This is a slightly revised version with minor corrections. Thanks for your comments and feedback, keep them coming! Many thanks to NaughtyCaress for her help in editing!
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"Whatcha reading Anna?"
She almost dropped the novel from her hands. David from risk-management was standing over her desk. She knew he spent his lunch breaks with some other junior managers and a bunch of girls who adored them. Why was he here?
"Oh hello, David, was there a problem with the report we made last week? We were really rushing to make the deadline. I was just reading something while a report was processing."
"Nope, no problem with the report and you can do what you want on your lunch break. But you haven't answered the question."
"The question?" she frowned.
"Yes, what's that book you're reading?"
"Oh, it's just a new novel I bought," she said, assuming he was just making small talk.
"What's it about? Is it something I should read?" He asked.
She eyed him suspiciously. He didn't seem like the reading type, and yet his voice sounded genuinely interested. She felt flattered by his interest, but feared it was just the lead-in to some joke.
"It's about a girl whose sister is found dead. The police say it's suicide but she doesn't believe it. She starts investigating her sister's life and finds she was a different person than she thought. She also meets a good looking guy who knew her sister and helps her, but I'm guessing he has something to do with the murder."
"Girls that are different than they seem at first glance, I like that," he said with flirty eyes.
She tried not to blush as he looked at her. He seemed to hesitate for a moment and she realized that David was actually nervous too.
"Say, I'm looking for tips for reading, can you maybe come over tonight and give me some good hints, maybe some books I can read?" David looked at her sheepishly.
She was flustered for a moment. Why on earth would he need her to come over for tips on books? It almost seemed like he was making a pass at her, but she knew she was not his type. David was always dating some blonde, long legged secretary or receptionist, preferably straight out of school, and it never lasted long before he switched to the next. The rate of new twenty two year old girls starting every month was high, but barely enough to keep up with David's pace. It was a source of many jokes and stories between colleagues. On the other hand it wasn't like she had anything other to do then crawl on her couch with a fleece blanket and watch reruns of Desperate Housewives. Yes, she liked to read a lot, but she could also appreciate some trashy entertainment after a long working day.
"Sure, I can bring you some nice books," she said as casually as she could muster. She looked away, because she knew she would blush again if he looked her straight in the eyes.
"Great, I'll text you the address, swing by around nine!"
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When she got home she was a whirlwind. She put a meal in the microwave and jumped in the shower to wash the sweat off from a long day. Ugh, the ride on the subway had been the daily nightmare of being packed between sweaty people who had had endured the same long work day as her. She could swear some of them had never heard of a deodorant.
Dressed in just a towel she munched her meal while contemplating what she would wear. She was still in doubt as to what David's intentions were, so she wanted to wear something that didn't scream "It's a date!" but still gave a subtle message that she was available. Was she? David was definitely not her type personality wise, but it was hard to deny he was very good looking. Tall, broad shouldered, with a boyish face that made him seem younger than his twenty nine years. Although she found him too loud and childish he seemed like someone with whom you could have a fun time, someone who would make you laugh. But not someone you could have a deep conversation with.
She made her way to her bedroom and opened the underwear drawer. After a moment's hesitation she took out the pair of sexy undies she had bought as a treat when she got the news that the internship in London was hers. She had bought them for dates but since she had moved to the city not one boy had asked her out. She had worked almost continuously, and hadn't really met anyone outside of her colleagues. She had noticed her co-worker Denis had eyed her, and while she didn't especially fancy him, she had thought about dating him. It seemed better than spending every evening alone. Some nights she just wanted so badly to fall asleep in someone else's arms and not wake up in an empty bed.
All this time she had saved this set, after all she wanted it to look all neat and perfect as if she had just bought it when a boy would first lay eyes on them. If David's intentions with her were purely platonic there was no chance he would see her underwear and she wouldn't be embarrassed by seeming too eager. She had no plans whatsoever to let him get her out of her clothes, but well, a girl has to be prepared, and if it came to that she wouldn't be wearing some boring mismatched pair!
She admired herself in the mirror while she adjusted the underwear. Her boobs weren't very big, but she liked how the brassiere pushed them upwards making them seem rounder and perkier than they really were. The panties were cut high, emphasizing her slender legs. She turned around and saw how the back was hardly more than a thong, leaving her buttocks almost completely uncovered. She bit her lip as she thought about a boy watching her like that. A shiver ran down her spine, but she reminded herself there was no time to lose. She put on a skirt that was long enough to seem decent but still allowed her legs to attract lots of attention. Above it she wore a creamy white top that fit nicely without showing the lines of her brassiere. She fixed her make-up, enough to make her look better, but not so much to make it obvious she had put it on. Brushing her curly hair she eyed her book shelf. She tried to pick some books that were genuine pleasers and would seem like a good starting point if he really wanted to read.
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Right on time, she left the Uber car at an impressive looking modern tower near Canary Wharf. She knew David was from a good family so it came as no surprise he would live somewhere nice. A shiny elevator took her up to the seventh floor. When he opened the door she gave him a peck on the cheek before entering. The apartment was very classy, full of modern furniture that matched perfect. The living room seemed enormous to her in a city where people paid fortunes for a few square feet.
"Wow, David, your apartment is really impressive."
"You like it? I'm happy, I put a lot of work in it to find the right kind of combination for the interior. I didn't want any Ikea, so everything is designer."
