Knock, knock. 

Glancing up from my laptop, I replied. “Come in.”

My legal assistant, Eva, rounded the open door with a twist of her heel, strode toward me and planted her hands down on my desk, putting her gorgeous, full, round breasts at my eye-level. Her blue lace bra was on display through the undone top two buttons of her white long-sleeve blouse. This was her favourite way to make an entrance when she had news to share.

I had to admit, I quite enjoyed it too. The sight of this stunning, young, half-Colombian woman bent over my desk, her cleavage on full display, her fiery chocolate eyes indicating that her soft, full lips were about to start speaking. I loved the way she looked when she was bursting to tell me something; but she always waited for me to ask. 

I paused a couple more seconds, enjoying the scene in front of me. “What’s up, Eva?”

She replied, her soft lips moving, revealing her beautiful teeth. “These fuckers just sent over a new 500 page contract. The meeting is tomorrow.”

Eva watched my face, waiting for a reaction. For some reason, she enjoyed seeing me fired up. She seemed to hope I would get fired up. 

I looked into her fiery chocolate eyes. “By ‘these fuckers’, I assume you mean the client we’re representing at the meeting tomorrow?”

Her face softened a little, her mouth turning up into a smile. “Yeah, those fuckers.”

In the same way Eva liked seeing me fired up, I liked seeing her smile. She had the kind of smile that made the whole room stop to watch. It seemed that I made her smile a lot. 

It was my turn to smile, but my eyes flashed mock frustration as I checked the Patek on my wrist. “It’s 5 o’clock already! Those fuckers, I’ll be pulling an all-nighter now. Could you please drop off the contract and fill a thermos of coffee before you head out?”

She smiled again, appreciating my show of frustration. “Sure thing, Jack!”

With that, she straightened, twisted on her heel and walked back out. I watched her as she went, her slim waist accentuating her perfect ass, alternating cheeks straining against her navy skirt with each stride. Black stockings stretched over her toned thighs and calves, the material thin enough for me to appreciate her smooth caramel skin beneath.

—

On her first day here; six months ago, every man had fought to have Eva as their assistant, but she’d asked to work with me.

I had no idea why, but she was incredibly intelligent and competent, and given the strain on my marriage at home, I’d been happy to have her attention.

I picked up the phone and called my wife, letting her know I wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon. Apparently she’d had a big day; morning pilates, lunchtime mimosas with her friends and she’d picked out a new Chanel handbag at the mall. She was angry because it was my turn to do the dishes and take the trash out, but now she’d have to do it, the poor thing.

After hanging up, I heard a knock and glanced up to find Eva juggling the 500 page report and a half-gallon of coffee. “How’d your wife take the news?”

I laughed, waving her in, signalling for her to drop the report and coffee on my desk. “You know how it is; she hates me doing overtime, but she’s happy to spend the proceeds.”

Eva placed the report directly in front of me, the coffee off to my right, knowing I was right-handed. She placed a pack of highlighters and post-its next to the coffee. Her attention to detail was impeccable. 

She smiled, her warmth instantly washing away all thoughts of my ungrateful wife at home. 

“You know,” she started nervously, “we could get this done quicker together.”

She searched my face for a response as I considered it. A late night alone at the office with this intelligent, stunning woman was appealing. Plus, I needed the help. 

I smiled, appreciating the gesture. “It’ll be a long night, don’t you have other plans?”

She shook her head. “I was meant to be getting Chinese with my boyfriend and having a night in, but he’s gone out drinking with his shithead buddies again. I’ve worked hard on this handover, and I’d rather be here than eating Chinese at home alone.”

I smirked, wondering what kind of idiot would knock back a night with Eva. “Alright, done. There’s plenty of room at my desk, grab your chair and whatever else you need. I’ll grab some Chinese from that spot down the block and meet you back here in 20.”

—

I exited the foyer door, watching the rest of our colleagues head home for the night. 

I took a right, wandering down the city block, taking in the glow of the high-rises against the backdrop of the setting sun. The warm evening air was slightly humid, but pleasant. People in suits were walking down the sidewalk, while hospitality workers prepared for the nightlife. 

The buzz of the city never lost its charm on me. 

