Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,10

I now understand why anyone would be down here,” he offered.

“Clearly…to get off.” I smirked then laughed once more.

“I’m Lillian,” I offered finding my invisible mask, pulling away from irrational desire.

“Sebastian” he whispered.

My phone buzzed. It was enough to give me a little light, but only on the floor. I pulled from him but still couldn’t see his face. The loss of his heat, his touch had my body needing his more than before.

“I need to get that as my purpose down here was simply to fetch something.”

“Please don’t let me keep you.” I needed to center myself as I was without question taken with a complete stranger, sight unseen.

Bending down, I picked up my phone; a missed call from Brady.

Noticing the original reason to my visit down here, I picked it up the long tube. Turning around to where my mystery man stood, I used the light from the phone to illuminate my stranger, and he was gone?

Where did he go?

Within a few seconds, the backup light now decided to come on. They only provided a little bit of light; however, it was enough to lead the way out.

The moaning seemed to increase causing me to shake my head.

I need not witness whatever was going on. It was obvious, two people were having sex, and I didn’t want to intrude. Walking from the storage room, I made my way back to the elevator doors.

Stepping into the bright elevator, my mind was clearly caught up with Sebastian.

Shit…I needed to get laid. Between over hearing it and the way his body felt…yes, I needed sex.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by with me fantasizing about a complete stranger, oh and of course my roommates brother. I was seriously having a miserable day.

Focusing on work, I had few more emails to answer to, and then I could wrap up here and head for a long awaited and seriously needed happy hour.

Looking to my laptop, there were two Im’s, one from Sam, and the other from the conference room. Oh, shit. That means my earlier comments went to someone else.

Shit, I had no clue to whom.

Pulling open the window, a standing message showed from the conference room:

HRCFRM-how was the basement?

Do I reply or not?

Hmm …

I knew I shouldn’t, but curiosity had me peaked.

-interesting

HRCFRM: -how so?

-Lights went out, and I fell off the ladder.

HRCFRM:-bloody hells are you ok?

I knew immediately this wasn’t Sam.

-lucky for me, I had a very strong man to break my fall. Can I add that he was wow?

HRCFRM:-and who might this man be? This “wow”

-I think he said his name was Sebastian, who knows it was dark. I’m sure had someone walked in, the sight of me straddling him with my dress around my waist, wouldn’t have looked all too innocent.

HRCFRM:-is that all that happened?

-What are you implying?

HRCFRM:-well you were straddling him? And obviously he’s “wow” which leads to my question.

-Nothing happened beyond my breast landing in his face. It was dark and though I might need to get laid I don’t have sex with just anyone. Especially in the basement!

HRCFRM:-basements can be fun and having sex in the work place, it adds to the excitement.

-are you suggesting I should have slept with him? I mean he’s obviously built, he smells great. Perhaps, I should go back down and find my mystery man.

HRCFRM:-NO

-confused…. I thought that’s what you were implying?

HRCFRM:-I was talking in generalities; I don’t think this Sebastian is your type.

-Have you met him?

HRCFRM:-yes, he’s not for you.

-Really? I think he just might be. He definitely peaked my arousal.

I found myself sitting back and laughing to my last statement. Ok this could be fun, whoever this was, clearly, didn’t like this Sebastian character. However, who in the hell was this person on the other side of this conversation with me?

-ok fun has been had, who the hell are you?

HRCFRM:-who did you think I was?

-Honestly, I truly don’t care who you are, as I’m done with providing you entertainment.

HRCFRM:-Since you don’t know then I believe I might like it that way.

-you are clearly a man, that’s obvious, I’m guessing your part of the new ownership. And three, unless you want to be honest. This chat is done. I’m a busy woman and have no time to waste playing games useless games.

HRCFRM: - I would say I’m impressed, but You’re a smart woman, and I expected you to figure this out quickly; however, I did find this entire conversation amusing. Games are fun Lillian. Mutually beneficial.

-Glad to bring you