Courtney twists her fingers around the curls of the telephone cord as she mumbling to Jason as she covers the mouthpiece with one hand. Something about the fire brigade. She tells him to find the chief engineer and to assist the fire marshall with a surprise inspection. Jason looks annoyed, stands, and walks out of the door. I get up to make my exit, but Courtney hangs up the phone and stops me, “Oh Alfie, one last thing.”

Holding the door ajar I turn around, “Yes?”

Caught between her ice cold eye, she closes the door behind me and leans in, “Stop being such a smart ass.” She kisses me, her long blonde hair brushes against my face. I push her those locks behind her ears and grab a cheek with one hand only to realize her skirt is shorter than I thought and that she isn’t wearing any underwear. Grabbing my coat she leads me towards her desk, and turns to sit me on her chair. Her legs soon meet my hips as she pulls her lips from mine. She tells me, “I’ve missed you.”

My hands hold her soft hips as I apologize, “I’ve been busy with work.”

“I can tell,” she says reaching for my belt.

I meet her hands, “We can’t do this here.”

She unbuttons my pants, “We used to before.”

I feel her red fingers nails digging on my waist band just as I stand up, I remind her, “Before it became your office.”

My pants fall to the floor, her legs still wrapped around me she unbuttons her blouse, “Don’t you miss me?” 

I stop her halfway, ”Not here. Not now.”

Her blue eyes asks, “Later tonight?”

I look at the door and then back to her, “Maybe.”

She turns around and pulls her long blonde hair in front of her, “Can you help?” My fingers reach to buckle her brassiere as my eyes read just inches below: E, quando você quer alguma coisa, todo o universo conspira para ajudá-lo a alcançá-la.