Ashley Harris pulled into a spot next to the warehouse and turned off the car. She looked up at the looming building.
The warehouse was several stories high with wall of metal spotted with rust. The randomly placed windows were fogged over and a few were pushed out.
Ashley tried not to fidget, but found it hard to keep her excitement contained. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and looked down at her outfit. She wore a black dress that hung and thin straps. The skirt hung to a few inches above the white knee-high stockings. She smoothed out the material and gave her thighs a squeeze.
Ashley opened the door and stepped out of the car. The air carried a hint of the cool night to come. In the east as the last bit of light flared against the darkening west horizon. The thumping of bass from inside the warehouse made the windows rattle as she walked across the dirt to the door.
Ashley had joined Artists Unlimited as an intern her senior year of college a year prior with the help of her roommate Katy. It was a great opportunity to get in on the ground floor, and the fact that Katy worked there too just made it too good to pass up. Since then she graduated college and took a full time position working as an assistant for one of the agents, Maria Sanders.
Katy and Ashley grew up together and for all intents and purposes were sisters despite not being actually related. Katy worked as James Thompson's assistant.
Mr. Thompson was one of the senior partners of the firm, and was throwing a party for one of the firms clients that had just finished a successful tour. Ashley found him extremely attractive. He was handsome in that rugged way that maybe it easy to imagined him surviving a couple of weeks fending for him self in the woods. His commanding presence could silence a room when he entered, and that smile. She loved his smile. Especially when he smiled at her. It always caused her stomach to flip.
Then of course there were the moments they were alone. The sexual tension between them was palpable. Of course it didn't help that they both seemed to enjoy flirting every chance they got. But the invite to this party caught her off guard. Did he ask her as an employee? Or as someone he wanted to hang out with outside the office. In the end it really didn't matter. She was hoping to get him alone in a dark corner and see if the flirting between them would led somewhere.
At the door a lone man stood watching. He noticed Ashley and nodded. As she reached the landing he reached over and pulled open the door.
Music spilled out and Ashley stepped inside.
It took a moment for Ashley's eyes to adjust, but once they did she was amazed. The warehouse had been decorated like a dance club. On the far wall a DJ sat in a booth above the crowd. He held headphones to one ear and swayed to the music as he worked the tunes. On one side a bar has been setup. The bar back looked like it was set in columns of ice that glowed green, blue, and red from alternating lights at the base. Near the bar was an area of couches and small tables. Most were already taken with small groups of people watching the action in the center. The center was packed with bodies grinding against each other.
Ashley took in the crowd of people and spotted her friend Katy. Katy gave a wave and pointed to a couch. Ashley nodded and started in that direction.
"Ash, I didn't know you would be here?" Katy asked. The music was loud but not so much so that it drowned the tone of her voice.
"Yeah, Mrs. Sanders told me she couldn't make it but that I should come." She didn't allow the lie to hang on the air. "This is pretty impressive. It actually looks like a club."
"Yeah. Mr. Thompson has a way with parties."
The girls sat for a moment watching the crowd of dancers move against each other. Bodies grinding against each other. Hands sliding over each other. There was just something with watching people dance. It was so intimate. And it made Ashley feel like she shouldn't be watching the interaction, but that only made it more intoxicating.
Ashley caught Mr. Thompson squeezing through the crowd, and felt her anxiety kick in. His black hair was in disarray but on him it looked sexy. His eyes glowed in time with the strobes roaming the room. He was dressed in a tight fitting shirt that showed off the work he had put into his body. His tie swaying as he leaned to slip around people. Ashley caught herself wondering what he would look like without the shirt. The way he moved with purpose ignited her lust. There was just something about him that made her want to do bad things.
"Mr. Thompson," Katy said almost spitting her sip back into the glass as Mr. Thompson stepped into her view.
James laughed. "Relax Katy it's ok. This is a party, not work."
"It's an awesome party," she said. Her game face was back on.
"Thanks. Your DJ suggestion seems to have been the key. Good job."
"Thank you sir."
Ashley caught the hint of red in Katy's cheeks at the compliment.
"Ashley, glad to see you got to come out," he said.
For a moment all she could do was smile up at that gorgeous face, those defined cheekbones, and that mouth. She wondered what it would be like if he kissed her. Just pulled her body to his and kissed her. The feel of those hands on her, the smell of him close. She was supposed to be doing something. Shit. She was supposed to be talking "Please, call me Ash. Mr. Thompson," she finally got out. The smile she gave felt wicked.
Mr. Thompson smiled, "Very well. Ash." Her turned to Katy. "I got to make a few more rounds before I can relax. Can you check make sure the bar has everything they need?"
"Absolutely," Katy said.
"Then enjoy yourself." He turned to Ashley. "You too."
"I will." Ashley watched him walk off. She didn't realize how fast her heart was beating until it was starting to slow down.
"Holy shit, Ash," Katy said giving her friend a bump. "Can you be more obvious?"
"What?"
"Don't give me that," Katy said. "I know you. I saw that look you gave my boss."
"Hey, I'm not sure if you noticed but your boss is pretty hot. Besides there is nothing wrong with window shopping."
"Unhuh." Her friend's words were full of skepticism. "Just be careful. He is not someone that you want to get on the wrong side of. Best to keep things professional."
"Don't worry." But she didn't want to keep things professional.
"Ok, I got to go check on the bar." Katy handed Ashley her drink. "I'll catch up with you in a bit."
"I'll be here."
Ashley sat back to people watch enjoying the feel of the music. She lifted Katy's drink to her face and sniffed. After drawing a blank based on smell she took a sop. She closed her eyes and the music filled her taking control. Her thoughts drift back to of Mr. Thompson. Him leading her to the dance floor. Their bodies moving with the music. Grinding her body against his. His hands on her hips as they dance. The image so vivid she can even smell his cologne. What a wonderful scent, she thought. Then she realizes someone has joined her on the couch.
She opened her eyes. Mr. Thompson was sitting next to her watching her. She stopped moving and his smile broadened.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said.
She stared at him for a moment again losing her thoughts before speaking. "Katy left a few minutes ago. She said she would be back in a few."
"You like the music?"
"Yes. You did a god job pulling off a club vibe."
"Thanks," James said looking around. "It's owned by a photographer I know. He uses it for his own work and rents it out."
The music changed, and Ashley downed the last of Katy's drink.
