<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong>aka<strong>Mél</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Non Magic<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st:<strong>3:50pm</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br/>Mel had just finished snapping her dress as she heard the computer, still needing to put on her nylons and shoes she walked over to her desk and sat down, of course the message was from Theo. "<acronym title="The things you do to me.">Les choses que vous faites pour moi</acronym>" She spoke softly to herself as she read through his message. She wrapped her hands around herself, lightly running them up her arms. His words giving her chills, perfect, pleasant chills.<br/><br/>As she continued reading she fell back into her chair, closing her eyes for a few moments she allowed her mind to wander. Once again the thought of being in his warm embrace ran through her mind. The absolute bliss of being wrapped in his arms, feeling his warm breath against her lips just before he kissed her. The idle chatter outside her office pulled her from her daydream and she found herself glaring at the door<em>'Don't come in here'</em>she thought as the voices seemed to pass by. Yes she was at work, she should be working, but she was entitled to her time to be a woman as well. Seemed sometimes she herself had forgotten that.<br/><br/>Returning to reading his email she smiled, his post left no interpretation for who he was in fact referring to. Knowing they were on the same page allowed a gentle sigh, and of course the mention of him being picky was a soothing thought. Mel of course wasn't a jealous type, she would be quite a hypocrite if she was in fact. She didn't care for jealousy in people. It was a nasty quality and believed that if someone was so insecure that they should perhaps not be in the relationship. Theo was quite an attractive man, however, so the concern of having to ward off potential problems did come to her.<br/><br/>Laughing softly, playfully she thought about earlier that afternoon when he spoke to her. He did seem to love listening to her talk, but she could think of other things she might want to whisper in his ear. She had agreed with his question since before their conversation started, before she even knew they'd be going to dinner in fact. She was looking forward to just seeing him tonight, and now that they were having dinner. Things were just looking to perfect, but of course, the time was passing slowly.<br/><br/>His PS actually caused her to blush, as did his sign off 'yours completely'. When she first met him she found him to be rather attractive, strong, independent, someone who had hundreds of women chasing after him, but she couldn't help the feeling that he took a special interest in her. At first she though she was just being to full of herself, but now, now she was believing she was right, he was taking a special interest in her, the feeling was mutual. She sighed as she glanced up at her clock on the wall. It wasn't even four yet, then it would still be another two hours. Work never seemed to drag on this badly before.<br/><br/>Turning her attention from all distractions she decided to work on a reply, he was getting bolder, and she loved it. If she didn't respond however he would worry he pushed to far, which wasn't the case at all. She started to reply two or three times then stopped, returning to read his email. Each time it brought a smile to her face and caused her to melt into her chair. Finally she was ready to begin a post of her own.<br/><br/><em>"Theo,<br/><br/>From what I recall of our earlier encounter I'm more than certain the hands are quite capable yes.<br/><br/>We have no shortage of picky clients, but only one you say? Hmm, she must be an amazing woman. Though there is no shortage of talented men and women here. Seeing as I have hired most of them myself, I can only work with the best.<br/><br/>You do have to get the accent just right, but with a bit of practice it just rolls from your lips. Perhaps even I could give you a few lessons in French? Beautiful language, they say in fact it's the language of love, I can quite easily believe that.<br/><br/>If I could, I would certainly speed up the time, the wait is in truth a great deal to deal with<br/><br/>Your devotion,<br/>- Mel<br/><br/>P.S. Something tells me I'll owe you a great deal, so I'll be sure to bring my purse.<br/><br/>xoxo"</em><br/><br/>Of course Mel had no issue with with giving him hugs, kisses, or anything else he so desired to have. He was stealing her heart and he most likely didn't even know it. After all a person could really say anything with a computer screen stood between them. That was a slight worry of Mel's yes, but at the same time, he was worth the risk to find out. She sent the message then sat back in her chair, closing her eyes, thinking about Theo as she awaited his next message.