Joshua

I left the hotel room, smiling to myself as I went down the elevator.

The sex was very good. It was almost too good, frankly. I'd been with many women over the years, but I'd never had insight into their fantasies the way I had when I found Ella's story. She wanted me to be her Mr. Big, to fulfil her desire to be taken and pleasured without any awkward maneuvering or empty words. Just mutual want and need.

No words required.

I was pleased to be the one to fulfil those desires.

In fact, her fantasy was pretty much close to mine -- a beautiful sexually needy woman meets me at a hotel room for pure pleasure. No words spoken because none are needed.

Of course, in my fantasy, the fucking went on all night and into the next day, never leaving the room for anything but a swim in the ocean, but this was Ella's fantasy and it was one really great fuck with two great orgasms and then she got to stay in a beautiful luxury room overlooking Central Park.

As I left the hotel, walking down the street to the office, I pondered whether to reserve the hotel room for one more night so I could go back and spend the night with her. We could order room service together and spend twenty-four hours fucking each other's brains out, thus fulfilling my fantasy.

However, my fantasy took place in Bali or somewhere exotic, with a beach-front room that we could walk out to when we felt like some sun or a splash in the crystal clear ocean.

If anything more happened with Ella, I might consider booking a couple of first-class seats to Bali for just that -- fulfilling my fantasy of escaping the city and spending a weekend alone, just me and my lover, eating and drinking and fucking and surfing and swimming together with no worries, no business, no emails. Just the two of us, some books, maybe watch some movies on the big screen television.

That seemed like a fantasy I could fulfil with Ella.

For the past five years, I'd been so busy building up my business that I hadn't really looked up from my desk except to plan my marriage and life with Christie. When that fell through, I'd immersed myself in work to the detriment of every other part of my life.

Now, I felt I deserved an escape.

Ella was like me -- down on romance and marriage. She wanted just great sex and to work on her career. Maybe, while I was trying to get the paper up and running and she was getting experience in the publishing business before starting her MFA at Columbia, we could be each other's escapes.

When I got to my apartment back at the office building, I had a quick shower and ordered in some Pho from a local restaurant that delivered. While I waited for it to arrive, I sat down at my desk and turned on my laptop, filled with an unusual energy, wanting to do something. On a whim, I bought a couple of tickets to Bali, leaving on Thursday. It was for a long weekend, Thursday through Tuesday, but it would be enough. Once the payment went through, I printed off the tickets and boarding passes and ordered a dozen roses to be delivered to Ella's office. I'd leave the ticket on her desk with a note that I wrote and enclosed in the envelope.

I fulfilled one of your fantasies. Here's mine. Meet me at the Emirates Airlines lounge before the flight and we can have a drink before boarding. You can use the sex-drenched weekend fulfilling my fantasies as fodder for your fledgling career as a bestselling chick-lit author.

Yours, Josh

I hoped she'd accept and that I wouldn't be left waiting in the lounge alone until the first boarding call. If she didn't show, I'd cancel the tickets and reschedule until she agreed but I hoped she'd have been happy enough with our little hotel room tryst to try for another bout -- this time for a whole weekend.

And there would be talking.

Three glorious days at an all-inclusive luxury beach-front hotel in the honeymoon suite with its own private pool and a beach front room.

Call me crazy, but at that moment, I was infected by a desire to escape to Bali with Ella and spend the time luxuriating in bed with her, walking the beach with her, and swimming naked in our own private pool.

It cost a cool thirty grand but that was nothing considering I hadn't had a vacation for years. I'd had my nose to the proverbial grindstone for too long and the little fantasy stay with Ella at the Ritz-Carlton made me realize how little real relaxation I'd had -- or enjoyment for that matter -- in too long.

I ate my Pho and read over my plans, and then dressed in my jeans and a t-shirt, I slipped into the elevator and dropped the envelope into Ella's office. I walked through the empty offices and thought about my accidental but very happy meeting Ella that day outside the building.

Skinned elbows and knees had never turned out to be so fortuitous.