The bustle of the white-collar working class heading to their homes, mingling with those heading to the bars and restaurants. Some people buzzing with the end of their day, others buzzing with the beginning of their nights. Call me a romantic, but the city always felt alive, like you were never truly alone.

Although I enjoyed the buzz, the hustle and bustle, sometimes I craved solitude.

I got that, on the nights I worked late. 

Everyone else in the building would leave, and I’d be alone in one of the highest corner offices in the city, standing at the window and watching. I’d watch the city, silent below me, nobody aware of me; the silent observer. The solitude, the anonymity; it was liberating. 

Tonight, I’d be sharing it with Eva, a realisation that sent a long-forgotten sensation washing over me; excitement.

A tingle ran down my spine.

I reached the Chinese restaurant, a local hole-in-the-wall favourite. I recited our orders, then stood to the side waiting, watching the city go by. The chef worked fast, and I was soon walking back to office.

My excitement was growing. 

—

By the time I made it back to my corner office, Eva was set up in her chair, next to mine, highlighters and post-its at the ready. 

She looked up, smiling at me, sending another tingle down my spine. I handed her order over and set my own down, before taking a seat next to her. She surprised me by turning her chair around and lifting her feet into my lap, her high heels digging in to my thigh. 

She blushed, holding her hands up and wiggling her fingers, showing me her brand new blue nails. “I got them done at lunch, now I can’t manage the buckles and my feet are killing me.”

I laughed, and she visibly relaxed. “They say ‘beauty is pain’, right?”

Unbuckling her heels and dropping them to the floor, I noticed red marks across the tops of her feet, visible even through her stockings. Unconsciously, I placed my hand on one of her feet and massaged my thumb over the mark, trying to draw some blood flow. Realising I might be out of line, I stopped and looked across at her. 

She had been smiling, with her eyes closed. 

When she opened them, she saw the concern on my face and giggled. “It’s okay, that felt nice.” She paused. “You should get comfortable too, it’ll be a long night.”

She was right. I stood up, took off my jacket, undid a few shirt buttons and took off my tie and shoes. Placing them under the desk with her heels, I rolled up my sleeves and sat back down. 

She tied her long, wavy brown hair into a ponytail, before rolling up her sleeves and undoing a couple of shirt buttons, her round breasts immediately swelling to enjoy their newfound comfort. 

I glanced across at her, my excitement building. “Alright, time to eat!”

—

We finished eating and dove straight into the contract. 

Flowing well together, we traded opinions, notes and inconsistencies. Every time Eva come across something she wanted me to see, she’d turn her chair and lightly kick my leg, excitement in her eyes. I was often impressed, which made her smile, happiness flashing across her face as she squeezed my arm before returning to the contract. 

I found myself paying more attention to her and less to the contract as the hours ticked by. 

She was focused, eager to prove herself to me. Her beautiful face frequently shifting between focus, curiosity, recognition and satisfaction. Her chest rose and fell, her blue lace bra the only barrier between her breasts and the last shirt button restraining them. 

I’d never been this close to her for this long. 

I took in her features; her soft red lips, the bottom of which she lightly bit every time she found something curious, which was driving me wild. Her button nose, twitching back and forth as she scanned the pages, her high cheekbones, her young, elastic skin glowing with her femininity. My favourite though; her fiery chocolate eyes; they radiated intensity, intelligence and curiosity, a small peek into the soul of who I now realised was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met.

She’d found something in the contract, turning in her chair, she kicked my leg and looked up to find me already meeting her gaze. 

She opened her mouth slightly, then stopped. I watched her dark eyes, her pupils dilating. We stayed like that a moment, her leg still resting against mine, our heart rates creeping up, before I took a breath and broke the tension. 

“What is it, Eva?”

She blinked, her dilated pupils narrowing into anger. “Have a look at what these sneaky fuckers tried to slip in!”   

I leaned over, into the musky blend of rose, vanilla and jasmine coming from her soft caramel skin. I felt my body light up, my blood rushing to my cock. I wondered how her body would feel, pressed against mine. 

I scanned the passage she was pointing to, my burning desire turning to anger as I read. “Those fuckers, they’re trying to replace our options with cash. No way I’m getting out before they IPO.”

