Claire Ellis begins to experience strange wet dreams, with an unknown man who will show her that life is wider than what she knew.
Being an editorial assistant has never been so incredible.
The book fair is approaching, and her best and only option...
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The cold that absorbed my hand made me wake up. Derek wasn't there, I turned my head to check the time on the clock, it was past 7 in the morning. Too early for him not to be in bed. I tried to focus on some sound, but even when I pricked up my ears, I heard absolutely nothing.
Where was he?
I took my cell phone from the bedside table and dialed its number.
One chime, two, three. Nothing.
I sent him a message: Honey?? Where are you??
Received. It was online. I sighed. I didn't understand why he had left so early. I got out of bed as quickly as possible and searched the house for some kind of explanation. The cell phone rang, I ran to get it from the kitchen counter. It was him.
Today I had a meeting with the rector, honey.
At 8 at The Capital grille?
I smiled. If he was inviting me to dinner at one of the restaurants I liked best, that meant he had, perhaps, been promoted in college.
See you there, love.
He read it, but I didn't get a reply. I accelerated my pace, I was too late. I was relieved to receive his reply.
Halfway through the dream, the thought of last night's dream penetrated deep into my mind, the sensations were still on the surface.
I had never had such vivid dreams, inexplicably I could still feel the kisses, the caresses, the warmth spreading through my body.
I shook my head severely, I had to focus on the path.
"Claire!" Carl shouted. I rang when I heard the euphoria hidden in his voice. I looked at him questioningly, he had arrived 15 minutes late. I thought for a second that he was going to admonish me, however, I observed the emotion hidden in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I stood in front of his door. He beckoned me in. We walked in a hurry, well, he urged me to walk quickly.
"I have obtained a possible client." I smiled automatically. I moved my hands frantically, begging him to tell me everything in detail. I sat down in front of him, excited by the pleasant surprise he had told me. "Guess who?" I hated that kind of games, I had too much anxiety, besides, no name came to my head.
"Carl!" I complained. "Please!" I begged. Humor invaded his face, he was excited and the truth is that he was being quite contagious.
"Last night I was quite depressed after the meeting with the organizers for the new book fair in New York," I rolled my eyes. He would lengthen the story with every minute detail to make me suffer. "But then, guess what," he commented again. Mocking. But I pointed at him quickly, with my index finger. "Ok, ok!" he laughed. "I stayed at the bar afterwards, having a drink to see if my mind would light up, that's why I didn't answer your message, I didn't have anything positive to say to you, but then, life lit up."
