In nights like these,
everyone is having fun except for me. It’s Presidents Day and most institutions
have the day off from work and school, including my own university. However,
there is always work to be done around the lab. Fuck these labs. It's 9 o'clock and I’d rather be
grinding a piece of hot ass, not a piece of cold steel. At least I wouldn’t
need goggles for protection. Not unless she’s a squirter.
I finish analyzing yet
another alloy; it’s made of reinforced steel and a hint of cadmium. This should
do wonders for the car industry. The whole prospect of it creating a
revolutionary alloy excites me so badly you would think Rosie Jones was lying
butt-naked on my office desk, her smooth curves purifying the polished wooden
table. I better go record this data on the computer before I get too carried away.
That’s when Delilah walks
into my life.
Actually, she has been a
part of my life for a while, albeit an obscure part. We both work long hours
doing research and serving as teaching assistants in the department. Needless
to say, she’s very pretty and is desired by many of my colleagues, male and
female. She balances fun and work quite well courtesy of a sharp mind and a
lovely personality. It makes her that much hotter.
“I thought you were off for
the night,” I say as I try to keep calm and cool. Heart palpitations are such
an inconvenience. She stands by the door while I sit behind the computer.
“There were a lot of parties
tonight and I had a couple of drinks,” she says. “But I sobered up enough to
remember that I had unfinished business.”
Her strawberry blonde hair
shines under the fluorescent lights, and her pale blue eyes pierce through my
soul. However, her husky voice, which is reminiscent of leading ladies of ‘40s
film noir movies, is what does it for me. Hello Mr. Stiffy.
“What have you been working
on?” I ask her, trying to maintain composure.
“I forgot to analyze my
sample for iron content. I don’t need for it to break when the investors take
it home with them.”
Delilah moves away from the
door in my direction.
“Would you mind taking a
look at some of my research?” she asks softly.
“By all means,” I oblige by
moving a little to the side. “But only if you looks at mine.”
“Let me see.” She lets out
the words with a raspy breath as she bends over to read my Word file. Covering
her was a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top. Her cleavage is voluptuous
and inviting.
“Oh my god!” she moans as
the realization grabs her attention. Her face glows with brilliance and wonder.
Turning to look at me, she
cannot hide her excitement.
“Denver, this is amazing.
This alloy can be used for cars, ships, planes and buildings without failing.
It’s extraordinary.”
“I hope it’s used for good.
I couldn’t bare the guilt if it’s used to hurt someone.”
Delilah extends a slender
arm, stationing her hand on my shoulder.
“You have such a good heart
and a bright mind,” she informs me. “Now that I have a good look at you, I can
see that you’re kind of cute, too.”
Her face turns red, and that
causes mine to blush, as well.
“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have
said that. Now I feel embarrassed,” she exclaims as she looks away and covers
her mouth with a hand, half-smiling throughout the exchange.
“You have nothing to be
ashamed of, Delilah. Your heart is much kinder than mine; believe me. And your intellect dwarfs that of any of our professors. Plus, you don't look too bad yourself.”
I place my own hand over
hers and a spark goes through the space between them. The feeling draws an astonished
look on my face, and it does the same to hers. We look into each other’s eyes
for a good five seconds before I notice our faces inching closer to each other.
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