laSt cHance

-7-

Warning; this chapter contains adult content. Responsibilities will be thrown on the readers only. (Can be read after the first passage.)

"Hi." A perfect smile spread on his face, revealing perfect teeth. "I was thinking about you lately.." he reached closer to where I stood. "In a bad way.." he smiled mischievously "for instance.. last night." He was now stroking my arm, up and down, up and down, giving me goosebumps everywhere. "I dreamt of me.. of us." He corrected. "We've had such a fun night." His hand now under my shirt, stroking my lower stomach. "I touched you, right there." He kneeled, kissing the place his arm was covering one second ago. "And then I made my way up.." he slowly lifted my shirt, revealing my bra with trail of light kisses that only increased the the tingles I felt down between my legs.
He unhooked my bra, revealing my breasts to the cold air that hit them, making my nipples hard, being covered by his mouth in no time. He sucked on one, biting the nipple slightly, making a gasp escape my mouth. "And then I went down there." He kissed my calves, slowly kissing higher and higher until he reached my lower stomach again. "In my dream you were..-" he undressed my bottoms in a second, penetrating two fingers to my entrance.
I moaned to his sudden action, taking a hold on his hair. "Floating." He completed, keeping his fingers moving inside me. "Sean please." I gasped.

I woke up.

I poured coffee to a mug as I sat at the dinning table.
My phone rang as a checked my inbox for new emails.

"Hello?"

"Hi may I please have Hanna on the phone?"

"Speaking." I sipped my coffee.

"It's from the Bakers Art Gallery. You applied for a job am I correct?"

"Yes I did." My stomach tingled in expectation.

"Well we just lost an employee and we'd like it if you come for an interview. Say.. today? Eleven?"

I glanced at the clock "it's in an hour."

The man chuckled "yes, I know that. We have an event and also short in time, will you be able to make it by then?"

I looked around the apartment, as if I was trying to find something in particular. "Yes." I cleared my throat. "Yes. Mr..?"

"Just Jamie."

"Thank you, Jamie."

"See you here then, Hanna." He hung up.

Did I really get an interview?
I emptied the cup of coffee in the sink, running to my bedroom to change as fast as I could.

As we drove through the crowded roads of New York City I let the wind blow in my hair. My heart raced faster as the gallery was in sight.
I payed him and got out of it.

Searching for someone who seemed somehow responsible in the small art gallery I just walked into, there was no one in sight.
I walked slowly inside, my heart beating faster with every move I was making.

Dozens of painting with different styles and meanings hung on the white walls. From very warm colors at the entrance of the place it started to change into some more happy creations, thing that I, personally, felt attached to.