– To sum up…

— With the new product line, I’d like us to reach beyond our current age group.

I ended my presentation with those words on Monday morning.

We were sitting with the team and the manager at our monthly meeting, discussing visions for advertising and the company’s development.

Today, it was my turn.

For nearly an hour, I had been speaking from the front of the room, presenting my ideas and convincing the others of their merit.

– I have a few questions about this presentation — Igor cut in.

“Here we fucking go,” I thought, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

Igor — the boss’s right-hand man and the team’s “favorite.”

The guy who had worked at the company the longest and therefore automatically felt entitled to comments, remarks, and criticism.

Of course — only constructive criticism — as he liked to emphasize with that fake little smirk of his.

God, how I hated that guy.

Just seeing him gave me goosebumps, and in my head I was already scripting scenarios like:

“A hundred and one ways to murder an irritating coworker” —

with him in the lead role.

If only he knew how badly those scenarios ended for him, that grin would vanish for good.

– Igor, write them down and email them to the others — the manager replied. — Agata will surely address them and clear up your doubts.

– Right? — he turned to me.

– Of course.

– In that case, thank you all for the meeting.

—We’ll wrap up a bit earlier today.

–Have a good day and a productive week..

He tossed that over his shoulder and left the room.

The rest followed.

I looked at Igor with triumph in my eyes.

He had clearly wanted to shine, and the boss’s reaction hadn’t gone the way he planned.

He’d probably run to his computer now and write a five-page email.

„“Brown-noser,”I snorted softly and started packing my things without haste.

As expected, our office know-it-all had several unnecessary objections - which I answered with pleasure.

„“If you thought you’d ruin my day, you were wrong, pal.”„

I shot him a dismissive look as he left at the end of the day with a sour expression.

This probably wasn’t how he imagined it, but I couldn’t care less.

My thoughts were already at home, getting ready for my “date” with my mysterious @Rod80.

Just thinking about him sent a spark through my belly.

I packed my bag and hurried for the exit.

„Quick grocery run, then straight home.„.

That evening, I poured myself a glass of wine and slipped into a satin dress.

Wearing a lace mask and a blond wig, I waited in front of the computer for the call from my friend.

At exactly 9:00 p.m., I clicked to accept the incoming video call.

– Good evening — a low voice said, and my mysterious stranger appeared on the screen.

As usual, his face was covered.

– Good evening — I replied in a sultry tone, taking him in with a hungry gaze.

He was tall, perfectly built, and had the most hypnotic, masculine voice I had ever heard.

We met on a dating site, and sparks flew instantly.

“Rod” didn’t suggest meeting in person — he suggested online play.

At first, I wasn’t convinced. I wanted a man, not a lover. But something pulled me to him — something I couldn’t name or understand.

Once I tried it, I was lost. That was two months ago.

We met online three times a week. Always at the same hour. 

The rules were simple -

no personal information, masks at all times, and no taboo topics.

– Did you think about me today?

– All day — I giggled.

– Mmm. And what exactly were you thinking?

– What you do when I’m not with you.

He laughed.

That laugh was warm, deep, and insanely alluring.

- Not much.

- Lately, I can’t focus on anything. Nothing really matters. — My thoughts circle around a girl in a blond wig… and a bust I can’t get out of my head.

- Suuure - I snorted skeptically. — I don’t believe a word.

- But I agree with the second part. It’s divine. And I’m quite fond of it myself.

- How fond? — he asked quietly. — Convince me.

I took a sip of wine and slowly placed my hand on a soft curve, teasing it through the smooth fabric, not taking my eyes off Rod.

- The other one’s jealous — he said with amusement, his voice tightening slightly.

He lifted his hand and disappeared out of frame. I raised my other hand. Now both were busy only with me. I saw his body tense, reacting to every movement, and that was enough for me to stop holding back.

I touched myself slowly, tracing circles, squeezing, letting my body take control.

I tipped my head back, offering myself shamelessly.

