Twilight's Coming
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
643
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Twilight's Coming
Twilight’s Coming
Chapter 1
The sky was dark and held the promise of a stormy day. Ezran sat with her face pressed against the window, causing it to fog with her breathing.
“Shouldn’t you be logging these articles Miss Twill?”
Ezran jumped and sheepishly faced her boss Mr. Meran, the museum director. He was a tall, reedy man who had a demeaning habit of peering at a person over his wire rimmed glasses with a perpetual frown in his sharp grey eyes. He had no problem vocalizing his reluctance to hire Ezran, who he believed to be “a young and unfurnished thin wisp of a girl” to fill the vacancy left by the former secretary.
“Sorry Mr. Meran.” Ezran stammered out. He always gave her such a start with his habit of sneaking soundlessly behind people.
“I was just noticing the sky.”
“The sky, child?” he repeated, looking over her for some small sign of her sanity.
“Well I was looking for the rain,” Ezran stated blushing hotly.
“Ah, the rain. I see,” Mr. Meran replied, though his face still holding its frown. “Well why don’t you take this cart down to Hudson, Ms. Twill?”
The fact that Mr. Meran called his other assistant by his first name and her still by her last was not lost on Ezran.
“Yes Mr. Meran,” she said grabbing the handles of the stainless steel push cart and wheeling it to the elevator.
Ezran was a young woman fresh from her senior year of college. After graduation, she had returned home to her native Boston and moved back in with her parents until she could find an apartment. Soon, however, she needed her space. So she moved out into a single room apartment and started working at the local laundry mat to pay her rent check. But her boss Mrs. Jones and her husband had gotten lucky and won the lottery. They quickly closed down the shop and Ezran found herself without a job.
Too proud and stubborn to move back in with her parents, she lived off her meager savings until she became two week’s behind on the rent check.
Quickly realising she would have to pull in some cash and quick, she took to the local newspaper’s classified ads. To her great surprise and luck, the historic Harvard Museum of Natural History was looking for a secretary to replace one who recently passed. The ad stated that she would be in charge of logging new entries and documents into the computer and filing away donation paper work. She would work Monday to Friday, have access to the museum 24/7, and got 2 weeks of sick leave. On top of that her starting rate was 7.50 an hour.
She had been hired on the spot. Ezran learned, however, that this job wasn’t easy work. Her boss didn’t hesitant to show his displeasure at her getting the job, and often sent her to work in the basement logging papers. She also had to answer to Hudson Andeers, a dirty blond haired, brown eyed guy who would be attractive if he didn’t make it obvious he was attracted to her. He knew Mr. Meran thought he could do no wrong and used it to his utmost advantage which often was having Ezran do the job.
Ezran made it to the elevator lift that would take her to the basement. Pushing her sweaty bangs off of her forehead, she sent up a silent prayer that Hudson had taken an early lunch break. Unfortunately her prayers went unheard.
‘Hey! Hold the elevator Ezzy E!’
Ezran huffed.
“The name’s Ezran, Andeers. You’ll do well to remember that.”
Andeers just grinned like he had never been chastised. He leaned in unnecessarily close to Ezran to hit the close button on the lift’s door. When he leaned away, he took the chance to look down Ezran’s shirt to get a look at her breasts. She was unconscious of his gaze and he enjoyed a quick fantasy off taking her in the lift. Of her thick black hair coming free of her ponytail as she moaned his name. She was so uptight at work that he was convinced she was a vixen in bed.
“What are you doing tonight Ezzy E?”
Ezran let out a sigh. He always acted like her dislike of his horrible nickname didn’t exist.
“Nothing. I plan on going home and enjoying a hot shower and a well earned rest.”
She put extra emphasis on well earned as she glared up at him. He just smiled his lazy grin that pulled her in and repulsed her at the same time.
“And before you ask, no I will not have dinner with you so don’t even ask.”
Ezran rubbed her forehead. The lift was taking forever and she could feel a headache coming on.
“Hey, you ok Ezran?” Andeers asked true concern alive in his cinnamon eyes.
Ezran opened her mouth to answer with a sharp retort, but she quickly closed it as she realized that, no she was not okay. He head was spinning and she was finding it hard to breath. The last thing she heard before her vision went black was the ding of the lift doors opening and Andeers shriek of surprise.
