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Jason grabbed her hand once again and led her down the side of the wall. Soon enough, they had traveled all the way to the right side of the room and were standing in front of a door. There was a set of blinds covering what looked like a mirror that ran the length of the entire door. Macy assumed she was looking at an office, which is why it completely floored her when Jason unhooked a set of keys from one of his back belt loops and let go of her hand for as long as it took to open the door.

Macy’s eyes went wide as she asked, “How did you get this key?” she asked as he grabbed he hand again and led her into the room.

He shrugged. “It was just lying around somewhere.” He replied in a nonchalant voice.

She blinked incessantly as he shut the door behind her and stood in front of it, patiently waiting for her to take in everything about the room. She gasped at the centerpiece of the aged oak desk on the far wall: a bonafide typewriter. She couldn’t believe she was actually staring at one. “Oh my God. This can’t be real!” she screeched as she rushed over to sit at the desk.

He nodded following her with calculated footsteps. “It is. I know how obsessed you are with stuff like this, so I thought it might make your day better to see it.”

Macy’s heart swelled. No one had ever been this thoughtful of her in a long time. In fact, since her last relationship, which ended far too long ago for her to still be justified in thinking about it in this way. “This is amazing.” She breathed as she punched one of the keys. A deep thump echoed through the room, reverberating through the wood of the desk as a puff of air filled the space in front of her.

He sat in the chair across from her a mischievous grin on his face. “Now, this is my secret hiding place, so don’t tell anyone about it.”

Macy raised an eyebrow, resting her elbows on the table in front of her and leaning into him. “Your secret hiding place?” she asked as her eyes caught sight of the small modern art piece above the door.

He nodded slowly. “I’m serious Macy. Some of us need just need to hide every once in a while.” He replied.

She could feel her skin crawling as goose bumps sprouted on top of it. Her stomach flipped, dipping low into her gut as she looked into her eyes and saw a real person staring back. A lump formed itself in her throat because she was nowhere ready to accept that reality. It was so much easier for her to be attracted to him when he was nothing more than a person in the cubicle next to her who may or may not have been physically attracted to her.

She nodded. “I wouldn’t dare.” But before she could even get that entire phrase out of her mouth, he gripped her by the back of her neck and kissed her. She froze, her eyes flashing wide open in surprise. In the next moment, she had melted into his embrace, their lips dancing together as they moving in perfect time, like two puzzle pieces a master designer had been looking to bring together for the longest of time.

There she was, finally kissing Jason, who had been the subject of many wet dreams in the past. When he ran his hands through her thick curls, her first thought was that she hadn’t washed her hair in almost two days now and he must be thinking she was a disgusting troll, but he thrust his tongue in her mouth and the warmth she felt between her thick legs made it impossible for her to continue to form coherent thoughts about what he must be thinking about her. In fact, every word belonging to the English language, or any real language for that matter had been swept from her mind.

Her dreams had given her an idea of what this might feel like, but they hadn’t prepared her for the true racing of her heart, or the way her eyes watered because she just wanted to be that much closer to him. From the way she saw it, at that moment, she had two options: to either stop it right then, come up with an excuse as to why it was an entirely terrible idea for them to be involved as co-workers or whatever other bullshit excuse she could whip out of thin air, or she could have sex with him right then and there and eradicate any chance they ever had of becoming a relationship.

She chose the latter.

In the next moment, she had shifted the typewriter aside and climbed onto the desk. A wild worry of breaking the desk crossed her mind, but she ignored it, distracted by the sensation of his lips on the side of her neck. Her eyes went wide at this as she felt her nipples grow hard, pressing against her bra. She squeezed his strong arm as he slipped his hand in between her legs, his fingers grinding against her vulva through her panties. She gasped as he flicked her there.

He licked her cheek, then moved his lips lower and lower, until he was sucking on her neck. She ran her hands through his hair, gently moving his face much lower. The last thing she wanted was to leave her desk with Jason and a clear neck and to come back with a hickie the size of an orange. She moaned as she felt his hands fiddling with the zipper on the back of her dress. It easily came apart, leaving her chest free for his penetration. He slowly lifted the dress away from her front side, the release almost orgasmic in and of itself.

She struggled with the buttons on his shirt as he kissed her again, his thumbs rubbing her nipples getting them even harder and harder. She ripped his shirt off and bit his shoulder as slipped down to the ground.

He grunted at this, his deep chuckle filling the room as he ripped her bra off and threw it over his shoulder. His eyelids hung heavy over his smokey eyes as he got his fill of her breasts. “These are incredible.” He whispered as he began to suck on her nipples.

Macy could feel her wetness seeping into her panties and leaking into the desk underneath her as he continued to suck on her. She ripped his zipper open and dug her hands into his pants, a sigh slipping from between her lips as she wrapped her fingers around his manhood. It throbbed in her hands, driving her desire to impossible levels, but also making her feel closer to him than she had ever felt to anyone. She ignored the second feeling and pealed his pants off of him.

