His Secret Desire - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance Serial Novel)

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Warning: This work contains
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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter
Three

The sound of a ringing phone cut through the
office. A polite voice answered the phone as another piercing ring went off a
few cubicles away. I sat at my desk, typing on a company computer, joining the
rhythm of the dozens of other keyboards that attract hands like magnets. A
fluorescent light flickered above me, dying slowly.
I called engineering to fix the nuisance. Over
the phone a gritty voice told me it was going to be a few hours.
Everything around me was gray. Neutral colors
only broken up by colorful frames on the wall that surrounded memories that are
supposed to give life to an otherwise dreary corporate wasteland. I looked
around my desk and studied the photographs I’ve hung on my little wall, taking
a break from the spreadsheet that had occupied more of my morning than I care
to admit.
The photo of my college graduation stared back
at me from a past that I can still clearly remember. Genuine smiles across both
of my parents’ faces, a rare sight indeed. For once they weren’t throwing harsh
words at each other. It was a day without fighting. A day devoid of arguments
leading to bitter silences. We were all happy.
I reached out to touch the photo, as if I
could somehow go back to that day. A little laugh escaped me as I remembered my
first days at college as a nerdy girl who kept to herself. Scared to speak up
in class, even when I was sure I knew the answer. Four years later, posing with
my parents for that picture, I was a different person.
I had joined the orientation committee early
on in college as a way to meet people, and before long I had become a leader of
the group. We proposed a Casino Night event that I was to organize. I spent
days making phone calls, getting the proper paperwork filled out and signed,
and coordinating all the members of the committee. When the night of the event
came, I watched all of the students flooding the event hall and felt like I had
accomplished something real.
The computer screen before me glared bright
with the unfinished spreadsheet. The sounds of office conversations in quiet,
polite tones filled my ears. My days at college are gone. A memory encased in a
picture frame. The girl who blossomed into a woman capable of taking charge is
now sitting in an office chair typing out mindless reports. That woman is me
now.
I looked at the memories on my cubicle wall.
My parents smiling faces looking back at me, now just memories encased in cheap
plastic frames. I could feel the tears climbing up behind my eyes, daring to
fall down my cheeks and ruin my composure. I breathed in slowly, fighting them
back to the depths of the sadness where they came from.
I checked my phone for what seemed like the
hundredth time since I’ve sat down. The phone’s clock told me it was only a few
minutes past eleven in the morning. I scanned the office, looking for Emily
Jones. Emily would be a nice change of pace from the banality of the office. I
rose from my desk and spotted Emily in the corner, smiling and running her hand
softly through her hair while listening to some young college intern tell some
story just out of my earshot. Emily’s hand kept returning to the intern’s
shoulder, a flirtatious laugh coupled with her every touch.
I walked up to them, interrupting the young
man’s story. “Hey, do you want to grab a girls’ lunch with me?” I asked,
looking at Emily pleadingly.
“Ok, Samantha, I’d love to,” Emily said, her
eyes narrowing seductively at the young intern. I noticed him blush before he
walked away.
“So, a new love interest I see?” I asked.
“Oh Dave? The intern? Hardly,” she said,
laughing. “It was just a nice, innocent conversation.”
“You? Innocent?”
“You know, you could go for some more innocent
conversations with some of the guys around here. At least for some practice
talking to guys. It couldn’t hurt!” Emily said.
We boarded the crowded elevator and Emily
pressed the button for the cafeteria. She turned to me and whispered in my ear,
almost too loudly, “When was the last time you even talked to a guy, let alone
went on a date?”
I elbowed her, giving her a look that I meant
to convey
shut up!
but only managed to suppress my approaching laughter.
We got off at the cafeteria laughing, my embarrassment all but forgotten.
“And when was the last time you were on a
date? Twenty minutes ago?” I asked.
Emily and I sat down in the cafeteria by the
window. I picked at an Asian salad with chicken that I barely put any dressing
on. Emily took a large bite of a cheeseburger with all the fixings.
Satisfaction spread over her face as ketchup
ran down her chin. She wiped it off and put the
cheeseburger down to eat a few fries that she
greedily lapped up more ketchup with. I watched her ravenous eating with a
sense of awe.
“I had the best date last night. Maybe of my
entire life. First off, he was drop-dead gorgeous. Like a young Marlon Brando
mixed with George Clooney. Even through his suit I could tell he was fit, like
that crazy driven type who spends too much time at the gym and eats nothing but
grilled chicken and kale.” Emily paused and looked up to the ceiling as if
savoring another bite of her cheeseburger.
“So he brings me out to this amazing fusion
Chinese place downtown where he knows all the waiters and then the chef
personally brings us a special entree that he designed for us on the spot! It
was incredible! After the restaurant, he throws me in a cab and we bounce from
club to club. Not those awful popped-collar ones but these clubs where there
aren’t even signs out front. He just knew a whole string of them and brought me
dancing all night. And my God, he could dance. I mean, really dance.” A smirk
crossed Emily’s face. She finished her cheeseburger with one large bite and sat
back in her chair.
“So you really liked him? What was his name
again?”
“It was either Roger or Robert, not sure.
Either way, he was way too into himself and status-obsessed. Like, he believed
he was God’s gift to women. But I can’t deny that there were parts of him that
I definitely liked,” Emily said, still chewing.
A man in his late twenties walked by us and
nodded to Emily with a smile. Emily smiled and tossed her hair back gently. As
he walked away, Emily turned back to me.
“Why don’t you go for any of the guys around
here? Like that guy, Steven Draven. Handsome, successful, not a bad
conversationalist either.”
“I take it you know this from first-hand
experience?”
