Jul 19, 2005 15:54
It would not be the first time I'd awakened in my office at the first light of day. However, I must say, it was the first time I awakened unclothed on the couch, with only my suit jacket covering a strategic area and a fresh vamp bite on my neck. Looking around, I saw that my clothing was strewn everywhere and that everything had been shoved off of my desk onto the floor.
After forcing my legs to work, which took some time, I dressed and left the office, returning home to shower and shave. I am high enough on that fabled corporate ladder that I cannot afford to be seen appearing less than well-put together. I then returned to the office, my shirt collar chafing at the bite on my neck every time I moved my head.
Not that I need that reminder particularly. I find myself quite unable to concentrate on anything but her. I stare at my desk blotter for ages, the events of that night playing behind my eyes like a film-noir. Repeating over and over again. Her eyes, glittering at me in the light from the open blinds. Her seductive, languorous movements, the way her fingers wrapped around me as her fangs sank in. I had never imagined the things she did to me, never even dreamed that--. Well. At any rate, I seem to be more or less useless.
I must collect myself; I have a meeting this afternoon with my protege, Mr. Gunn. He does not especially like me, and it would amuse him to find me less than my sharp and corporate self. I must not allow that to happen.