I've messaged Alan to meet me at his office at 11 pm. He responded simply with an "ok". I am tired of his games but at the same time the adrenaline that is running in my veins every time that he is around makes me addicted to his touch.
But I am not the type that lets a guy to mess her so time for me to play this game in my terms.
I enter the building and notice that I am alone in the dimed light. Even in the evening is normal to see people working late at their project. A building full of lawyers empty at 11 pm is fishy.
Alan...
I roll my eyes. Did he actually sent everybody home early just for this?
I am about to find out, as I step outside the elevator that used for months to take to ma job. Alan is dressed in a messed and probably incredibly expensive shirt with its sleeves lift