“Little ol’ me? Well no, I’ve never gone out
with him. But Cathy from accounting went out on a couple dates with him and
said she had a fantastic time. His dad owns a cabin in the Hamptons and he even
has a mini-yacht. I mean, come on! What is more perfect for a weekend of fun
than that?”
“Well, maybe I’m not looking for random fun
with these executive types. I don’t want to be some random weekend fling for
these guys to brag about to each other. And if Cathy had such a fun time, what
happened?” I asked, leveling my eyes playfully at Emily.
“Who knows? She got bored. He got bored. It
doesn’t matter. And anyway, it doesn’t matter what these guys think of you. Who
said you’re the weekend fling? You have some fun. They have some fun. It’s no
attachments all around and no one gets hurt.”
Emily pointed to a group of five guys sitting
together. “What about one of those guys? Maybe James?”
“First off, James is very nice. A sweetheart,
really. But haven’t you noticed just how nice he dresses all the time. How
meticulous he is with his ensembles? Have you ever talked to James at length?
You’d probably find the two of you share a lot of the same...interests.”
“James is gay? Well, that explains why he
doesn’t respond to me at all. How could any straight man resist this?” Emily
asked, tossing her head back dramatically.
I laughed. “Ok there, Miss Irresistible. Who
else could be my possible Casanova?”
“Dave Schuman.”
“Dave Schuman. The same Dave Schuman who is
married with two beautiful daughters that he feels compelled to show to every
single person who talks to him for more than two minutes?”
“Yes, but he never talks about his wife, now
does he?” An evil smirk spread across Emily’s face. She winked and tried to
suppress her giggles.
“Very funny. You’re terrible, you know that?”
“Oh, lighten up. What about Dennis Malick?”
“The gambling-addict whose wife left him last
year after he bankrupted them in one all-out downward spiral of a weekend?”
“Yeah, but just imagine the time in Vegas he
could show you!” Emily said.
I was laughing with Emily. It felt good to be
having lunch with her, talking about some of the men in the office. To be
honest, anything beat moping at my computer desk brooding over my life. Each
one of the men looked less appealing than the last, but even talking about
dating anybody was exciting. And who knows, maybe I would start seriously
dating again. Emily was right, it had been too long since my last date. I
wasn’t about to lie down and be some “fun time” for some rich-boy, but maybe I
could meet a guy worth dating. A good, nice guy.
“Alright, so you’re too good for all of these
guys, huh? What about Alexander Strauss? Would you be too good for him?” Emily
asked.
“Come on! Really? You think I’d want to date
that old gauntly looking creep? I just imagine his black eyes staring at me in
an attempt to suck out my soul or something,” I said with disgust.
“What are you talking about?! Do you even know
who I’m talking about?” Emily asked, shocked.
She took out her phone, her fingers quickly
working on the screen. Holding the phone out so close to me it was practically
touching my face, Emily let out a histrionic breath of disappointment.
“Does this look like some gauntly creep to
you?”
It certainly did not. My heartbeat quickened.
The portrait on Emily’s phone showed a man with beautiful, piercing blue eyes
that seemed to stare out at me through the screen, not in an attempt to suck
out my soul but to melt it. My attraction was immediate in a way that I had
never
experienced before. His faced showed little
emotion; a slight smile that exuded a professionalism necessary to his stature
in the company, nothing more. His hair framed his sharp features that commanded
my attention. An internal struggle was already developing inside of me. He was
beautiful like a god.
As if in defiance of me, my eyes would not
look away from Emily’s screen. I fought against telling Emily that he was
unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I did not want to reveal how I really felt.
“He’s probably some arrogant prick,” I blurted
out loudly. “Inherited daddy’s company and probably thinks he’s better than the
entire world that was handed to him on a silver plate.”
I looked up. At first, I thought Emily had
completely lost interest in me. The phone slowly descended as Emily’s arm fell.
Emily was ghost-white. Her mouth hung open every so slightly.
She made no sound. A rush of panic struck at
my heart immediately. It began beating so fast that I feared it might explode
in my chest. Emily’s eyes were looking at something behind me. Fighting every
impulse to stand up and run away, the impulse that filled every inch of my
being with the need to not turn around, I slowly looked behind me.
Mr. Strauss stood before me, a group of men
silently waiting behind him. My mouth ran dry. Not a single word would come to
my lips to save me. I could only stare, hoping that I at least looked composed.
An amused expression adorned his face as he scanned me up and down. Slowly.
Standing so close, I could feel heat radiating
from him as though he were the sun on a warm summer’s day. An impulse to stand
up and grab him shot through my mind like a bullet tearing through its intended
target. The photograph on the phone was nothing in comparison to the man in
person. His tall stature loomed over me for what seemed like years. A perfectly
tailored suit did not hide his perfectly proportioned physique that a tiny
cell-phone could only hint at. If God had animated a Greek statue and covered
it in a suit that cost more than I made in a month, it was standing before me
now.
My heart skipped a beat painfully in my chest
as I realized he was bending down towards my face. Oh my God, is he going to
kiss me? I almost closed my eyes in anticipation. Every muscle in my body
tensed. Every breath was a struggle to steal from the air. Time itself slowed
down to a crawl.
His blue eyes grew larger in my own. With
every closing inch I wished more and more that he would swallow me whole. Wash
away the world with his eyes and drink me like the sea. Every beat of my heart
rang out in the silence of the cafeteria. A steady beat of the moment before I
knew he would embrace me.
At the last moment, he broke from the path
towards my waiting mouth and his lips hung agonizingly close to my ear.
“Four p.m. My office,” he whispered. With
that, he turned and lead the group out of the cafeteria in silence.
I turned back to Emily slowly. Her mouth still
hung open. Neither of us spoke as we rose to leave the cafeteria.