She looked into my eyes, now just a few inches between us. “What are you going to do?” 

Her pupils were dilating again, as were my own.

Her musky scent, her fiery chocolate eyes, her full lips, her soft skin. So close to me I could feel her breath against my face. I reached out, placing my open hand against her flushed cheek. 

I smiled. “Well, Eva; we’re going to fuck them.”

I watched her face, noticing a hint of disappointment when I said ’them’. 

—

Several more hours passed, with no more nasty surprises from the client. 

All 500 pages had been read, re-read, highlighted and noted; we were ready for the meeting tomorrow.

Eva took out her hairband, shaking her long brown hair loose, leaned back in her chair, stretched her arms over her head and her legs onto my desk. Her navy skirt slipped upward, revealing the tops of her stockings and the soft, glowing skin of her upper thighs. I stood, stretching my own arms, checking my watch; 2:47am.

It had taken us over 8 hours, but it would have taken 15 on my own. 

I looked at Eva, who was already looking up at me. “Thank you. Really, I would have been at it till sunrise without you.”

She smiled. A shy smile, something I’d never seen before. I realised this was the most important thing she’d worked on since starting here.

“I mean it, Eva; you’re incredible. You’re intelligent, and you have an eye for detail. I couldn’t have done it without you, and I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with this.” 

She was blushing now, staring into her lap. “Thank you.”

I wandered over to my couch against the back wall, sitting down on the far side. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave way to the glowing city high-rises surrounding us, traffic crawling along below, the buildings sprawling and flattening out into dim suburbs in the distance. I felt a familiar peace wash over me, usually found in solitude, now amplified by Eva’s presence. 

I waved her over. “Come, take a look.”

She smiled, padded over and took a seat next to me, her thigh against mine. “Everyone says you work late because you want to make partner, is that true?”

I laughed. She’d just spent half the night helping me, even though she didn’t have to. I felt an honest answer was deserved, even if I’d never really been honest with myself. 

I looked out over the city as I spoke. “It’s partly true, I guess. But really, this is where I come to find peace. If I had kids, I’d be at home. But my wife’s content with her lifestyle, happy spending my bonuses on pointless shit, so kids would only get in the way for her.”

I paused, remembering how much I’d wanted to have kids, before my wife grew content and selfish. 

“There’s not a lot of peace at home, but this…” I raised my arms, palms up, gesturing toward the city lights; “this is where I find peace, alone.”

She followed my gaze, taking in the same sights I found solitude in most nights. “It’s beautiful, especially at night. I see why you find peace here.”

She turned toward me, our eyes meeting, softening. “You aren’t alone tonight though, Jack.” 

My heart beat faster. My blood flowed down to my cock and I felt it swelling at the sight of the gorgeous young woman sitting with me. I reached out, placing my palm against her cheek. 

I saw her chest rise and fall slightly faster as I replied. “You’re right, Eva. It’s only us, up here alone, just another dimly lit window amongst a sea of thousands.”

We closed our eyes, leaning forward, our lips searching for each other. Her soft, red lips met my own in a union that drove ripples of passion throughout our bodies. We kissed tenderly at first, still restrained by the relationships waiting for us in the outside world; my wife at home, her boyfriend somewhere in the city below us.

Desire waged war on morality as we embraced, our hands slowly exploring each other’s bodies, hers curved, soft and supple in all the right places. 

What had initially felt forbidden, felt wrong, was losing the battle to what felt good, and what was beginning to feel right. 

Desire won out, striking the fatal blow against morality as our mouths opened, our tongues gently exploring each other. She tasted sweet, tender and safe, like a harbour during a storm. All thoughts of the outside world faded away to nothing, reality existing only within the confines of our passionate embrace. 

She grasped at my shirt buttons, undoing a few before helping me slide it over my head. I returned the favour, taking my time, kissing from her chest, slowly downward, each button undone followed by a tender kiss to her newly exposed skin. Reaching her skirt, I unzipped it and helped her wriggle it down her legs, before helping her out of her shirt. 

I stood, breathless at the sight of the dark goddess lying on my couch, wearing only her matching blue lace underwear and stockings.

Her fiery chocolate eyes gazed up at me, filled with desire as she reached out and helped me drop my trousers to the floor. 

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