Sauna

A few hours later

When my eyes opened, I realized I wasn't in my bedroom. Strange enough, I was dreaming about Bexley's. Why was I dreaming about Bexley's? It wasn't the most fun place to be. Rubbing my eyes, I lifted my head, and it almost felt like I got hit by a truck in the back.

Hell no! I had spent the night on my desk. When I lifted my arm, I couldn't feel it. Okay, so my arm was still sleeping. Why did I have to get up when my whole body had gone numb! Stupid, stupid arm. That is what happens when you don't mind your own business. I might have passed out reading that diary. I reached out for the leather binder, but it wasn't on my desk. 

What the fuck! Did I dream about it too?

I need to feel alive before I figure out what the hell happened.I walked straight for the elevator.

The metal vessel shot up to the 120th Floor. That's where the sauna is. When I said working at Bexley's was every editor's dream, I was talking about these little privileges that amount to nothing compared to the monstrous work that we were to do! But everyone can use a sauna now and then. Especially, after a shitty all-nighter. As I walked, I realized my legs were Jell-O, and I had to give myself a caffeine high soon or I might go bonkers. 

The sauna was accessible to every Bexley employee, and because it was a freaking six in the morning, there wasn't a single soul in the sauna, or so I thought.

I stripped, butt naked, too happy to let go of the hideous pencil skirt. I looked like a Monster High chic and couldn't decide if this was the scariest I could look with a low bun. So I let go of the bobby pin, and disastrous curls landed on my shoulders. Note to self: Get a hair spa treatment. I sighed and thought of all the times I had denied going to the spa to save money for another set of paperbacks. It was a close call, but now that I saw the aftermath, I could only blame myself.

I wrapped myself in one of the towel from the arrays. I think they went overboard with towels. Why would they need gazillion towels for a sum of hundred people who rarely showed up at the sauna! The only time I came here was when I felt all the life getting sucked out of me. In the past few days, that feeling came more often than not.

I turned the glass door open, and no sooner than I went on to sit on the lower bench than I realized I was not alone.

"Eek!" I screamed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my eyes covered with my palms.

Does he not have shame to flash a young lady like myself with his manly charms? God, should I take a peek. Only once? He didn't seem that bad.

"Well, I am enjoying the sauna!" his tone was playful, and I couldn't help but keep peeking from the edge of my palm.

"Would you mind getting a towel then?" I said irritably.

With due honesty, I didn't mind the scene, but to save myself from being called a pervert, I should act like I am bothered. Shouldn't I?

"It's nothing you haven't seen before, Mellon!" he chuckled, and his voice felt close.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell out."

That wasn't sexy or hot anymore. I was panting in the steam, pretending my eyes were closed and teased by the most vicious man on the planet!

Screw me, Lord! But not with him! I mumbled a silent prayer.

Silence falls in, and by the time my eyes were open again, he was standing way too close, with a towel around his waist. As the rumor goes, every female employee had thought of him as a hot bastard. Well, the news-it's all true. Bad news- I was staring at his ripped body.

"Why are you here again?"I seethed, or at least pretended to.

I didn't mind him here. On the contrary, I was disappointed that I couldn't peek at his whole, toned body. Shameless. Pervert. Creep. I am all those, but you don't get such a marvelous sight for yourself every day, so judge me when you have your own set of vices sorted.

"Mellon, I think you have got the wrong sauna..." He said with a chuckle.

The guts this man has!

"What do you mean?" I ask questioningly.

"This is for males, and you need to go to the one on the right!" he chuckled.

I was barely awake that I entered the first door available. Gosh, this is so embarrassing!

"Nothing's funny," I said defensively.

"Really?" He mocked and inched closer; our bodies were a few centimeters away, the towel marked the boundary between us.

Maybe it was a cue for me to run, but I didn't.

A moment or two later, I realized why I hated this man- Will Turner is the epitome of trouble!

Unbeknownst to the cause, my towel came undone, falling to a side. I had never imagined standing in front of a man naked. Will's eyes grew wide as I stood exposed in front of him.Will's eyes moved north to south while his towel bulged under his waist and I stood there frozen.

He sighed. His hands touch either side of my body, holding my arms as we stand pressed against the glass. The temperature rose with each passing second as I could feel my breath turning heavy and my cheeks flush. I couldn't make out what was happening. My head was doing crazy somersaults. How did I get here? What was happening?

Before I could figure out whether to scream, stay still, or do both, I found my fingers moving across his hair, tugging at his honey-toned locks while his lips closed onto mine. My chest synchronized in a rhythm, falling down and then rising as his skin brushed against mine. My senses were racy, and I could feel the heat flow through me.

His lips were soft, brushing against mine, and then his strokes became gentle, gradually into slow pecks. I would be a liar if I said I didn't like it, but what the hell?

I broke our spree, my lungs needy for air.

"Okay, I quit," I said.

I grabbed the towel and dashed out to the changing room. I need to get out of here before it got any awkward between us. I stepped out, dressed in office clothes, and found Will, still half naked.

"Don't hit and run!" he shouted.

What was Tyranny talking of?

"What?" I was clueless.

"Don't pretend it was a mistake.." He said solemnly.

What's his deal?

"I didn't say anything was a mistake!"I said, my cheeks flushed with anger, and part embarrassment.

"It's written all over you..." He said adamantly.

"Don't pretend as if you know me better. Things happen. We kissed, and that's normal. I need to leave." I said abruptly. I need to leave. But I knew I didn't want to leave.

He said nothing, looking hurt. That was getting way too awkward.

I didn't know what I was thinking, but I went too close and caressed his face with my palm. His grey eyes looked vulnerable and hollow, and then they were dark and distant. God, what have I done!

"What happened was natural... I didn't mean to."

I walked out, my heart beating crazy, my head throbbing like hell, and my womanhood ignited with desires. 

I kissed my boss, buck naked! What a morning!