Thinking of This

By Rebecca Milton

Always doing for others, giving of her time. Her life has been about making sure people, “Don’t even think about it.” She subsumed her life for the good of others.

But, what happens when suddenly, she wants to be thought of, remembered... fantasized about? Can this woman break the old patterns and leave a lasting impression?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005905644

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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Thinking of This

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.

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In the morning, before everyone arrives, she is there. She likes ritual, paths of familiar to follow. The order of things is important to her. She moves with grace. Nothing is wasted, no task is done with manner sloppy or extraneous effort. She is succinct, punctual, metronome steady.

In the morning, before anyone is there, she shines. She opens the office, flips switches, pulls shades, pots coffee, waters plants, fills trays with paper, cups with pens, slots and shelves are organized, refilled, file cabinets unlocked, kitchen is cleaned, pastry are displayed in eye pleasing manner though she knows they will soon be handled, mauled, picked over.

For now, before everyone arrives, they are a confectionery tapestry worthy of a velvet chord and a Docent. Before everyone arrives. Then, she puts on her coat, in the winter, light sweater in the fall, nothing to add on top in the summer, leaves the office, down the stairs to the lobby, out the door, around the corner to Gremald’s and has a cup of tea. Tea takes her exactly seventeen minutes and then, she returns, up to the fifteenth floor with her coworkers via elevator, into the office, into her cubicle and into work.

No one knows, no one asks, no one thinks about it. The office, to them, is open, the pastry is there, the coffee is ready, the papers of necessity are always within finger’s grasp, the staplers are always loaded, the machines that hum and reproduce, that send images over wires to many places along the curve of the earth are always functioning, inking, printing. No one asks why or how. They assume, as we all do, that someone is doing it and, as long