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| Contemporary Erotic Romance |
THE ENVELOPE ROOM
After a boring board meeting at the office, Sherry gets a surprise when
she goes into the envelope room to relieve her tension.
A smile, a wink and a few shy words are not enough to convince Sherry to
go out with Morgan, her boring co-worker. She has put off men for a
while, opting to take care of her needs on her own. Even though the two of
them are alone on their floor and her body is raging to go for it, she errs
on the side of caution and heads to the privacy of the envelope room to
get her naughty thoughts out of her system. But who wants to get
envelopes alone?
After a boring board meeting at the office, Sherry gets a surprise when
she goes into the envelope room to relieve her tension.
A smile, a wink and a few shy words are not enough to convince Sherry to
go out with Morgan, her boring co-worker. She has put off men for a
while, opting to take care of her needs on her own. Even though the two of
them are alone on their floor and her body is raging to go for it, she errs
on the side of caution and heads to the privacy of the envelope room to
get her naughty thoughts out of her system. But who wants to get
envelopes alone?
| "...If you as a reader are looking for something to whet your appetite, I'd definitely recommend this story to you..." -Amanda Manic Readers |
| THE ENVELOPE ROOM is available at loveyoudivine.com AllRomanceEbooks.com Fictionwise.com E-book ISBN: 978-1-60054-190-9 |
EXCERPT:
Morgan DeFoe sat across from me in the boardroom. He scrawled notes across his yellow legal pad
while Ms. Simmons from Yaeger Investing gave her spiel about stocks and bonds. It was late. The
meeting had gone overtime by thirty minutes. I was tired and stressed, my neck stiff, my back aching
from the uncomfortable vinyl chair and my feet numb from sitting so long. I don’t know why I stared at
him. All the sluts in accounting ignored him, and they usually went for guys high up on the ladder of
management. Morgan was VP of lending, tall, quiet, unimposing but firm in his decisions. He was
stable, well-educated and, as Mary the File Clerk liked to repeat, Morgan was eternally boring. Or so
everyone thought.
He smiled at me. I noticed a twinkle in his brown eyes I’d never seen before. I slipped my heels off and
flexed my nylon covered toes, hoping they wouldn’t pop, or least not do it loud enough for others to
hear. Running the balls of my feet over the low pile office carpet, I smiled back at him.
He winked. Morgan swallowed hard enough to make his throat click before he looked away, focusing
on Ms. Simmons. I think he blushed. I directed my attention to the speaker and noticed, for the first
time, that her black panties showed barely through the gold fabric of her dress. Woops someone forgot
to do the back-glance in the mirror this morning. Thank God it wasn’t me.
Ms. Simmons wrapped up her speech, set her notes on the table and shut down her laptop. “Thank you
all for coming today,” she said, forcing a smile. Dark circles beneath her eyes indicated her fatigue.
“The next meeting is January 13th at five. See you then.”
I gathered up my papers and my favorite pen. It was time to drop off some things at my desk and get
the hell out of the office. A hot bath, a romance novel and scented candlelight sounded like heaven. I
hurried out and would have sprinted down the hall if my heels would have allowed it. The ache in my
feet declared the idea ridiculous.
Someone brushed my arm. The spicy cologne he gave off made my head turn. It was just Morgan again,
wearing his same sheepish smile. “Have a good night, Sherry,” he said.
“You too, Morgan.” I wondered what he meant by the wink in the meeting. Was it about me or the black
panties our speaker sported?
He slowed in the fluorescent lit hall and kept pace with me, stealing sideways glances every so often
until we reached the elevator. Pressing the button, he said, “Do you have plans tonight?”
Plans? What the heck did he mean by that? Did he mean what I think he meant? I followed him into the
elevator and studied his butt. It was small, just two handfuls. I blushed and took a deep breath. The bath
needed to be done, as well as other…things. My body needed a release from all the tension building
over the past two weeks. “No plans. Just gonna go home and relax.”
He nodded and leaned against the wall, staring at me, his eyes smiling. “Yeah, me too. Been a long day.”
