Forbidden Urge

No Other Way

When she snuggled on his chest, he woke up. The sun rays coming through the window were too strong – it was close to noon – but the fact that he was late for his training didn't shock him as much as the fact that he wasn't alone in his bed, that the woman who had occupied his fantasies over the past month was with him. His heart started pumping faster so loud that he was sure it woke her up.

When she saw him, she smiled, mysteriously. She wasn't surprised, confused or anything alike. She probably enjoyed seeing his half-astonished half-satisfied face expression. He couldn't say anything, let alone mention he had to get up and start the day. He didn't want to leave. This was a hell of a dream he didn't want to wake up from.

"Huh, damn it, my mouth is as dry as Sahara," she said.

He reached over with one hand to fetch a bottle of water he always had next to the bed, the other hand still firmly on her back, still speechless.

She straightened up to drink and he had to look away because her breasts looked gorgeous cupped with that perfect red laced bra he had seen last night. All the time she didn't show for a second that she was embarrassed of anything, or shy.

"I should be going. I'll be late for work," she said.

"You're going straight to work?" he finally said something that morning.

She got up and left the bed and her whole perfect body flashed in front of him. He barely stifled a groan and looked away with all his willpower, praying that he wouldn't have to get up before she went to the bathroom because the situation in his boxers was well-ready to embarrass him.

"Yes. I have everything with me. Even clothes," she replied reaching over for her dress and slithering into it.

"You wear that to work?" he asked shockingly before he could think better about it.

She laughed heartily: "It's a business dress. Says on the label."

I bet all males in your meetings have no clue what you're talking about when you show up dressed like that. They probably only drool and sign whatever you ask them to. "I have to go, too. If you don't mind, waiting, I can drop you to work." He used the time she spent tying her shoes to get out of bed and go towards the wardrobe to look for a new suit.

"How fast can you be ready?" she asked.

He laughed. First time since he woke up. And that surprised him. She made him laugh so easily although he was frightened to death by her. "I can definitely get ready faster than you."

"Alright. Wanna race? I'll go to the guest bathroom," she returned the laugh.

"Go ahead. You know where it is."

They both laughed as she left.

Alright, god, if you're playing with me, please, don't be so cruel. Wake me up. This is too good to be true, Philipp was sitting on the toilet, his hands shaking, thinking what to do and how to behave. What to say, for god's sake! Nothing happened! But it did! And she... She's so damn beautiful, and behaves so naturally here. She has just slept in my arms and acts like that's exactly what she wanted, like there is nothing strange about it. She was jealous yesterday. She got drunk because she was ashamed of it. But still she came here. She wanted to come here.

Alright, Philipp, you don't have time now. You're already late for the training. One thing is certain – there's no coming back now. What has just happened between you two means that if you refuse her, at any point, you will hurt her, and that can definitely destroy your friendship with Arnold and Ana.

And, why on earth, would you refuse her?

He left the bathroom fully dressed and ready. She was already standing at the door to his room, her handbag over her shoulder, with less makeup than yesterday, but hair that could still draw glances.