His Secret Desire - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance Serial Novel) by Alana Davis

Chapter One
    The sound of a ringing phone cut through the
office. A polite voice answered the phone as another piercing ring went off a
few cubicles away. I sat at my desk, typing on a company computer, joining the
rhythm of the dozens of other keyboards that attract hands like magnets. A
fluorescent light flickered above me, dying slowly. I called engineering to fix the nuisance. Over
the phone a gritty voice told me it was going to be a few hours. Everything around me was gray. Neutral colors
only broken up by colorful frames on the wall that surrounded memories that are
supposed to give life to an otherwise dreary corporate wasteland. I looked
around my desk and studied the photographs I’ve hung on my little wall, taking
a break from the spreadsheet that had occupied more of my morning than I care
to admit. The photo of my college graduation stared back
at me from a past that I can still clearly remember. Genuine smiles across both
of my parents’ faces, a rare sight indeed. For once they weren’t throwing harsh
words at each other. It was a day without fighting. A day devoid of arguments
leading to bitter silences. We were all happy. I reached out to touch the photo, as if I
could somehow go back to that day. A little laugh escaped me as I remembered my
first days at college as a nerdy girl who kept to herself. Scared to speak up
in class, even when I was sure I knew the answer. Four years later, posing with
my parents for that picture, I was a different person. I had joined the orientation committee early
on in college as a way to meet people, and before long I had become a leader of
the group. We proposed a Casino Night event that I was to organize. I spent
days making phone calls, getting the proper paperwork filled out and signed,
and coordinating all the members of the committee. When the night of the event
came, I watched all of the students flooding the event hall and felt like I had
accomplished something real. The computer screen before me glared bright
with the unfinished spreadsheet. The sounds of office conversations in quiet,
polite tones filled my ears. My days at college are gone. A memory encased in a
picture frame. The girl who blossomed into a woman capable of taking charge is
now sitting in an office chair typing out mindless reports. That woman is me
now. I looked at the memories on my cubicle wall.
My parents smiling faces looking back at me, now just memories encased in cheap
plastic frames. I could feel the tears climbing up behind my eyes, daring to
fall down my cheeks and ruin my composure. I breathed in slowly, fighting them
back to the depths of the sadness where they came from. I checked my phone for what seemed like the
hundredth time since I’ve sat down. The phone’s clock told me it was only a few
minutes past eleven in the morning. I scanned the office, looking for Emily
Jones. Emily would be a nice change of pace from the banality of the office. I
rose from my desk and spotted Emily in the corner, smiling and running her hand
softly through her hair while listening to some young college intern tell some
story just out of my earshot. Emily’s hand kept returning to the intern’s
shoulder, a flirtatious laugh coupled with her every touch. I walked up to them, interrupting the young
man’s story. “Hey, do you want to grab a girls’ lunch with me?” I asked,
looking at Emily pleadingly. “Ok, Samantha, I’d love to,” Emily said, her
eyes narrowing seductively at the young intern. I noticed him blush before he
walked away. “So, a new love interest I see?” I asked. “Oh Dave? The intern? Hardly,” she said,
laughing. “It was just a nice, innocent conversation.” “You? Innocent?” “You know, you could go for some more innocent
conversations with some of the guys around here. At least for some practice
talking to guys. It couldn’t hurt!” Emily said. We boarded the crowded elevator and Emily
pressed the button for the cafeteria. She turned to me and whispered in