I wonder how she reacted when she saw me leave the elevator. Anyway, as soon as I stepped out, I turned my head the other way, avoiding eye contact with her.
Just then, Emily showed up for work. She had just swiped her card and was heading towards me, ready to take the elevator up.
Emily spotted me and hurried over.
Right then, the elevator doors shut tight.
Scarlett watched as Emily walked towards me, all smiles, holding my arm closely.
"Hey, David."
"Morning. Why didn't you come with John today?" I asked, confused.
Usually, as a couple, they always communicate together. So, why the sudden change today?
"Who knows? He's been coming and going at weird hours lately, no clue what he's up to," Emily said casually, seeming unfazed by the possibility of her husband cheating.
But then again, she always had a thing for me, ditching John early on to get close to me.
Maybe she was hoping for a reason to split with John so she could be with me without guilt.
Just then, the second elevator arrived.
I hopped on with colleagues from another department, and during the ride, I overheard them gossiping about Scarlett.
Everyone was raving about her looks and figure.
Some guys even had dirty thoughts about Scarlett, daydreaming about her sex life.
It ticked me off.
A woman I couldn't have, and they were fantasizing about her?
I kicked the elevator door hard, making a loud bang.
"Scarlett's married, you know?" I said firmly.
In the cramped space, it felt like all the air had been sucked out, and there was dead silence, not even a loud breath.
"Show some respect, stop fantasizing about married women."
As the elevator doors opened, I was the first one out.
Emily finally snapped out of it from my outburst, quickly following me to the office area.
She looked at me with a serious expression, not daring to say anything, and obediently went back to her workstation.
That day, I buried myself in work, not thinking about anything else.
I didn't even care about the weird looks of other colleagues.
I knew with Scarlett's popularity in the company, this incident must have spread throughout the office by now.
Just before lunch, Ryan called me.
"David, heard you lost it at the office?"
"Yeah, they were out of line. Fantasizing about Scarlett knowing she's married, they clearly don't respect you. I couldn't take it, so I lost it."
I brought up their marriage first to explain why I got upset.
Everyone would think I was just trying to protect Ryan's marriage.
And Scarlett, knowing our thing, would appreciate my defense of her, maybe even be willing to get close to me.
It was a solid plan.
"I know you mean well, but aren't you worried about your rep at work? Office relationships can seriously affect your career."
"What's the big deal? Plenty of companies out there. If this one can't handle me, I'll just move on."
Moreover, I could savor the company of other beautiful women.
Switching between gorgeous ladies, how thrilling, right?
"Don't act too hastily, David. Scarlett can handle a few remarks. Get some gifts for your coworkers after work to make things right."
I knew Ryan had faced consequences from office romances before and was concerned I might end up in a similar situation.
But for me, Scarlett was the top priority.
I was about to reply when suddenly a voice came through the phone.
A cold yet pleasant voice seeped through the phone, faint but unmistakably Scarlett's.
She must have been upset by what Ryan had said.
Before I could say anything, the call from Ryan ended abruptly.
I didn't dwell on it; they were a couple, they'd sort things out eventually.
I kept myself busy working, planning to find a woman to fulfill my desires after work.
As I left the office, my phone rang again, this time it was Scarlett calling.
I hesitated for a moment, then answered.
"Come home now, right away." Scarlett's voice carried an urgent tone, demanding my immediate return.
Though I didn't understand why she suddenly wanted me back, I respected her request, shut down my computer, and headed to the mansion.
Upon pushing the door open, I noticed many things were missing from the mansion.
"Scarlett, I'm back. Where are you?" I asked cautiously.
The mansion felt so empty that even my voice echoed.
The sound of high heels reverberated in the mansion as someone descended the stairs.
Confused, I walked towards the stairs and saw Scarlett coming down.
She was dressed in very revealing lingerie.
Wearing a tiny camisole barely covering her ample breasts, exposing her pink nipples.
Her large breasts swayed as she descended, stirring my blood and causing me to become fully aroused.
Especially with her genitals barely covered by sheer panties.
The fabric formed a grid pattern, leaving her private parts exposed.
Looking up from below, I could see her pink clitoris nestled between her labia.
The sight was incredibly enticing!
I swallowed hard, my legs moving towards her involuntarily, reaching out my hand to her.
"Are you ready to be intimate with me?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Ryan and I are no longer together, so we can be together without any reservations."
She placed her hand in mine, slowly moving into my embrace.
My other hand naturally encircled her waist, my slightly calloused fingers exploring her smooth skin.
"Oh yes... I've wanted to be with you for so long. Let's go upstairs."
"Okay, how about we go to the master bedroom?" I couldn't resist kissing her.
The scent, the gentle touch, I was captivated.
She was the best kisser of all the women I'd been with, her lips the softest.
"Sure, carry me upstairs."
Scarlett was surprisingly compliant, opening her arms to me, and playing coy.
I was thrilled, lifting her buttocks and heading upstairs.
The master bedroom had already been cleared of her and Ryan's wedding photos, so even being intimate didn't feel wrong.