“Too long.” I couldn’t not look at him, and my body, deprived as it was after months of self-proclaimed
abstinence from men (who are all jerks) didn’t think Morgan was jerkish enough not to get all worked
up over. He’d loosened his silver tie after the meeting. A few chest hairs curled up over the collar of his
pressed white shirt. The buttons below his tie beckoned. I bit my lower lip, holding back a surge of
sexual insanity. What if I said something stupid or asked him out? Not good.
The elevator tone donged. For a fleeting moment, I hoped it would get stuck and we’d be here in the
dark when the power went out…alone. My fantasy shaped itself. I could force him to the floor, tear off
his shirt, toss away his tie…
Morgan DeFoe sat across from me in the boardroom. He scrawled notes across his yellow legal pad
while Ms. Simmons from Yaeger Investing gave her spiel about stocks and bonds. It was late. The
meeting had gone overtime by thirty minutes. I was tired and stressed, my neck stiff, my back aching
from the uncomfortable vinyl chair and my feet numb from sitting so long. I don’t know why I stared at
him. All the sluts in accounting ignored him, and they usually went for guys high up on the ladder of
management. Morgan was VP of lending, tall, quiet, unimposing but firm in his decisions. He was
stable, well-educated and, as Mary the File Clerk liked to repeat, Morgan was eternally boring. Or so
everyone thought.
He smiled at me. I noticed a twinkle in his brown eyes I’d never seen before. I slipped my heels off and
flexed my nylon covered toes, hoping they wouldn’t pop, or least not do it loud enough for others to
hear. Running the balls of my feet over the low pile office carpet, I smiled back at him.
He winked. Morgan swallowed hard enough to make his throat click before he looked away, focusing
on Ms. Simmons. I think he blushed. I directed my attention to the speaker and noticed, for the first
time, that her black panties showed barely through the gold fabric of her dress. Woops someone forgot
to do the back-glance in the mirror this morning. Thank God it wasn’t me.
Ms. Simmons wrapped up her speech, set her notes on the table and shut down her laptop. “Thank you
all for coming today,” she said, forcing a smile. Dark circles beneath her eyes indicated her fatigue.
“The next meeting is January 13th at five. See you then.”
I gathered up my papers and my favorite pen. It was time to drop off some things at my desk and get
the hell out of the office. A hot bath, a romance novel and scented candlelight sounded like heaven. I
hurried out and would have sprinted down the hall if my heels would have allowed it. The ache in my
feet declared the idea ridiculous.
Someone brushed my arm. The spicy cologne he gave off made my head turn. It was just Morgan again,
wearing his same sheepish smile. “Have a good night, Sherry,” he said.
“You too, Morgan.” I wondered what he meant by the wink in the meeting. Was it about me or the black
panties our speaker sported?
He slowed in the fluorescent lit hall and kept pace with me, stealing sideways glances every so often
until we reached the elevator. Pressing the button, he said, “Do you have plans tonight?”
Plans? What the heck did he mean by that? Did he mean what I think he meant? I followed him into the
elevator and studied his butt. It was small, just two handfuls. I blushed and took a deep breath. The bath
needed to be done, as well as other…things. My body needed a release from all the tension building
over the past two weeks. “No plans. Just gonna go home and relax.”
He nodded and leaned against the wall, staring at me, his eyes smiling. “Yeah, me too. Been a long day.”
“Too long.” I couldn’t not look at him, and my body, deprived as it was after months of self-proclaimed
abstinence from men (who are all jerks) didn’t think Morgan was jerkish enough not to get all worked
up over. He’d loosened his silver tie after the meeting. A few chest hairs curled up over the collar of his
pressed white shirt. The buttons below his tie beckoned. I bit my lower lip, holding back a surge of
sexual insanity. What if I said something stupid or asked him out? Not good.
The elevator tone donged. For a fleeting moment, I hoped it would get stuck and we’d be here in the
dark when the power went out…alone. My fantasy shaped itself. I could force him to the floor, tear off
his shirt, toss away his tie…