I feel that the situation gets out of control. Victor's kisses become more and more insistent and courageous. He gently undoes my bra and throws it away from the gazebo. A moment later, he puts me on the garden bench, and finally, in intimate loneliness, he kisses me gently and slowly savors my lips drawing... He takes off my shirt steadily. His delicate hands lazily wander on my stomach and back. We both enjoy this moment and I'm impatiently waiting the moment when his fingers reach me even more in this unhurried journey...
Hmm, what is he thinking?! I'm not some office slut that he can screw with in the bushes! Oh no, if he wants to get what some, then he must really try!
– It seems that we didn't start off our relation on the right foot – I say carefully. – I like you, but the pace is too fast for me...
– I'm sorry – Victor comes closer and... kisses me on the forehead. This semi-sensitive, semi-paternal gesture disarms me completely. – In that case, let's go back to the party. I would like to know a few things about you...
–... Martha – I feel that the excitement and fatigue after a day start to show off. – My name is Martha. This is not a bad idea, Victor, but not today. If you really want it, we will meet for a cup of coffee and talk...
A boyish smile brightens Victor's eyes.
– Let's meet as soon as you wish! – he smiles at me hauntingly – I'm at your disposal, both during the day... and at night.
I definitely need to finish this meeting before he enchants me completely!
– I'm sorry – I force myself to sound neutral – but I have to go home. I've had a hard day. It was my first day in a new job and I feel totally exhausted.
– Of course, I'm sorry. – Victor looks a bit disconcerted. – I'll escort you to the gate and call a taxi, in the meantime, we will have a moment to talk. Although... there is another possibility. I know our patron, certainly, he has a free small room. You can sleep there peacefully and in the morning you'll go straight to work.
Hmm, I don't know if it's a good idea – I do not have any of my stuff, cosmetics, literally nothing. It was supposed to be a regular meeting place and suddenly I got offered an accommodation – in an unknown house from a quite handsome, but in fact a strange guy that I've met barely twenty minutes ago and I almost have had sex with him...
– It's crazy, you know, but... let it be! I will spend the night here – I say. – But under one condition...
– I agree to everything! – Victor is very glad of my answer.
– I'm a bit tired and I don't want to party with others. Please warn our patron that he will have an unexpected guest. Escort me to the room, and then wish my good night and leave me alone – until the morning… I hope you understand that and I can trust you, can't I?
– I can't say I'm thrilled, because I had hoped that we drink and talk a while, but of course your wish is my order. In the end, I've promised it to you – he smiles at me roguishly and takes me by the hand.
We' go to the villa, but surprisingly Victor directs our steps to the rear of the building.
– We will use the side entrance. The patron would prefer not to see us among the guests, to avoid... unnecessary comments.
I wonder when I will finally meet Oaker. Undoubtedly, he has a good taste – the villa interior is tastefully decorated with an unforced charm. It's far from ostentatious, simple glitz of the nouveau riche.
I let Victor assist me to the second floor and in front of the room I give him another kiss, but then I softly push him away into the corridor and carefully shut the door. My room has a large, comfortable bed, and that's all that interests me now. I undress on the way and simply collapse on a warm, deliciously soft mattress. I'm exhausted so I fall asleep quickly...
I dream about something cool and nice. I think it's a nice dream... but I don't remember what it was about. A silent knocking wakes me unexpectedly. Hmm, someone knocks on the door, gently but insistently...
It must be this horny Victor! I have no intention to open the doors... Of course, I want it, but I'm not a common office girl who gets wet whenever Mr. Company President just looks at her. But, actually, I get wet… If he waits for a little more, he will want me more... And if he forgives me, it means that in fact he was not worth opening these doors... All the doors…
The knocking stops after a while and I can hear footsteps retreating. I turn to the other side with a sense of victory and I cover my head with a pillow. I fall asleep in an instant.
This time I did not dream of anything at all.
I wake up early in the morning. The residence is completely abandoned apart from some sleeping couples in the garden. Well, some might have the luxury of resting after a hard night… One of the guards who patrol the property calls a taxi for me. I pretend I don't see his loathsome gaze, which almost undresses me in the middle of the road. I go back to my flat, and then take a quick bath, I have coffee, and then I'm back again in the taxi. I try to focus on my duties in the office, but I think about Victor all the time, instead of writing some texts. I sort of physically feel the touch of his skin, the magnetic gaze of those damn honey eyes, I smell a raw, masculine scent of his perfume...
– Hello princess, wake up! We have a briefing before the morning edition, so move! – one of the girls grabs me by the arm and pulls me into a large meeting room, which is already full of the editors.
I sit on the chair and hide from Henry's sight. Luckily, he's not paying even the slightest attention to me. He stands in front of a big TV. The TV presents a photo of a handsome middle-aged man. Henry speaks fiercely and every now and then he hits the TV screen with a plastic pointer. I look closely at the screen and I feel that my blood turns to ice – it's Victor!
–... and that is why we believe that there is something with this guy! – he says. – This is Victor Oaker, a businessman leading extensive interests in the automotive and oil industry. Some information has leaked and it was given to us by… an independent source. The information is about his activities which are associated with known criminal groups, but for now this is only circumstantial evidence. If we can turn it into sufficiently firm evidence, it will be the scandal of the year, and I do not think I need to tell you how much we need this success now. Yesterday, along with Henrietta and Martha, our new friends, you probably still do not know her – Henry looks around the room, but I prudently hide behind the back of the boy sitting in front of me – we were at a party at Mr. Victor. We went there in order to identify the situation, but unfortunately we failed to talk to him. Therefore, Miriam – he points to the flaming beauty who sits next to him. Damn, it's this pure fury woman who I've met in the elevator! – So yes, Miriam will call him today and under some pretext asks him for an interview. Please be sure that this conversation will take place in his office. I don't need to explain to you about the core of this task? – Miriam looks pointedly at him and Henry goes immediately to next point of the meeting…
It takes next hour, and when everyone finally goes to their rooms, I feel relieved – apparently, Henry has bigger problems than my foolishness at the party yesterday. By the way, I feel a bit disappointed – now Miriam will take care of the whole thing and probably my duty will be writing obituaries...
Suddenly, I realize that I'm alone in the room and the door is closed... It's locked?! Did someone lock me in here on purpose or is it just a simple mistake? How did the last person doing out not know that I'm still here?