Christina’s fingertips were white, and she realized that she’d stopped breathing. She got up without grace, and walked to the receptionist’s desk. Her boss had her on the hunt for a very important package―one that, if not received today, made her fear what the rest of the day was going to be like. Knowing Paloma, even though it wasn’t her fault, she would treated as if it was.

‘Sorry Chris,’ Frank said, looking at her with sympathy. ‘But that was the last drop off, and nothing for Paloma.’

Paloma’s scenes in front of the office were legendary and as Christina smiled softly at Frank it was tinged with some embarrassment.

‘Thank you,’ she said, holding onto the front desk and standing on one heel.

With a deep breath, Christina turned and walked through the glass doors that led out of the firm. The sound of her own stiletto heels echoed in her ears. She ran down the stairs to see if the delivery truck was still on the street. Her fear of Paloma had her franticly hoping that maybe the package had been left on the truck.

When she got down the stairs, she walked to the truck and gasped.

It was him.

Their usual delivery guy was lazy and abrupt, which she had learned during her stint as a receptionist. But for one glorious week, the guy in front of her subbed for him. He was not lazy, and she had spent every afternoon after his last delivery wanting to run her hands though his long hair. And when he looked at her, it looked like he would not have minded it.

Her desire for him that week had grown so strong that once, while so hot between the broken A/C and him walking into the office in shorts, she pressed her legs together under her desk after he left and let the slickness between her inner thighs help her press her way to orgasm.

Blushing as she thought of that now, she looked up to smile at him, and he grinned at her as he took his hair out of a ponytail, and let it fall over his shoulders. Christina watched the color of the long strands vary in the sunlight.

‘Hi,’ he said, as he pulled his hair back into a ponytail.

‘Hi,’ Christina said, so distracted she didn’t say what she had intended to say. If this guy was doing the delivery, it meant the package was not on the truck. ‘I suppose there’s nothing left on the truck? My boss is going to kill me!’

‘If she hasn’t killed you yet, you’re safe…’
Christina looked up at him, standing in front of the open back of the delivery truck, and then remembered that Paloma had made one of her epic scenes in front of him. But his good looks had made her forget that, the way Paloma had screamed at the desk. Her smile was weak, as she answered him.

‘I guess, I thought you were the regular guy…’

‘…who forgets things on the truck. Well you can come and look with me if you want.’

He extended his hand to hers, and she took it, not wanting to me rude. Once she was in the back of the truck with him, he closed the door.

‘There’s nothing back here…’ Christina said, looking around.

‘I know,’ he said, looking into her eyes. ‘But I didn’t know how else to get you alone. Maybe I can help you out in another way…’

Christina closed her eyes as his thumb pressed against her damp temple, and she wondered how his finger would feel along another damp part of her body. When she opened her eyes, his thumb was in his mouth and he looked at her for permission. Permission to help her, to make her feel better…permission for something.

Poised on one heel, she leaned against a large box and almost fell. He grabbed her, and pulled her close to him.