Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

DayBreak

Warning - This Story has mature content. Based on BDSM Theme. All play in this chapter is safe, sane and consensual.

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The sound of the phone ringing jolted me awake at, according to the clock on the DVR box, 6:44am. Daya had left for work just over an hour ago, so I grabbed the cordless from its base, hoping the car hadn't broken down.

"Hello?" I answered, with my most 'of course I'm awake' voice. I have set a goal for myself to haul my tush out of bed when he leaves at 5am and use the time to my benefit. My goal has yet to be achieved.

"Will you be coming home for lunch? Do you have any meetings?" He asks.

"Ah, I don't usually come home for lunch. Did you want me to?"

"Yes."

"OK, I'll check my calendar and let you know."

I placed the phone back on its charger and drag myself out of bed. Time to start a new day.

I stopped to get gas on my way to work. As I maneuverer the truck to line up with the pump, a horrid scraping noise emits from the front left tire. Fantastic, the breaks are grinding. All of the men around me who are getting gas give me a knowing look. I hate it when I appear to be a clueless female. This car had made no indication there was a problem. I try to call Daya to tell him the news, but he isn't answering. He must be busy already. I let out a sigh, pay for my gas and head to work.

The moment I arrive there are over a hundred e-mails in my mailbox. I cannot believe how many of these people appear to literally work through the entire night. I e-mail Daya to remind him of several things we need to deal with around the house and add a note about the brakes.

My morning has gone well, aside from the typical corporate bureaucracy I deal with every day. After a few meetings, I've tackled about half of my e-mails and had three hallway conversations. As I am chatting with my cube-door neighbour, I hear his familiar Ringtone, "Take Me Beyond Love". I pull my phone from my pocket and tell my co-worker I need to take the call. I walk away as I swipe the answer image on the touch pad of my device.

"Hi!" I start. The smile crawls across my face as duck into a private office. It's best to keep my conversation private, instead of sharing my personal business in the cube farm where I spend my days. I hear the latch snap as I close the door and peek out of the little window in the door.

"When will you be home for lunch?"

"I have meetings until 11.30"

"I will need to leave by then, but only for about an hour. Can you take a later lunch?"

"No, I'm booked solid."

"So, you are only free from 11.30 to noon."

"No, 11.30 to 1pm."

"OK, I'll make that work."

Geez, what is he so hyped about?

At about quarter to 11, I realize that I can head home. My 10am conference call took less time than expected. I grab my keys, wallet, phone and badge, making my way to the stairs and out into the humid September midday. It really isn't very hot out today, but the humidity seeps into every pore, forcing you to drink in the heavy moisture with each breath. Everything is damp, including my jeans, hair and top. Yuck. I stop before crossing the executive building driveway, noticing a limo pulling down the lane. I barely register the driver through the tinted windows. He motions for me to go ahead. I wave and make my way to the parking garage.