"Unless anyone has any AOB, I think that's us done for the day?"
Greg's words are a relief; it's been a tough meeting. Too many difficult discussions, leading to complicated conclusions. But at least the lunch was good; the remnants of dessert now being picked over as laptops and notebooks are closed, and bags begin to be packed.
For half a heartbeat, I wonder if I should even risk catching Finn's eye, but then I see he's clearly not so concerned. His raised eyebrows are the question; my smile is the answer. I've been looking forward to this point on the agenda since the meeting was arranged, weeks ago. Months of teleconferences, innuendoes during phone calls, small glances at meetings, the spark of electricity when our hands touched, the whispered suggestion when this workshop was proposed - everything has built to today.
An almost imperceptible nod is the agreed sign, and we rise to our feet in time with a couple of the others, half-heartedly saying our goodbyes, wishing luck with the next meeting of the day, safe journey home, making our excuses - we just have to catch somebody in the main office, we'll come back and get our stuff shortly.
Then we're in the corridor, leading away from the hubbub of ringtones and chatter, and we find our destination.
As the boardroom door clicks shut, we're plunged into darkness, the blinds already down. We've each had the chance to turn back; neither of us has taken it. There's only one possible outcome now. I feel Finn reach for the light switch.
"Leave it," I whisper, feeling my senses heighten.
Finn takes my hands in his, raising them above my head, pressing me against the wall as he claims my mouth with his. He tastes of chocolate and strawberries, his tongue and mine entwined. His body holds me in place, and I can feel his arousal. We are going to do this, right here and now, and my brain is already racing ahead, seeing the act. This may be our first time together, but we've got to know each other well enough this last few months; there's no need for preamble.
It's my first time in a boardroom. For a moment, I wonder if it's the same for Finn, but I force such thoughts away: now is not the time for jealousy. His hands are moving down my arms, nails tracing the skin, as his kisses burn my throat. We daren't abandon our clothing. This is going to be rushed, dangerous, exciting. But there'll never be a safe, comfortable bed for us. We could have done this in the hotel last night, but where would have been the fun in that?
As though to prove the point, footsteps sound in the corridor outside. We freeze, still locked together, but thankfully, they keep moving. Spurred on, actions become more urgent, the day's hours of flirting, of unspoken decisions, are coming to a head. Concentrated, potent, heady, this is the moment.
