Daytime Encounter (A Short Story) by Alan Lynn Page B

style.”
    “Anyways, I’m on tour now, playing volleyball.  I have one day in town before I’m off to my next tournament.
    “Would you like to meet?”
    Chaste’s mind went running a million miles an hour.  Her conscious mind thought “Who is this random guy texting me for a daytime hookup?”  She threw her phone down on her desk in disgust.  However, after biting her thumbnail and looking at it for a while, she could not help but be intrigued.  The situation was perfect.  She was alone in a beautiful office.  Her boyfriend was away for the next two weeks.  And, she was horny.  So horny. 
    She picked up the phone again and noticed her hands were trembling.  Yes, she loved Chad.  Yes, she was happy.  Yes, her career was off to a good start and she had everything she wanted.  But still she yearned for something more.  She moved both thumbs and typed out the fastest text of her life.
    “1520 Century City Blvd. 15th Floor.  Come by now.  We have until noon.” 
    Logan could not believe what he was seeing on his phone.  He spit out a bit of his coffee and stumbled backwards onto his French bulldog who let out a healthy bark.  He then texted back; 
    “I’m on my way”
    Since there was no time to really get dressed, he quickly threw on a pair of crumpled shorts and a loose fitting white cotton shirt.  Getting into his yellow Mustang GT convertible, he blasted out of his driveway with a mist of white smoke trailing from his tires.  Taking a shortcut through back streets, he blew a few stop signs as he made his way onto the entrance of the highway.  He then weaved through cars with purposeful abandon and thought about what actually would happen when he met Chaste.  Would they simply chat a bit?  Have a cup of coffee?  Or perhaps…do something more?
    He glanced over at the clock on his dashboard and it read 10:15 am. 
    He remembered Chaste’s text that read “We have until noon.” 
    Logan began to perspire as he knew at the current pace of traffic; he’d never make it in time.  Turning his wheel to the left, he crossed 2 lanes and two sets of double yellow lines and landed in the carpool lane.  He looked in his rearview mirror and noticed a set of police lights far in the distance.
    Pacing in her office, Chaste thought nervously as her rational side began to pose questions.  Should she just text back and call the whole thing off?  Was he really going to show up?  What if the partners got back to the office before 12?
    With the clock ticking however, she decided that the best thing to do was to follow through and make this happen.  Knowing herself, she would stay with Chad for the rest of her life and never leave him.  As such, this was a rare, perhaps once in a lifetime opportunity that she had to both let go of her “Chad cheated card” and also satisfy her desire.
    She went into the offices of the partners, Guthrie, and opened the mini fridge in the corner.  Being from Kentucky, he always kept two bottles of bourbon on hand for his afternoon pick me up.  Grabbing a bottle of Jack, she unscrewed the cap and took a swig without pouring it into a cup.  It burned her throat as it went down.  The second swig was actually a bit easier and she was able to drink the equivalent of three shots.
    She wiped her mouth and then went into Guthrie’s private bathroom.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she undid her hair and then pulled it back.  She then dabbed the sweat from her face and neck.  Overall, she looked as prepared and professional as she did when she arrived in the office.  But that wasn’t exactly the look she was going for.  
                  Chaste ran her hands down the collar of her shirt and then unbuttoned the top button to reveal a bit of her bra and cleavage.  She adjusted her breasts and then sat down on the toilet and removed her nylon stockings.  Walking swiftly back into her office, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk and took out a pair of