Chapter 14

I straightened my skirt and asked, “Where is the bathroom, since you seem to know your way around?” Aaron pointed up the stairs and I headed in that direction as he headed out towards the remainder of the party goers.

I almost bumped into the most beautiful woman on the stairs; she had long straight brown hair and the most mesmerizing blue eyes. She was dressed impeccably in a dark blue dress and simple heals. Her ample breasts were spilling out of the top of her dress. She was absolutely stunning.
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Her long hair was flowing down her back, and she had the perfect shape to her face, “I’m so sorry,” I said as I clumsily moved to the other side of the stairs.

“Not a problem,” she said with a laugh, touching my arm lightly.

I am in awe of her natural beauty, she did not even appear to be wearing any makeup, and she was striking, it was difficult to determine her age, but I was guessing in her mid-thirties. She continued down the stairs, and I was tempted to ask her name, but decided to just let it pass.
I wondered about her and how her husband, or a lover, must be in awe of her beauty each time they made love. I felt a sensation of lust within my groin as I thought about her making love with a man and wondered if she found a woman attractive as well. I have not had the experience of making love with a woman; however, the idea had always fascinated me and made me curious how different the experience would be. I found the bathroom door and headed inside, after relieving myself, and cleaning myself up, I stood looking in the mirror, wishing that I was as beautiful as that woman. I have an attractive face that men find pretty, but I have never been told I am beautiful, before just moments earlier. Brad used to tell me every morning as I dressed for work that I looked pretty, but he never told me that I was beautiful. I remember Brad remarking about a beautiful woman once on the cover of a magazine and feeling a pang of jealousy as I realized I wanted him to think I was beautiful.

Glancing in the mirror one last time I straightened my shirt and fluffed my hair, at least with leaving my hair down you could not tell the difference in my curly locks that I had just had a romp in the closet for the last 30 or so minutes. I walked down the hall and back down the stairs. Walking outside I searched for Aaron, I spotted him over talking to that beautiful woman, and I felt a quick feeling of jealousy at him talking with her. As soon as Aaron saw me walking towards him, he ended the conversation and walked over to me, a thrill of excitement raised up within the pit of my stomach, as I realized he was walking away from this beautiful woman and coming over to me.

Aaron greeted me with a warm kiss and passionate embrace.

I hugged him tightly, “I think I am going to head home. I am very tired,” I said into his chest.

“Ok, I need to get to work anyway, I have to work the night shift tonight,” he said with what seemed to be a sadness, I was hoping I caught in his voice at leaving me.


I kissed him goodbye and went to say thank you and goodbye to Steve. Wishing him a final Happy Birthday, I headed out to my car. I drove home, remembering another adventure that I had with Aaron. This time was a little different, he seemed to want me in a completely new way, almost crave me. I went to bed that night wondering when I might see him again, he seemed to keep popping in and out of my life.

The following day, as I was getting to the parking garage, I had a flashback to the security guard being killed in front of me. I started to shake and could barely park my car before bursting into tears. After I composed myself after a couple of minutes of sobbing. I glanced in my rearview mirror to check my makeup which was now smeared. I reached into the glove compartment and grabbed a tissue. Looking in the rearview mirror I started to dab at my eye makeup that had run down my face.

As I looked in the rearview mirror I saw a figure standing back behind my car near one of the columns in the parking garage. I looked a little closer squinting my eyes and the person looked to be in all black trying to blend into the shadows cast by the column. I looked again in the mirror and no one was there. Get a grip, Vivienne, I thought to myself before I shut off my car and jumped out. Looking towards where I thought I had seen this person, there was no one there. I shook my head, thinking it had been Aaron. The build looked just like him. But he should be at work, I thought to myself as I walked into the building and went over to my department.

Jen was sitting at my desk looking at the card on an arrangement of flowers.
"Hi," I said smiling at her trying to shake this nagging feeling that I just had in the parking garage.
"Hi, these came for you. I didn't know you had a secret admirer.” Jen said with a smirk.
“I don’t, not that I know of,” I said, laughing as I took the flowers in my office and shut the door.

I opened the small card that was on a stick in the middle of the beautiful bouquet of white and pink roses. All it said was “I will be seeing you real real soon.” No name, now that is weird, I thought to myself. I didn’t recognize the handwriting. Who could this be from?