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She’s only ever exchanged emails with the architect, but seeing him in person for the first time today, she almost feels like she already know him. The uber-professional architect is like a puzzle she can’t quite solve, and when she sees how handsome he is in person, she makes it her mission to figure him out. Sex with a Stranger ✅ Dirty Talk for Women ✅ romantic Audio ✅ Sexy American Accent
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
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How late am I?
Mm, seven minutes.
Okay, not as bad as I expected.
But, still.
Hopefully, traffic made you a little late, too…
Ah, shit.
Nope, you’re already here.
And I’ve kept you waiting.
Great start to this meeting…
“Hey. Sorry, I’m late,
Traffic, as always.
You’re Jace, right?”
“No worries.
Yeah, hi.”
“Hey, so nice to meet you finally.
It’s funny, I feel like I already know you since we’ve emailed back and forth so many times.”
“Hm, yeah.
Well, it’s nice to put a face to a name.
Or, an email address, anyway.”
Wow, you are not at all what I was expecting.
I can’t think of the last time an architect showed up at a site wearing an actual suit.
Then again, all of the emails I’ve been CC’d on with you have been pure professionalism.
No emojis, no exclamation points.
Just ‘Best regards, Jace.’
I don’t work directly with architects that often, but I have to say you’ve made this project from hell go way smoother than other gut renovations I’ve done.
There have definitely been some moments of tension between the client and the city and you’ve handled them all incredibly well.
So I guess the suit is not all that surprising.
Looks great, though.
“Can I walk you through the most recent updates to the project?”
“Oh, straight to business.
Yeah, please.
Where are we at?”
“Watch your step here.
They just finished getting the frames for the walls up today.
There’s been a couple of last-minute changes, particularly here with the arched doorways the client requested.”
“Oh.
Hmm, okay.
So, no more arched doorways?”
“I’m afraid not.
Unfortunately, it was taking too long for the city to approve the initial design.
They indicated that the permit would be approved much faster if we opted for something a little more traditional.”
“Ah, okay.
Yeah, let me… write this down…”
“The ceiling height here, you see—that’ll need to come down by at least five inches.”
“Ceiling height… down… five inches…
Okay.
Anything else?”
“The window placement is going to change from two to three along this interior wall.”
“Damn.
We actually already approved and ordered all of the material for those.
Um, well, I’ll have to check with the client and make sure they’re okay with that.
And get the curtains resized.”
“I’m sorry for any extra work that causes you.”
“Oh, no, don’t be sorry.
It’s the name of the game.
I’m used to it.”
“I was thinking about you the other day.”
“Oh.
Were you?”
“Yeah.
I was at the mall and I saw someone wearing a coat in that color… the one you suggested for the patio design.”
“Saffron?”
“Yeah, saffron.
I wasn’t a huge fan of it at first when you showed us that rendering with the upholstery and everything.”
“Oh, c’mon.
It’s a great color.”
“I’ve seen the light.
Once I saw it at the mall, I couldn’t stop seeing it.
It’s everywhere I look.”
“And… you think of me every time you see it now?”
“Yeah, I do.”
You have this kind of reserved quality about you, a quiet intensity.
Like you think very hard about what you’re going to say before saying it.
I wonder what you do after work.
If you have a girlfriend or kids or a dog.
It’s strange, knowing absolutely nothing about you after all of this time working together.
“Anyway, um, I can show you the updated plans if that’s helpful.”
“Um, sure, yeah.
That’d be great.
Do you need me to—?”
“No, no, I’ve got it.”
I stand beside you as you unroll the blueprints, leaning over with my hands on the surface of the table.
Your arm brushes against me as you lay them down.
Your hand is touching mine just slightly… and you’re not pulling it away.
“So, here… is the updated plan of the living room.
This is the original arched door design, and here—on this overlay—is the new one.”
“Uh-huh.”
There’s something… I don’t know, intriguing?… about this whole strong-and-silent-type thing you’ve got going on.
You’re like a puzzle I can’t quite solve.
I don’t know why, but I find that kind of sexy.
Okay, need to focus.
I look up and… you’re not looking at the plans in front of us.
You’re looking at me.
“You’ve, um… you’ve got a ladybug.
There, on your shoulder.”
“What?
Oh—oh, there is!”
“Hold on.
I’ll get it.”
You lean in close to my face, closer than you already were.
Your fingers are pinched delicately together as you reach out and gently guide the bug onto your hand.
You let it climb down your finger to the table.
“Thanks.
It’s… good luck or something, right?”
“Yeah, I believe it is.”
How is it that I feel so comfortable with you?
We’ve only exchanged emails… today was the first time I actually saw you.
The first time I heard your voice.
Your body is new to me, but somehow, you aren’t.
“Is there anyone else here?”
“I don’t think so.
The crew finished about an hour ago.
Why?”
“No reason.”
I lean up on the balls of my feet to get closer to you.
Damn, you’re tall.
And you smell good.
It’s not just your cologne, it’s… something else.
Your pheromones or something.
Just the scent of you.
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