When the delivery guy at her new office turns his attentions to newly divorced single mother Darcy, she brushes it off as flattery, but the encounter awakens something deep inside her. A desire, a lust, a growing need for intimacy, for passion, for release. Her friend tells her it’s time to ‘get back on the horse’, so what if Darcy was to follow the delivery guy outside to his van, and act on those desires?
I never would have thought that that Wednesday morning – so boring and ordinary on the surface – would change everything for me, but when I look back, that’s where it all started really. That’s when my bad girl was unleashed.
“It’s nearly time ladies, check your lippy, he’ll be here soon,” yelled Sophie across the office. I smiled but didn’t reply. As the new girl, I didn’t want to assume myself included in the office shenanigans – and rather hoped I wouldn’t be dragged into them. Apparently the mounting excitement was due to the imminent regular Wednesday visit from the delivery guy, some kind of Adonis by all accounts, who apparently caused women to fall over themselves with lust and start acting like hormone powered boy crazy teenage girls! I kid you not – it was all I’d heard about all morning, I felt as if I was in an out-dated sexist soda advert or something. My plan was to keep my head down, get my work done so I could pay the bills, and then go home to the remnants of my life. But that didn’t stop me grinning at the squeals of the two other ladies in the office – and then grinning even wider as I caught sight of Andrew, the only man who worked in our shared space, rolling his eyes. Continue reading