He reached under her skirt and slipped her panties off of her, allowing it to fall to the ground beneath the two of them. “Turn around.” He ordered.

She eagerly obeyed him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt his lips on her butt. “Yes.” She breathed as he massaged her there, drawing circles with his tongue. She felt a draft of air as he paused.

Just when she was going to turn around to check what was going on, she felt his penis on her as, hard and throbbing. He rubbed it against her, shoving her harder and harder against the desk until she was practically begging for it. Finally, he penetrated her, sending a shock of pleasure throughout her entire body. Macy grabbed the front edge of the desk as her grunts and moans intertwined with the sounds of about a billion printing presses working at the same time. Her legs trembled in ecstasy as he reached for her hair, pulling it back and stretching her neck taught. It was a beautiful release, being able to just have almost-meaningless sex in the midst of everything that was happening.

As she thought of this, she felt her gut drop. She curled her toes, her eyes opening wide as she felt him thrust harder and harder into her. She could hear the slapping of their bodies hitting against each other; their moans and grunts combining in a glorious sexual symphony.

“I’m coming!” he roared.

Macy gasped as her entire body fell into itself and she lost feeling in every part of her except for that small space in between her legs. She bit her lips so hard, she was almost certain she felt blood seeping into her mouth as he withdrew his penis and began to rigorously stroke himself. Soon enough, she felt the warmth of his seed on her back, timed almost perfectly with a deep, guttural sigh; one so sexual, it made Macy want fuck him all over again right then and there.

She climbed off of the desk and turned to look at him, catching him just as he was pulling his boxers and jeans back up. He stopped his hands freezing over his button, as if he had sensed her gaze.

Macy gulped as Jason stared at her, his eyebrow raised. “Yes?” he asked, the excitement in his voice almost palpable.

Startled, she shook her head and looked away, occupying her mind with finding all of her garments, but she had only just spotted her panties when he reached over to her, lifting her chin so that she was facing him. “I know you’re a afraid to say it, but that was great… and I’d like to do it again some time.” He planted a soft kiss on her lips.

Against her own best judgment, Macy melted into his embrace once more.

Luckily, it ended before she could find herself admitting to sentiments she was barely sure existed in the first place.

“Do you want to get a sub with me?” he asked as he glanced at his watch. “I think it’s just about lunchtime.”

Macy’s eyes went wide. She was nowhere near ready to start dating another human being again. Besides, as she got a good look at Jason, she couldn’t help but to think of how boring he was. He sat in the cubicle next to her for Christ’s sake. There was no way she was going to be able to give up her fantasies of a crazy writer husband for… Jason. So she sucked in a deep breath and shifted her gaze away from him, instead occupying herself with making sure she didn’t look like she had just had sex.

She smoothed her hair over and smiled at him. “That could be cool, but I have that meeting I told you about,” she replied, absolutely certain that she was doing a terrible job of lying to him.

He nodded slowly. “Right. Of course.” He replied, although he knew she hadn’t ever told him about a lunch thing of any kind.

Macy could tell by the way that Jason smoothed over his shirt and ushered her out of the room; by the slight tremble in his hands and dark look in his eyes, that he knew she was going through great pains to reject him without rejecting him.

Since there had never actually been a lunch thing in the first place, Macy had to think fast when she got back to her cubicle. She smiled at Jason as he sat down in front of his desk, then quickly gathered all of her things, struggling to continue to look like she was preparing for a business lunch. After she hastily filled her brief case with a bunch of meaningless documents, she left her cubicle and shot Jason a curt nod on the way to the elevator.

She stabbed the button and waited not-so-patiently for her carriage to take her away.

On the bottom floor, she darted out of the elevator and power-walked out of the building. Her tired feet propelled her down the avenues, fueled by her own fear and deep desire to escape from herself and from whatever it was that had just happened between her and Jason. She didn’t stop until she got stuck on the corner of 76
th
and 5
th
a traffic light keeping her feet glued to the sidewalk and central park blocking the chance of moving any farther west.

By the time the light changed, she had convinced herself that it might have actually been a good idea to take a short walk in the park after all. The place was huge, which made her chances of running into Jason, slim to none. So she continued across the street and through the heavy, large gates that marked the entrance into one of the world’s most recognizable parks.

Once inside, she instantly felt a thousand times better. She slowed her pacing to an unassuming stroll as she swung her brief case in her right hand and gazed around her, taking in the calming sights. It didn’t take her too long to realize that she actually did recognize this part of the park. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she took in the rolling hills, covered in the grass newly sprouted out of the ground in the coming spring and the small flowers budding from the trees. As she approached one of the many bridges that crossed a body of water, she could hear the sounds of fishes and ducks splashing around in the water. There was the faint chorus of voices and giggles, but they were nowhere near invasive, and only traveled from far distances, hitching a ride on the wind.

