Sensuality

“I assure you, I am not chasing myself. It’s a woman, and even though I’ve never caught her, I wake up with an erection so hard it’s painful.”

“Perhaps she’s a woman out of your reach.”

“I’m almost sure of that.”

“If this is true, then you must do one of two things.”

“Yes?” His gaze was deeper than his low-pitched voice.

“You should try and forget her. Or, maybe surmise what you think would happen if she stopped running and confronted you.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“How do you know? After all, it’s only a dream.” She had not meant for her slight laugh to be condescending.

“Maybe it’s not my dream?” he offered.

Her brow knitted. “People do not dream for others,” she said patiently.

“If the need is great, even a dream can transcend space and time.”

She put down her pen. “You’ve been reading too many science fiction novels.”

“No, I’ve been living with a yearning desire for too long.”

“How so?”

He got up, the material of his pants falling into perfect lines against his legs. He walked to the window, his voice reverberating off the pane like silent thunder.

“I’m not sure how to approach this woman, even though I think I know how she wants to be approached.”

“Meaning?”

“She wants…”

“She wants what?”

“To have control, and then to give it over.”

“What makes you think that?

“Because on the outside she is professional and stiff, but inside she is screaming for release.” He looked over and thought he saw the slight motion of her legs squeeze together.

“So, then, you think this woman has a sexual desire for you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Not in so many words.”

“You, of all people, should know by now that I always say just what I mean.”

“All right, then. Do you feel you must help this woman in some way?”

He moved almost silently on the thick carpet and ended up behind her chair. She remained motionless.

“She can help herself.”

“Why doesn’t she?”