Chapter 1
The sky was dark and held the promise of a stormy day. Ezran sat with her face pressed against the window, causing it to fog with her breathing.
“Shouldn’t you be logging these articles Miss Twill?”
Ezran jumped and sheepishly faced her boss Mr. Meran, the museum director. He was a tall, reedy man who had a demeaning habit of peering at a person over his wire rimmed glasses with a perpetual frown in his sharp grey eyes. He had no problem vocalizing his reluctance to hire Ezran, who he believed to be “a young and unfurnished thin wisp of a girl” to fill the vacancy left by the former secretary.
“Sorry Mr. Meran.” Ezran stammered out. He always gave her such a start with his habit of sneaking soundlessly behind people.
“I was just noticing the sky.”
“The sky, child?” he repeated, looking over her for some small sign of her sanity.
“Well I was looking for the rain,” Ezran stated blushing hotly.
“Ah, the rain. I see,” Mr. Meran replied, though his face still holding its frown. “Well why don’t you take this cart down to Hudson, Ms. Twill?”
The fact that Mr. Meran called his other assistant by his first name and her still by her last was not lost on Ezran.
“Yes Mr. Meran,” she said grabbing the handles of the stainless steel push cart and wheeling it to the elevator.
Ezran was a young woman fresh from her senior year of college. After graduation, she had returned home to her native Boston and moved back in with her parents until she could find an apartment. Soon, however, she needed her space. So she moved out into a single room apartment and started working at the local laundry mat to pay her rent check. But her boss Mrs. Jones and her husband had gotten lucky and won the lottery. They quickly closed down the shop and Ezran found herself without a job.
Too proud and stubborn to move back in with her parents, she lived off her meager savings until she became two week’s behind on the rent check.
Quickly realising she would have to pull in some cash and quick, she took to the local newspaper’s classified ads. To her great surprise and luck, the historic Harvard Museum of Natural History was looking for a secretary to replace one who recently passed. The ad stated that she would be in charge of logging new entries and documents into the computer and filing away donation paper work. She would work Monday to Friday, have access to the museum 24/7, and got 2 weeks of sick leave. On top of that her starting rate was 7.50 an hour.
She had been hired on the spot. Ezran learned, however, that this job wasn’t easy work. Her boss didn’t hesitant to show his displeasure at her getting the job, and often sent her to work in the basement logging papers. She also had to answer to Hudson Andeers, a dirty blond haired, brown eyed guy who would be attractive if he didn’t make it obvious he was attracted to her. He knew Mr. Meran thought he could do no wrong and used it to his utmost advantage which often was having Ezran do the job.
Ezran made it to the elevator lift that would take her to the basement. Pushing her sweaty bangs off of her forehead, she sent up a silent prayer that Hudson had taken an early lunch break. Unfortunately her prayers went unheard.
‘Hey! Hold the elevator Ezzy E!’
Ezran huffed.
“The name’s Ezran, Andeers. You’ll do well to remember that.”
Andeers just grinned like he had never been chastised. He leaned in unnecessarily close to Ezran to hit the close button on the lift’s door. When he leaned away, he took the chance to look down Ezran’s shirt to get a look at her breasts. She was unconscious of his gaze and he enjoyed a quick fantasy off taking her in the lift. Of her thick black hair coming free of her ponytail as she moaned his name. She was so uptight at work that he was convinced she was a vixen in bed.
“What are you doing tonight Ezzy E?”
Ezran let out a sigh. He always acted like her dislike of his horrible nickname didn’t exist.
“Nothing. I plan on going home and enjoying a hot shower and a well earned rest.”
She put extra emphasis on well earned as she glared up at him. He just smiled his lazy grin that pulled her in and repulsed her at the same time.
“And before you ask, no I will not have dinner with you so don’t even ask.”
Ezran rubbed her forehead. The lift was taking forever and she could feel a headache coming on.
“Hey, you ok Ezran?” Andeers asked true concern alive in his cinnamon eyes.
Ezran opened her mouth to answer with a sharp retort, but she quickly closed it as she realized that, no she was not okay. He head was spinning and she was finding it hard to breath. The last thing she heard before her vision went black was the ding of the lift doors opening and Andeers shriek of surprise.