("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- For Love of E - 8 by Dhragúin Múinteoir [greybeard.dragon@gmail.com] *** Eliza tells Kit about her problem, and he provides an elegant solution. (MF, rom) *** Chapter 8 He was waiting for her when she arrived at the restaurant. "Right on time," He thought to himself. "Wonder what's on her mind?" "Hi! Been waiting long?" she asked as she let him help her with her coat and seat her before sitting back down himself. "Nope," he replied, "just got here. Shall we order, or do you want to tell me what we need to talk about?" He looked into her eyes with such a calm demeanor that Eliza almost melted. "I mean, you usually don't invite me to lunch while you're working, so I figured whatever it was must have been pretty important for you to break your usual routine." He sipped from his water glass, never taking his eyes off her. Eliza started to speak, then stopped; Kit was right, it was unusual for her to make a lunch date with him during the work week. She decided that he deserved better from her, especially considering what she had subjected him to at the sauna the night before, and what he had done for her following… "Well, it IS important. I lost track of a significant amount of time last night, and I don't like putting myself and all of you in a situation that could prove disastrous." Kit started to speak, but Eliza held her hand up to forestall his comment. "I know, you aren't worried, but the youngsters should be, and I am for all of you. What would have happened if someone else in the company had stumbled across us last night? And what if you hadn't been there to save me? "None of the others know where I live, and frankly, I'd rather it stay that way; not that I don't trust them, but they are not the security conscious person that you are. They wouldn't mean to divulge my home's location, but it would eventually happen. No, I, we, need to come up with a location that will serve as well as the sauna, but with no possibility of inadvertent discovery. However, I haven't a clue where to begin. What do you think?" Kit sipped again from his water, then was interrupted by the waiter, who gave them menus and took their drink orders. When he had left the table, Kit briefly looked at the menu, then closed it and once again looked at Eliza. "How flush is the company?" Kit asked, taking Eliza by surprise at the apparent non sequitur. "Bear with me a moment; this is related to the problem. Is the company able to expand to another floor, without making the areas free access?" Eliza thought for a moment, and started to reply, when she was interrupted by the waiter who was ready to take their lunch order. She ordered a club sandwich, and Kit ordered a chef's salad, then waited as the waiter withdrew. When he was out of earshot, she started again. "I don't know if I can swing a floor purchase at this time without alerting investors, and I certainly don't want to do that!" She frowned as Kit chuckled, then hissed, "What, you think this is funny? I can't have the stuffy bastards looking into the reasons for a private enclave at company expense; it would ruin the company!" She looked around to see if any neighboring tables had overheard; satisfied, she continued, "Trying to hide that sort of expense would probably trigger an SEC inquiry, to boot. I have a spotless record; I won't jeopardize that!" Kit smiled at her. "Good; I was hoping you'd say that. I have an idea that will require some time to explain. Let's eat, and you go back to work. Instead of going to the sauna after work, go home and call me. I'll bring some beer and a plan." As if by plan, the waiter chose that moment to arrive with their lunch orders. Kit carried on an innocuous dialogue during lunch, Eliza contributing but little, and picking morosely at her food. After paying for lunch, Kit escorted Eliza from the table and parted ways with her at the door. "See you later," he said with a smile, then turned away. Eliza made her way back to her office and slogged through a small pile of phone messages that had materialized while she was out. She eventually got so into her backlog of work that she was surprised when her assistant poked her head into the office to inform her that she was leaving for the evening. Eliza looked up to see that it was close to 6 pm. "My goodness," she said, "it is time to leave, isn't it?" With that, she bid her assistant good night, and started to gather her things to go home. As she locked her door for the night, she remembered to tell Suni that she was headed home, only to find that she was the last person in the office. "Hmm," she thought to herself, "I really was out of touch with reality today. I suppose I had better pay attention on the way home, or I'll end up in White Plains!" With that, she left the office and headed home. As she approached her door, she noticed a note posted on the number plate. Taking it down, she read, "Meet me in the train station." The note was signed simply, "K". She went inside and quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt, slipped into some sandals, and took the staircase down to the unused fallout shelter, where she was surprised to see that Kit had set up a couple of chairs around a large table, with large stand lights illuminating the tabletop, upon which he had placed a large sheet of drafting paper. Looking closer, Eliza saw an involved set of blueprints. Just then, she heard a whistled snatch of an Irish jig. Looking up, she saw Kit entering the cavernous room carrying a small cooler and a basket. Walking up to the illuminated area and setting these down, he explained, "Thought you might want a