Once over the bridge, she could hear the sounds of screaming and applause. The farther she got along the path, the louder it sounded. As she turned the last bend, she was bombarded by the sharp sound of Bohemian music surging through the light spring afternoon. A dense crowd of people had formed around what Macy knew from many years living in the city, had to have been a street performer. They screamed in wonder, urging whoever it with their synchronized clapping.

Macy kept her distance, cocking her head to the side as she wondered what they could possibly be doing that was this entertaining. Central park performers would be immensely lucky if they could manage to draw a fraction of this crowd.

As she thought this, the crowd let out a collective gasp. The circle they had made with their bodies fanned out, creating a great divide in the group of people. Before Macy had any time to wonder what the heck was going on, fire surged through the newly formed opening. It traveled so far that Macy could feel the heat of it, even from that distance.

She jumped back, her heart skipping a beat in her fear, but soon enough, the fire cleared, revealing a man taller than any she had ever seen in her life. His skin was tanned and nearly sparkled in the afternoon light. His eyes were a brilliant green color, and were framed by coal eyeliner. He squinted at her and she was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to actually see someone as unassuming as her from such a far distance, but he slammed what looked like a staff, into the concrete pavement, sending a rumble through the ground, and lifting his left hand, bending his fingers ever so slightly to beckon her.

Everything inside of Macy told her it was a bad idea: there was no way he was actually talking to her; she was bad at meeting new people; the last thing she wanted was to become a prop in his stage act… but nevertheless, she could not resist.

He played to all the fantasies she hadn’t even realized she had.

As a tentative applause began and quickly gained ground, she made her way towards him, her eyes tearing up from the residual smoke. Once she got closer to the crowd, she saw a second man, equally enchanting, equally good-looking, circling around the people with the fedora symbolic of requesting money. She couldn’t believe anyone who looked this amazing could be so confined to performing on the streets.

“Hello.” He greeted her with a voice dipped in a gorgeous accent she couldn’t hope to place. “Do you come here often?” he asked, his perfect lips stretching into an ironic smile.

Macy laughed at the joke, aware that anyone still standing there must have been listening to every word of their conversation and wondering what made her so specially as to be called out by these people almost immediately on sight. “Yes. Do you?”

He laughed at this, the dark chuckle seeping through her body and making her feel even more drawn to him. By then, his partner who thick hair had been dip-dyed grey, had finished his rounds and came to join them.

He shot her an enchanting smile, before turning to the first man. “We’ve only made $150 today, Vince. The elders won’t be happy.” He explained in a voice shadowed by his worry.

The man, who Macy had just learned was Vince, nodded. “I’m not too worried about what the elders think. We won’t be here for long anyway.” He replied with a whimsical tone, before turning back to Macy.

“That was quite the show.” She replied in a trembling voice, for lack of anything more original to say. By then, the crowd had completely dispersed and she felt more exposed than ever.

Vince nodded, an amused grin brightening up his face. “How would you know?” he asked. “You didn’t even watch it.”

The other man, who was sitting on a short stool and seemed to be counting the money again, looked up at the two of them and laughed.

Vince blinked, then turned to the man. “Don’t laugh at her James. We wouldn’t want to scare her away.”

Macy’s eyes went wide. There was something about that exotic accent that made him impossible to resist. She found herself stepping closer to him. “Yeah well. You got me. I was just passing through and then you singled me out.” She replied.

James began to dismantle their staff and placed it in a large duffel bag. “Yes, well you were impossible to miss.”

Macy blushed, casting her gaze down at their feet, clad in sandals.

Vince placed his hand under her chin.

She took in a sharp breath as she felt the hair raise on the back of her neck. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her eyes watered. She knew there was something she had to say, or do, but she could no longer find the words. Just in that small touch, she was sure she could feel him in every bit of all of her… until she couldn’t feel anything at all.

“You have amazing skin.” He murmured.

James had come to stand next to him, as both sets of eyes scrutinized her.

“Oh please,” she laughed nervously as she lifted his hand away from her, but she found herself distracted yet again, her eyes fixed on his hands, tanned, roughed and crowned with the gold nail polish that covered his finer nails.

When she looked back up at them, there were in the middle of exchanging glances with each other. “… You’re too kind…” but her voice trailed off.

Vince nodded, a knowing expression on his face. “How would you like to come to a little party we are throwing this evening?” he asked.

Macy cocked her head to the side as James jumped in. “Vince, no.”

That automatic contradiction was enough to intrigue her. “What party?” she asked.

James set his jaw, glaring at Vince.

Vince just shrugged. “It’s just a small thing my friends are throwing together in the East Village. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking.”

Macy spoke as if possessed by some outside force. “What should I wear?” she asked.

He chuckled at this. “The theme is Amazon Princess.”

Macy’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t been that excited about an event since her best friend Joan convinced her to crash the Met gala last year. James, who seemed to have grudgingly joined the party, just scribbled an address down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. “It starts at nine… but
please
be late.” He replied.

Vince chuckled at what must have been a half joke then picked up his own duffel.

Macy looked down, examining the address in her hand, but when she looked back up again to ask one more question, they had disappeared.