My man was away for the weekend. As I peered out the window of my third-floor apartment on a lonely Friday night, I stuck my tongue out into the brisk winter air to catch some falling snowflakes. I giggled with delight as I heard the waves crashing on the beach below. Once again my thoughts wandered to “him.”

“He” is the man of my dreams. He is also the accountant at the firm where I work. Divorced from an old friend of mine, he hasn’t been tied down to a particular partner for years now. For more than a year, I’ve longed to have his luscious body. From his little comments and jokes over the years, I know he desires mine.

My pulse quickened as I recalled walking past his office the previous week while he was meeting with a group of visiting accountants. Though I concluded that... Read More