mazda SUV backed out of the front of his driveway back unto the street. He knew that car, but he couldn't be certain if that was whom he suspects or another person entirely. Maybe she ran into Phil and he offered to drop her off. Or that was some other guy whom she was seeing.From his window, he observed Solana walking back towards the lobby. She raised her hand in a salute gesture to someone near the kiosk. He could easily guess who that was. 'And there he is.' Joe was sauntering toward her, saying something Mark could not decipher. For no reason, he reminded himself that they knew each other before she started working here"Yeah, but how?" He asked aloud eyes still on the girl.That question had bothered him from the moment he learned those two knew each other. Why? He didn't know. Why was it even important how they knew each other? He had no reason to think they were romantically involved or had been involved. He just hated that sh
*** Mark ***After the brief meeting with Solana, Mark spent the next hour and a half reading different blog posts on the internet. Even though these articles had nothing to do with running a hospitality business, Mark told himself the knowledge was of utmost importance. To him, the majority of the blog posts he came across were plain trash. Others promoted 'modern feminism,' which didn't quite answer his question. But amidst the garbage and feminist articles, he found a handful that offered meaningful insights into the very subject that interests him. Solana Jang found him intimidating. Was that a good or bad thing? These internet guys thought it was a bad thing, and they offered a strong argument to back it up. Mark agreed. Bosses should be approachable and a woman should not feel intimidated by her partner. Not that she was his woman. Boss and employee dynamics naturally carry an undertone of a subtle sense of intimidation. Ugo, for instance, would not address him and Joe the sa