Office Devil’s Kiss: My Wild Breakroom Tryst with Kevin
I stare into the bottom of my coffee mug. Swirls of grounds and melted sugar. Kevin’s been ranting for twenty […]
I stare into the bottom of my coffee mug. Swirls of grounds and melted sugar. Kevin’s been ranting for twenty […]
Company cafeteria buzzes. Printer spits paper nearby. Coffee stench mixes with my sharp perfume. I scan the room, spot Jean-Pierre.
Paris heatwave. Sun blasts through half-closed blinds in my private office. I’m sprawled naked on the couch, cooling off. Fans
The breakroom door clicked shut. Locked. Printer hummed faintly down the hall. Coffee aroma mixed with her perfume—thick, musky. Fyrag
Sophie’s guest bedroom. Huge king bed stares back. Heart pounds. Remy beside me, eyes wide. Wardrobe bursts with sin. Tiny
Printer whirs in the corner, spitting casting contracts. Mouse clicks sharp on my glass desk. Coffee brews hot, mixing with
Printer hums in the corner. Door clicks locked. Coffee aroma mixes with my boss’s heavy perfume. I’m Eric, 20, fresh
Printer hums in the corner. Endless reports on the failed shipment. Coffee stench mixes with Yolande’s sharp perfume. Stings my
Late evening in the open space. Printer hums distantly. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Dossiers piled high. Gabriel’s eyes
Sweat beads on my porcelain skin. August heatwave grips the old bourgeois office building in Auvergne. I climb the stone