The next morning, after my usual bike ride around Central Park, I went back to my apartment in the building and had a shower, then got ready for the day. Excitement grew in my gut that Ella would soon arrive at her office and hopefully, the flowers would have already arrived. She'd find the tickets and offer on her desk beside the flowers.

Then, I hoped that she'd accept and in a week, I would be waiting at the lounge, hoping to see her walk through the doors.

I arrived back at my apartment and after showering and getting dressed, I took the elevator to my office, eager to get to work.

When I arrived, I picked up my messages from my assistant and sat down behind my desk.

The first was from Marcella. I called her up, my sense of well-being falling a bit at the prospect of a date with one of her matches.

"What's up, Marcella? How's the headhunting business?"

"I have a couple of matches I think you'll really like. I'll drop by later this morning with their files, if you'd like. We can arrange meetings this weekend if any of them catch your eye."

I kicked myself. I should have let Marcella know that I'd put the wife-hunting on hold for a few weeks. I had too much going on at the moment with the paper and now, if Ella and I went to Bali, I'd be away for the weekend and wouldn’t have any time for a meeting.

"This next two weeks aren't all that good, Marcella. Sorry, but can we re-schedule until say, two weeks from now?"

"Sure," she said, sounding hesitant. "What happened? You seemed to want to get going immediately. What changed?"

"Nothing, just really busy with getting the renovation complete and ramping up with the newspaper."

"Okay. I'll pencil you in two weeks from now and hopefully, the weekend will be a go."

"I'm sure it will be."

I ended the call and turned back to my computer screen. I had an image of the hotel we'd be staying on my desktop and was imagining the warmth of the sun, the clear blue water and the sound of the surf outside our hotel room.

It was totally crazy of me to be fantasizing about a getaway to Bali when I should have been focused on my business, but at that moment, it was all I could think of. I checked my watch. Ella was scheduled to arrive at her desk any moment and I hoped she'd be pleased with the tickets and flowers. I wanted to go down to her office and watch her reaction, hoping she'd be really excited about it, but I held back. I wanted my fantasy to go the way I hoped it would -- with me at the airport and her showing up, ready for a dirty weekend alone with me at an all-inclusive resort.

I spent the rest of the morning trying to keep my mind off Ella's response to my offer, and instead, focused on the issues that had come up during the past week at the Chronicle. I had several meetings and wasn't able to even take a breather to think about Ella, and so at the end of the day, I realized that it was already six o'clock and I hadn't had the chance to sneak down to her office.

Once everyone was gone from my office, I closed up and made my way down the elevator, deciding to check her desk and see if she'd done anything about the offer. I used my keycard to get inside and found Sharon still working away at her desk.

"You're here late," I said, and tried to think up an excuse for why I was in the office. "I thought I'd stop by and see if there was any mail for me."

"We sent it up earlier," she said and frowned. "I'm pretty sure the mail clerk was already here. Didn't you receive your mail?"

"I was in meetings all afternoon. I'll check again tomorrow. Don't worry about it. How's Ella working out?"

Sharon leaned back and exhaled. "I'm so glad she's here. I'm just overwhelmed with work and she's helping me get caught up, bit by bit. I have a huge deadline on Monday, and I asked her to work through the weekend to get things cleared up. You know we have that meeting on Monday afternoon to discuss the Spring release schedule."

"Oh, right. It slipped my mind."

"I have Ella working on a presentation that I'll give to the sales department on why we've chosen a slate of books to purchase."

"I'm glad you have Ella to help. You should give her a few days off to compensate."

"I'm glad I have her, too. Believe me, if she wasn't here, there's no way I'd get finished this by Monday. But you're right -- I should give her a few days off this week. I'll need her here for follow-up on Tuesday and Wednesday but she could have a long weekend."

"That sounds like a great idea and very fair, considering she isn't being paid."

"I know," Sharon said and raised her eyebrows. "I'm so lucky to have her."

"Okay, then," I said and glanced around. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave you to it. And thanks again, Sharon, for your hard work and dedication. I appreciate it."

"You know I love this work. There's nothing else I'd rather do."