bite and a beer," and leaned in for a quick kiss before sitting down. "What is this?" Eliza asked, totally amazed at the incredible amount of work the blueprints represented. "How in the world did you do this so quickly?" "Oh, well, I had been working on a project that was canceled, and just happened to still have these plans lying around taking up space, so I dusted them off and made a couple of mods. Didn't take but about an hour to get what you see ready." "What do you mean, 'working on a project that got canceled'? What else do you do besides put up with cranky tenants like me?" she asked, smiling to take the edge off the question. In answer, Kit asked, "How do you pay your rent?" Eliza frowned, then answered, "Through a rental agency; why?" "Have you ever wondered who owns the building?" Kit's slow grin emerged, and suddenly Eliza was speechless. Here she had thought he was 'only' the superintendent of the building... "Who are you... really?" she finally managed to sputter, sure that she was blushing furiously. As Kit started to chuckle again, she was sure of it. "Well, I became an architect thirty years ago, and as luck would have it, managed a pretty good living. I bought this building about ten years ago when I found out about this bunker and the railway. Took almost all I had saved, but it was worth it. It has provided enough income that I don't have to slave at design all day, but just the projects I take a fancy to, like the Harley, the donkey engine, the tenant in 401..." He broke off and ducked as Eliza took a swing at him, playfully. "Just a project, eh?" she said, laughing. "I'll show you project..." With that, she jumped up and grabbed Kit's belt and drew him close. "How's this for an unseen problem," she said, kissing him fiercely, and when he started to lean into the kiss, grabbing his crotch with her free hand. "Oops, looks like a design modification is necessary," she exclaimed, reaching for his zipper with her other hand. Kit, surprisingly, stopped her. "What?" she murmured. "Why don't I show you this first, then we'll see about any 'modifications'..." Kit led her back to her chair, leaned over her and explained, "This is your office space. Behind it is this unused area that was originally supposed to be a maintenance corridor. You with me?" "So far," she said, eyes on the drawing. "Well, as it happens, the floor below your company's offices is vacant, having been a failed health club a few years ago. As far as I can tell, it hadn't been touched since the club folded. This right here," he said, pointing to a spot on the blueprint, "is where the genius of this plan comes in." "That's right next to the office door," Eliza said, "where the closet doors are now." "Yup, and the doors will stay right there, too," said Kit, "only there won't be a closet there anymore." At Eliza's raised eyebrow, he continued, "Instead, there will be a cleverly concealed private staircase leading to the next floor down, where this," he said, turning to the next print, "will be the new playground." At this he let Eliza look over the blueprint for what appeared to be a normal gym setup. "What is this, really?" she asked, confused at all the plans. "How am I supposed to swing this? I told you I couldn't..." Kit interrupted her, gently, "It all is being covered by the 'Foundation for Workplace Productivity' grant. I had an idea several years ago to establish a gym that would be offered to office workers at a nominal fee, so as to give them an upscale place to de- stress, free from the normal 'workout' mentality and the testosterone-fueled competitive edge that most gyms are infamous for. "I applied for a government grant, was accepted, and have been applying the results to the floor below yours for about a year. All that needs changing is the entrance. Rather than an entrance from the elevator lobby, this," he said, pointing to the staircase block, "will be the only way in from the outside. There will be, of course, an emergency exit, here, that leads to the stairwell next to the elevator bank. What do you think?" At this, Eliza was, once again, at a loss for words. She looked back and forth, at the blueprint, then at Kit. She eventually managed to ask, "Why us? I mean, why the private entrance and all?" "Because you need a very private and safe place to enjoy your love life, with all the partners that involves, and I needed to apply the grant before it expired. All I did differently was change the entry plan. It'll be ready for use in a week or so." "Won't the government want to inspect the results of the grant?" Eliza asked. "Already done," Kit said. "They don't have to know about the entry change, or the fact that only one company will benefit from the location. They have already seen, and approved the facilities. So, all I have to do is change the closet into a spiral staircase and close off the original entrance. Piece of cake!" "I don't know what to say," started Eliza, only to have Kit kiss her again. "Okay will suffice," Kit answered lightly. "Okay," said Eliza, "now, you said something about a beer and a bite," punctuating the last word with a playful nip at Kit's earlobe. Kit growled, and nipped at her nose, then laughed and grabbed a beer from the cooler, expertly uncapped it, and handed it to Eliza along with a package of Brie, wheat crackers, and a small knife from the basket. After they had finished their beer and polished off the cheese and crackers, Kit asked, "Now what was that about a 'design modification'?" Eliza jumped at him, and Kit grabbed her, laughing... To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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