One-night Stand

Elliot

I hadn’t meant to overhear the call, but the moment I stepped into Susan’s office, the tension in her voice stopped me in my tracks. She was facing away from the door, her shoulders stiff as she spoke into the phone.

“Please, Rachel, make sure she gets her medication. I’ll figure it out,” she said, her voice strained but steady.

Medication? My curiosity piqued as I leaned slightly closer, still unnoticed. Who was she talking about? Her mom?

When she hung up, she slumped into her chair, rubbing her temples. It was a rare sight...Susan Hart looking vulnerable, her usual composure cracking ever so slightly.

I knocked softly on the doorframe, making her jump slightly. “Hey, Susan.”

Her head snapped up, her expression instantly shifting to something guarded. “Hi, Mr Prescott,” she said, sitting up straighter. “What can I do for you?”

I held up the folder I’d brought as a pretext. “I wanted to go over the finalized budget proposal. Gerald said you’ve been leading this.”

She nodded and reached for a file on her desk, clearly trying to focus. But her eyes were distant, and her movements felt mechanical.

I stepped further into the room, watching her carefully. Something was off. “You okay? You look... preoccupied.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, too quickly. “Just a lot going on. Nothing I can’t handle.”

The line was rehearsed, automatic. Susan might have been good at keeping up her walls, but I’d spent years learning to read people...especially her.

“That call just now...it sounded serious,” I pressed gently. “Is everything alright?”

She hesitated, her gaze flicking to her desk like she was debating how much to share. “It’s personal,” she finally said, brushing it off. “Nothing to worry about.”

Personal? That only made me more curious. I stepped closer, leaning against the edge of her desk. “You sure? Because you don’t seem like yourself.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a second, I thought she might snap at me. Instead, she sighed and gave me that carefully constructed smile of hers. “I’m fine,” she said again, but the words didn’t ring true.

I wanted to push further, to tell her she didn’t have to carry whatever it was alone. But I knew Susan...she wouldn’t appreciate being cornered, not now.

“Look,” I said, keeping my tone casual, “I know we don’t exactly have the easiest history, but if there’s something you need... just say the word.”

Her eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, I saw something flicker there...surprise, maybe, or hesitation.

“Thanks, Elliot,” she said softly. “But I’m okay. Really.”

It wasn’t the answer I wanted, but I decided to let it go for now. She wasn’t ready, and I didn’t want to push her away.

I placed the folder on her desk and stood up. “Alright. But the offer stands.”

As I left her office, my mind was already racing. Whatever was troubling her wasn’t just “nothing.” The way she looked when she thought no one was watching told me everything I needed to know.

Susan was carrying something heavy, and I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

If she wouldn’t let me in willingly, I’d find another way.

**

The bar wasn’t crowded...quiet enough to talk, but loud enough to drown out the weight of unspoken emotions. Susan sat across from me, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass as she stared into the amber liquid like it held all the answers to her troubles.

She’d said yes to my invitation, but the guarded look in her eyes told me she hadn’t entirely let her guard down. That was fine. Tonight wasn’t about pushing her...it was about showing her she didn’t have to face everything alone.

"To... surviving Mondays," I said, raising my glass in a half-hearted toast.

Susan smirked, her lips curling just enough to remind me how stunning she was when she let her walls slip. "To surviving whatever this week throws at us," she replied, clinking her glass against mine.

The conversation started light, surface-level. Work, clients, random stories that didn’t matter. But as the drinks flowed, the edges softened. Her laugh came easier, her shoulders relaxed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I saw a glimpse of the carefree girl I’d fallen for years ago.

"You're different now," she said suddenly, her voice low, almost hesitant.

I blinked, caught off guard. "Different how?"

She shrugged, swirling the liquid in her glass. "I don’t know. Less... polished, maybe. Less perfect."

"Perfect? I don’t think anyone’s ever accused me of that," I said with a chuckle, though her words struck a chord.

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze steady. "You were always so sure of yourself back then. Like you had everything figured out. It was infuriating."

"And now?" I asked, leaning closer, the space between us narrowing.

"Now..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushed...not just from the alcohol. "You seem more human."

I wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or not, but before I could respond, she downed the rest of her drink and stood.

"I think I’m done for the night," she said, wobbling slightly as she reached for her bag.

I caught her elbow, steadying her. "You’re not going home like this, alone."

"I’ll call a cab," she said stubbornly, but her balance told a different story.

"Or," I offered, "you could let me make sure you get home safe."

She hesitated, her defenses flickering before finally nodding.

**

The ride back to my apartment wasn’t part of the plan, but when she realized she’d left her keys at the office, there wasn’t much choice.

We stumbled into my apartment, the city lights from the large windows casting a faint glow over the room. Susan’s laugh, soft and unrestrained, filled the space as she kicked off her heels and collapsed onto the couch. She looked so effortlessly beautiful, her guard finally down, her usually composed demeanor unraveling.

“You’re going to ruin your suit,” she teased, eyeing me as I loosened my tie.

“And you might fall asleep right there if I don’t get you some water,” I countered, walking into the kitchen.

But when I returned, glass in hand, she was standing by the window, gazing out at the city. Her reflection in the glass was mesmerizing...her hair slightly disheveled, her lips parted, her cheeks still flushed from the alcohol. She turned when she heard me approach, her eyes meeting mine with a heat that sent a jolt through me.

“Elliot,” she said softly, almost like a whisper.

There was something in her tone, a vulnerability I hadn’t heard before. I set the glass down, crossing the room until I was standing in front of her.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice low.

For a moment, she just looked at me, as though trying to decide something. Then, without warning, she reached up and tugged me down, her lips crashing into mine.

The kiss was explosive...hot, desperate, and laced with years of unresolved tension. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her slightly as I deepened the kiss.

“Susan,” I murmured against her lips, but she silenced me with another kiss, her body pressing against mine in a way that made it impossible to think straight.

The world outside faded away. It was just us...two people caught in a storm of emotions we could no longer control.

I scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom. She let out a soft laugh, her fingers tracing the edge of my jaw as I set her down on the bed.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I hovered over her.

Her answer was a whispered “yes,” her hands pulling me down to her again.

What followed was a blur of heat and passion. Her touch ignited every nerve in my body, her lips exploring my skin with a hunger that matched my own. I shed my shirt, her hands running over my chest as she leaned up to kiss me again.

Her dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin that I couldn’t stop myself from kissing, my lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her boobs. Her soft gasps and moans were intoxicating, spurring me on as I explored every inch of her. The more I felt her touch the more my dick gets harder, the more I have the urge to fuck her already... I pulled off her thong, and her pink pussy was flowing with white juices, I licked my lips, I went down and use my tongue to tease her clit before finally dipping it inside her juicy pussy. she let out a gasp and then a soft moan.. "fuck me already" she begged, her voice sounded pleading and desperate.

just what I wanted, I slid into her pussy as gentle as I can, just the way I remember she loved it.

We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, every touch, every kiss building the fire between us. She was stunning, her hair splayed across the pillows, her eyes dark with desire as she looked up at me.

“Elliot,” she breathed, her voice a mix of urgency and need.

I captured her lips again, my hands roaming her body, memorizing the way she felt under me. Every kiss, every touch was electric, a heady mix of desire and emotion that left us both breathless.

When we finally gave in completely, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced...intense, euphoric, and impossibly intimate. She clung to me, her nails digging into my back as we moved together, her soft cries filling the room.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, her head resting on my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair. Neither of us spoke, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable.

In that moment, I realized just how far I’d fallen for her...and that I’d do anything to make sure this wasn’t just a fleeting moment or a one-night stand.