I left her and popped my head into Ella's office on my way out. Her desk was piled with files and I saw the flowers on the desk beside her phone. The envelope with the tickets was gone, so she must have taken them home with her.

I'd have to change the date of the trip -- I didn't want to make Ella choose between her job and a hot weekend with me.

I took the elevator up to the apartment and sat down at my desk, signing into my account and changing the dates of the trip to Bali. I was lucky -- there were still seats and rooms available for the new dates and so I printed off the tickets and boarding passes once more.

I wrote a short note to her, explaining.

Ella, I understand Sharon needs you to work this weekend to get the presentation ready for the meeting on Monday. I've changed the dates for the trip to Bali to reflect this. I hope I'll see you next Thursday at the Emirates lounge. I hope you show up and help fulfill one of my fantasies.

Then, I waited until I was sure Sharon would be gone and slipped down to the office, leaving the new boarding pass and tickets on Ella's desk. I smiled to myself as I went back up to my apartment. I would have preferred to go to Bali that Thursday rather than waiting but it couldn't be helped.

I went to sleep that night and imagined my time with Ella at the resort in Bali. I hoped she'd show up next Thursday. If she didn't, I'd have to change the tickets again and find a way to convince her that coming with me was what she really wanted to do. In the meantime, I lay in my bed in the darkness, my hard cock in my hand, and remembered my hour of forbidden delights with Ella at the Ritz-Carlton.

The next morning, after my usual routine, I showed up to my office and was hit right away with meeting after meeting with editors and my business manager, trying to get everything in place for the relaunch of the paper. On my way down to the thirty-second floor where the offices of my new paper were located, Ella got on the elevator and the expression on her face when she saw me was priceless. Her eyes widened and I saw her choking back a smile as she stood in front of the control panel and selected her floor. There were three other people in the elevator at the time who were on their way down to the lobby, so there was no way I could talk to her. She stood with her back to me, and I admired her sleek red-brown hair and her shapely butt under a navy blue dress that hugged her body.

Damn... I wished she was mine so I could grab her hand and take her with me up to the apartment for a bit of afternoon delight. Maybe take her to my office and lay her back on my desk and fuck her in front of the Manhattan skyline seen through my office window.

But she wasn't and so I couldn't.

"How's the paper coming along?" a voice asked and I snapped out of my reverie of fucking Ella and turned to the man beside me. It was Clint Jones from the ad agency a floor below the offices of the Chronicle. We'd met several times at various business functions.

"Oh, Clint. Didn't see you there. Everything's going fine. Just getting things off the ground in the next few months, if all goes well."

The elevator stopped at Ella's floor and I was sad to see her get off. Then, I was hit with a flash of inspiration.

"Talk later," I said to Clint and followed Ella off the elevator. She walked down the hallway, not saying anything to me, but as she rounded the corner to the other hallway, I saw her smile, her dimples clearly visible.

I grabbed her arm and stopped her, glancing along the hallway to make sure no one was looking. Then I pressed her against the wall and shoved my erection against her, kissing her roughly.

She kissed me back with definite abandon.

When the kiss broke, I ran my fingers along her cheek.

"Ella," I said with a stifled moan. "What you do to me..."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Macintyre. Whatever could you mean?"

"What is it about elevators?" I said and ground my hips against hers.

"Mr. Macintyre, you're taking far too many liberties with one of your staff," she said in a breathy-yet-saucy voice with a hint of a sultry Southern accent.

"This particular staff member recently had my cock in her mouth, so if I were her, I wouldn't be acting all prim and proper."

She smiled and glanced up at me, both dimples showing, batting her eyelashes seductively.

"Such language at the workplace could get a boss in trouble, even if he is the owner."

"Such language is probably making a certain staff member hot," I said, and kissed her again.

Then, before anyone came down the hallway and caught us, I left her where she stood and quickly made it back to the elevator. I pressed the down button so I could get back on my way and not be late for my meeting. I had a silly smile on my face and my semi-erect cock was only now starting to deflate.

By the time I arrived at my destination, I was sure it would be at a near normal state of tumescence.

Whether I made it through the rest of the day without resorting to my private executive washroom was a whole other thing.