From the other side of the screen came a low, satisfied murmur.

- Just like that… touch yourself exactly how you like — he murmured. — And I’ll watch… imagining they’re my hands.

A soft moan slipped from my lips. Just the thought of his closeness sharpened every sensation.

One hand slid lower. I moved more slowly now, more deliberately, listening to my own breath and the sounds Rod made.

- Play — he asked in a low voice. — I want to hear it.

I didn’t rush. I let the pleasure build, let my body respond naturally. I knew he was doing the same, and that knowledge only heightened everything.

- Just a little longer… — he whispered.

- Imagine I’m right there.

I lifted one hand to my lips, allowing myself more,

never stopping, never ceasing to provoke him aloud.

The double tension became unbearable.

- Yes… just like that! — he burst out as his voice broke.

At the same moment, a wave of pleasure crashed through me.

My body shuddered, and I collapsed into the chair, calm and loose.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

I knew he felt it too.

Then he broke the silence quietly:

- I wish I were lying next to you right now.

I straightened, surprised by the confession.

It was the first time he had said anything like that since we started seeing each other.

– I wish I were too — I answered softly.

– I like you a lot. And I’d want more.

– Think about it.

–I know I suggested this arrangement, but… — he hesitated.

– I think I’ve fallen in love with you..

– Think about it. I have to go now — he added quickly, and ended the call without saying goodbye.

Stunned, I stared at the black screen, replaying his words.

„I think I’ve fallen in love with you."

Was I in love?

Honestly — I didn’t know.

I had time to think.

Too much had happened today. I’d think about it tomorrow.

„Tomorrow is another day,„

I said aloud with a laugh, channeling Scarlett O’Hara, and went to bed.

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I woke up the next morning happier than ever.

My good mood stayed with me all day. I still had time to think about Rod’s words.

Deep down, I already knew my answer — so I didn’t rush to say it out loud.

I was so buried in work that I didn’t even notice when eight hours passed and I stayed longer than usual.

I lifted my head from my desk and looked around. Only Igor and I were still in the office. I grimaced at the sight of him and sat back down.

„Does he even have a private life?I thought, irritated.

„Just like you" I snickered to myself.

It was Friday. I had no weekend plans

and didn’t want to leave anything for Monday.

I went back to answering emails when suddenly everything went dark and the screen turned black.

„What the hell?"

I bent down to check the cable — everything was fine.

I pressed the power button hard. Nothing.

– Igor, is your computer down too?! 

No answer. I stood up to check on him, but his desk was empty. His computer, though, was still on.

„He probably stepped out.„.

I was about to return to my desk when my gaze caught an open WhatsApp window and a blurry background image.

„Agata, don’t. It’s none of your business.„

I scolded myself, but what I saw wouldn’t let go.

It looked strangely familiar.

I leaned closer — and jumped back as if burned.

The open chat showed a photo of me. Me — in a lace mask and a blond wig.

Someone had taken it during an online call…

Not someone. Rod.

Rod, who was…

– Holy fuck…! — I covered my mouth.

– What are you doing here?! — Igor’s furious voice made me jump.

He rushed to the computer and slammed the chat window shut.

Still reeling from what I’d seen, I looked at him in shock.

He stood in front of me, red with anger.

– Didn’t anyone teach you the word “privacy” and that you don’t go snooping through other people’s things? — he snarled through clenched teeth.

I saw his lips moving, but I couldn’t hear him. Mentally, I was somewhere else.

I looked at him — really looked — and wondered how I hadn’t noticed before.

That voice. That deep, masculine voice that irritated me at work and, at night, made me lose all control.

That build. The thick chestnut hair. Those lips that whispered compliments after dark and drove me mad by day.

„Agata, he was right there the whole time — and you were looking online.„.

I shook my head in disbelief.

Igor stopped mid-sentence, staring at me, intrigued.

I stepped closer.

– I’ve fallen in love with you too –

I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing into him, as if the world had momentarily ceased to exist.

the end