Illicit Affair- Chapter 1-Collide - Sex Stories

Illicit Affair- Chapter 1-Collide

... had begun to form between the two. His violent outburst symbolized Gabriel’s underlying feelings toward sexy, intelligent, ravishing Rachel Rose. “I’m sorry.” Rachel broke the silence. “I’m just going through something right now. I promise I won’t let it interfere with my work.” She anxiously wiped her tears away. Suck it up, Rache! She scolded in her mind. Gabriel felt so torn. Something told him that Casey had not kept his promise when he’d said that “it would never happen.” A woman as beautiful as Rachel did not deserve to be cheated on. She deserved to be… Worshiped from head to toe, Gabriel thought. “I’m not concerned about work at the moment,” he expressed with a frown. “I’m concerned about you.” A part of her so desperately wanted to tell him what was going on. She needed somebody to talk to, but Gabriel was Casey’s best friend. I can’t tell him what’s going on, and it wouldn’t be professional to get him involved in my problems. He took a moment to contemplate a spontaneous thought. “Would you like to join me for a drink?” His question surprised her. “In my office,” Gabriel added, as if that made his proposition safer . ~oOo~ She’d always loved his expansive work space. His collection of abstract artwork was very impressive; they disguised the mundane vibe that all the other offices had in the building. Rachel sat on a comfortable black leather lounger, sipping on a glass of Scotch. The city lights twinkled in the distance as she stared out the window. Gabriel stood ...

... in front of his desk, leaning his weight back while drinking his liquor. His eyes were determinedly fixed on Rachel. A vinyl was spinning on his old record player, changing the atmosphere with some relaxing mood music. It occurred to him in that moment, that the reason why he didn’t like to be around Rachel (unless it was absolutely necessary) was because he was attracted to her… sexually. She was wearing a silk white blouse, tucked inside of a grey pencil skirt, with a thin silver belt fastened high at the waist. Her office attire was as always immaculately perfect and modestly sexy, similar to Rhonda’s wardrobe. The only difference between the women was that Rhonda was ten years older, blonde, and her skin was white as snow. It was hard not to notice Rachel’s cleavage. She was undeniably sexy; long toned legs, a generous bust size, and her olive complexion made every fair skinned woman jealous in the winter. As a biracial African American woman, she was movie star gorgeous. Her catlike eyes were an alluring, warm hazel color, and her lips were proportionally plump and kissable. He could not believe that she had been working under his nose for two years, and he had only recently noticed her. “Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” She met his eyes and held her glass in her lap. There was hesitation, but the pain was so palpable in her eyes. “Casey and I are having some problems.” She took another sip, hoping to get drunk enough to numb herself. Gabriel stayed silent, ...