Samantha and Eve go home

I took a quick bath as well in a separate bathroom, the same one which Eve had also used recently. When I entered the office dressed only in high heels, I saw Eve wearing a matching outfit and drinking wine.

“Drinking alcohol at the workplace?” I said, feigning shock, “this could get you fired.”

“My shift’s over,” she replied, raising the glass, “I see that so is yours.”

“I worked my ass off, so to speak. But enough about me! Tell me how YOU feel.”

“Satisfied,” she replied with an expression which supported her claim, “happy. Impatient for Thursday.”

“I could not have found a better employee,” I commented with a grin.

“It’s a win-win arrangement.”

“I’m so happy that we met. But for now finish that wine, put your clothes on and let’s go home. I’m hungry.”

“You can come to me. I’m a good cook and I have dinner mostly ready. I prepared everything yesterday.”

“I never say ‘no’ to food!”

Eve indeed turned out to be a good cook, much better than me. No, we did not have sex together. We both preferred me and had no desire to make love to each other… on our own, in regular circumstances. But we did talk a lot; about the past, present and future.

Already after the first day I could look into the future with optimism.