for it, so she couldn’t complain. The extra day would take her well past Samhain, which was tomorrow. She hoped the dreams and the restless feelings would have abated by the time she got back to work, and her emotions would be under control once again.
The cold shower had helped to revive her somewhat, but it hadn’t helped to dispel the low-level arousal that still thrummed through her veins. As always, her dream was interrupted before she reached completion, turning to a nightmare instead. She was a woman in dire need of an orgasm. Still, there was nothing she could do about it right now. No time to make good use of her vibrator. Esther decided that if she ignored it long enough the hot, tingly sensation engulfing her body would go away.
Without much time to get ready, Esther swiped her damp hair back from her face and fastened it at her nape with an ornate silver clip. Putting on a bra was torture. The silky fabric brushed against her nipples, causing them to pucker almost painfully taut. Putting on her panties was almost as bad. She’d opted away from pantyhose and tugged on thigh-high stockings instead.
Grabbing the first thing she found in her closet, she pulled on a three-quarter-length denim skirt and a white blouse. The blouse had a stand-up collar and was fitted to the curve of her body. It looked casual, yet sophisticated at the same time.
At the last second, she dragged on a light coating of lipstick but ignored the rest of her makeup routine. There just wasn’t time. She didn’t even bother to eat, knowing there would be something in the break room at work she could nibble on when she got there.
By the time she sat at her console and began to work, she felt as if she were back in control of herself—physically and emotionally. The place was hopping when she went in, so it took her an hour before she could break away and head to the lunchroom to brew a cup of tea and grab a snack. Her stomach was rumbling, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since the night before.
Filling the kettle, she plugged it in and flicked the switch so it would start to boil. She ignored the coffee pot, which was still half-full, and dug through the supply of teabags she kept on hand. Chamomile might be good for her nerves, but she opted for peppermint instead, hoping its refreshing taste would perk her up. She still had over three hours before the next shift was due in.
Usually she packed her lunch at home, but there had been no time for that, plus her cupboards were almost bare. One of the things she’d planned to do today was grocery shop.
She pulled open the small refrigerator and sighed when she realized her yogurt was missing. Sometimes she stashed extra food in the refrigerator or cupboard, but it always ended up with someone else eating it. She knew that whoever took it would replace it eventually, but that didn’t help her right now.
Her stomach grumbled again as she shut the door of the refrigerator and eyed two containers sitting on the counter. Someone was always bringing in treats that were shared with everyone. Esther didn’t particularly want cookies for her first meal of the day. It might be late afternoon, but it was breakfast for her. Her stomach growled again, reminding her that beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The water in the kettle was at a rolling boil, so she popped a teabag in her mug and poured the water over it, giving it time to steep while she checked out the goodies on the counter. She’d barely popped the lid on the first container when she sensed someone behind her. No, not someone. The one person she didn’t want to run into today. Ryan.
“Hey, Esther.” He strolled up alongside her, grabbed a disposable cup and helped himself to some of the coffee.
“Don’t you have coffee over at the station?” She pressed the cover back down on the container, her appetite gone.
“Sure do.” He took a sip and smiled. “But this stuff is always so much better. I figured that since I had to
The cold shower had helped to revive her somewhat, but it hadn’t helped to dispel the low-level arousal that still thrummed through her veins. As always, her dream was interrupted before she reached completion, turning to a nightmare instead. She was a woman in dire need of an orgasm. Still, there was nothing she could do about it right now. No time to make good use of her vibrator. Esther decided that if she ignored it long enough the hot, tingly sensation engulfing her body would go away.
Without much time to get ready, Esther swiped her damp hair back from her face and fastened it at her nape with an ornate silver clip. Putting on a bra was torture. The silky fabric brushed against her nipples, causing them to pucker almost painfully taut. Putting on her panties was almost as bad. She’d opted away from pantyhose and tugged on thigh-high stockings instead.
Grabbing the first thing she found in her closet, she pulled on a three-quarter-length denim skirt and a white blouse. The blouse had a stand-up collar and was fitted to the curve of her body. It looked casual, yet sophisticated at the same time.
At the last second, she dragged on a light coating of lipstick but ignored the rest of her makeup routine. There just wasn’t time. She didn’t even bother to eat, knowing there would be something in the break room at work she could nibble on when she got there.
By the time she sat at her console and began to work, she felt as if she were back in control of herself—physically and emotionally. The place was hopping when she went in, so it took her an hour before she could break away and head to the lunchroom to brew a cup of tea and grab a snack. Her stomach was rumbling, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since the night before.
Filling the kettle, she plugged it in and flicked the switch so it would start to boil. She ignored the coffee pot, which was still half-full, and dug through the supply of teabags she kept on hand. Chamomile might be good for her nerves, but she opted for peppermint instead, hoping its refreshing taste would perk her up. She still had over three hours before the next shift was due in.
Usually she packed her lunch at home, but there had been no time for that, plus her cupboards were almost bare. One of the things she’d planned to do today was grocery shop.
She pulled open the small refrigerator and sighed when she realized her yogurt was missing. Sometimes she stashed extra food in the refrigerator or cupboard, but it always ended up with someone else eating it. She knew that whoever took it would replace it eventually, but that didn’t help her right now.
Her stomach grumbled again as she shut the door of the refrigerator and eyed two containers sitting on the counter. Someone was always bringing in treats that were shared with everyone. Esther didn’t particularly want cookies for her first meal of the day. It might be late afternoon, but it was breakfast for her. Her stomach growled again, reminding her that beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The water in the kettle was at a rolling boil, so she popped a teabag in her mug and poured the water over it, giving it time to steep while she checked out the goodies on the counter. She’d barely popped the lid on the first container when she sensed someone behind her. No, not someone. The one person she didn’t want to run into today. Ryan.
“Hey, Esther.” He strolled up alongside her, grabbed a disposable cup and helped himself to some of the coffee.
“Don’t you have coffee over at the station?” She pressed the cover back down on the container, her appetite gone.
“Sure do.” He took a sip and smiled. “But this stuff is always so much better. I figured that since I had to
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