Amber's imagination flew to an outdoors basketball court, where she heard the skids of sneakers on pavement, the rubber slam of the ball. Best of all, she saw Eric running, feinting, jumping, his sweat-soaked torso glistening in the sun. Oh, he'd be unbearably arrogant too, a peacock splaying out his plumage, but it wouldn't make her want him any less. If she ever did go to watch, she'd research in advance possible private corners for them so that she wouldn't spontaneously combust from neglected sexual frustration. But all she let show of her reaction was a suggestive eyebrow raise. "If I don't choke on the testosterone, I'll let you know the verdict."
Mind already turned to erotic possibilities, Amber's gaze flicked down to Eric's lips as he leaned into her-- only to fall right into his trap. "Coward!” she exclaimed at him as he ducked out. If he'd had the balls to stick around a second longer, she'd have shown him a thing or two about the wrestling techniques she'd acquired from a childhood of three brothers. "Don't think I won't pay you back!"
She really would, ten times over. Later, when they didn't have work to get to. "And now you're going to make me go hungry," she said, picking up her clothes into a bundle she dumped into the bathroom. But her complaint was only a continuation of the teasing; she ate store-bought breakfasts (and lunches, and dinners) at work all the time. It was her reality. While she preferred to face the day and its challenges with a full stomach, she couldn’t always take the time to prepare a meal.
Amber finally joined him at the entrance, where she found her discarded coat and purse. "Ready." With them about to step out, each in their job attire, it struck Amber that they were leaving this cocoon of relative safety. She held a hand to his elbow, touching him perhaps for the last time in a few hours. "We never did decide on what to do at work." They had to reach a consensus before getting there. "I say that we should act professional, but if anyone asks, we'll tell them we're seeing each other and leave it at that."
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Mind already turned to erotic possibilities, Amber's gaze flicked down to Eric's lips as he leaned into her-- only to fall right into his trap. "Coward!” she exclaimed at him as he ducked out. If he'd had the balls to stick around a second longer, she'd have shown him a thing or two about the wrestling techniques she'd acquired from a childhood of three brothers. "Don't think I won't pay you back!"
She really would, ten times over. Later, when they didn't have work to get to. "And now you're going to make me go hungry," she said, picking up her clothes into a bundle she dumped into the bathroom. But her complaint was only a continuation of the teasing; she ate store-bought breakfasts (and lunches, and dinners) at work all the time. It was her reality. While she preferred to face the day and its challenges with a full stomach, she couldn’t always take the time to prepare a meal.
Amber finally joined him at the entrance, where she found her discarded coat and purse. "Ready." With them about to step out, each in their job attire, it struck Amber that they were leaving this cocoon of relative safety. She held a hand to his elbow, touching him perhaps for the last time in a few hours. "We never did decide on what to do at work." They had to reach a consensus before getting there. "I say that we should act professional, but if anyone asks, we'll tell them we're seeing each other and leave it at that."