Mr. Woodwork.

I Wake up with a big smile on my face. Not because it’s going to be my first day at work or something… I mean c’mon, it’s Monday. No one’s happy on Mondays.

I’m happy because I get to see Mr Woodwork again today. That isn’t actually his name though. I only call him that because he’s a Craftsman.

A very hot one. Jesus!

I stumbled upon him while job hunting one hot afternoon. It didn’t help because only looking at him alone did things to me. It made me feel hot all over. I have never seen such a gorgeous man before.

When I saw him, he was making some sort of wooden table. But the table wasn’t my problem. I practically drooled from staring at him for a good minute before I left. Like I said, I was seriously thirsty.

I’ve seen him four more times since that day and my o my, did it only get better.

On the first day, he had a shirt on. On the second day, he wore a shirt and clear safety goggles. On the third day, he was mostly on a phone call so I left. On the fourth day, he caught me but I managed to maneuver my way out of the situation by pretending like I got lost. On the fifth day, which was about two days ago, I saw him shirtless. My God! Those abs are to die for.

Bernice, my flatmate called me a creep when she asked me how I knew what he was wearing on the days I saw him. whatever. I didn’t mind, anyway. She does way more freaky things than anyone can imagine.

“Girl, use the car.” Bernice tells me but I tell her no. If I use the car, then I’d have to go through the hassle of finding a parking spot which might steal from the little time I have to checkout Mr Woodwork. Using the bus is far better. Stressful and maybe unsafe, but better.

Grabbing my handbag and house keys, I say goodbye to Bernice and head out. Happily walking to the bus stop, I decide that it’s going to be a good first day at work today.

Work was amazing today and I can tell that my night will only get better. I realize that I might have spoken too soon because on reaching my hiding spot behind the workshop, I don’t see Mr Woodwork. Infact, the whole place is dark and locked.

I sigh and stand up straight to head home when two things happen. A cinnamon like smell wafts through my nostrils, and I feel a huge presence behind me. The stranger doesn’t give me time to assimilate what’s happening as he forcefully turns me around, holding me in a chokehold.

Never would I have imagined that I would be caught during one of my stakeouts and even worse, by Mr Woodwork himself.

Looking at him up close, he’s even more handsome. He has a scar running across his left eyes which doesn’t taint his beauty even the slightest. I would be drooling over how pretty he is if I wasn’t already out of breath from the position he has me in.

“I don’t believe you’re lost this time around.” His deep rough voice comes out in a whisper. I don’t know what to say though. This is the first time I’m left speechless. I usually always have more than a few words to say.

“I don’t know.” I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Did Roman send you to spy on me? Because you’ve done a terrible job at it” He’s still standing close to me. Too close.

“I don’t know who roman is.” i try to step back because I’m panicking right now, but he pulls me back to him. This man has a dangerous aura surrounding him. I don’t know why it took me getting this close to him to realize it. I’m just hoping I get out of this alive.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I’m sure the only thing he sees in my eyes is fear. “How did he find me? And you better think twice before giving me a reply.”

“I-i really don’t know who Roman is.” I stutter. I consider telling him why I’ve been stalking him for the past three weeks but I don’t know how to say it without sounding stupid. Even I wouldn’t believe it. But I go with it anyway. “I’m sorry okay? I saw you and thought you were hot a-and I’ve been stalking ever since.” I finish in a low squeaky tone.

He looks at me for a second, probably trying to figure out if I’m lying or not. He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that I called him ‘hot’. This must be bad. Whoever this man is, something tells me that I might have just messed with the wrong person.

“Look, I don’t want trouble. I’ll leave now and you’ll never have to see me again. I’m sorry.” I say when he doesn’t say anything. It takes him a minute to release me and step back. He’s so huge that I’m just noticing the other two bulky men standing about eight feet from us.

“Go.” He commands, making way for me to pass. I don’t move though. There is no way in hell I will. I’ve seen enough scenarios like this in the movies to know that if I turn my back, he’ll shoot me.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I gulp nervously. I want to run out of here but I also don’t intend to die today. I mean for crying out loud, I haven’t even received my first paycheck nor have I ever been intimate before.

He must sense why I refuse to move because he beckons on his men for them to leave. Before he gets into the back seat of the black SUV parked near his men, he stops to look at me for a while before getting into the car and driving off.

You know those essays we were told to write in fourth grade about the most unforgettable day in our lives? Yeah, this is definitely it.

Long after they’re gone, I grab my bag from the floor and sprint to the bus station. I don’t know what just happened but I doubt this will be the last time I’ll be seeing Mr Woodwork. I hope I don’t. I don’t want to die.

Of course my body contradicts my thoughts because my mind conjures him up at night. I don’t know why I find myself in the workshop again even after he told me off. He catches me this time around and has my hands and feets chained. I’m put in a position where my legs are widely spread apart.

He’s standing a stone throw from me, staring at me intently with a whip in hand. I try to speak but no words come out of my mouth. That’s when I realize I have a gag in my mouth.

He approaches me still staring like he’s trying to figure out his next move. But that’s not true though because looking at him, I know he has everything panned out already. He definitely knows what he’s going to do to me.

On reaching me, he begins to unbutton my dress shirt and then my office pants. I’m left in my black panties and bra. I try to move but I’m chained tightly.

I should be scared about what he’s doing but deep down I’m craving his touch. I don’t want him to know that though. Ugh! Bernice would call me a slut if she finds out about this.

Mr Woodwork proceeds to unbuckle my bra. As soon as the cool breeze hits me, my tits stiffen. I’m so turned on. He twists a nipple with one hand and just as he moves to dip the other hand into my kitty, I wake up.

Christ!

I’m all sweaty and breathing hard now. I dip my hands in my panties to find that I’m actually dripping down there. I can’t believe I just had such a dream about Mr Woodwork. If I look at myself in the mirror, I’m very sure my face will be red from being flushed.

I reach for my bottle of water on the bed side table to cool down.

There’s no way in hell I’ll be avoiding him now. Self respect in the mud. I’m genuinely intrigued and would like to have a taste of that man. Consequences be damned.

After a painfully slow weekend, Monday arrives. One would think that after the events of last night, today would be a good day.

Firstly, work today was shitty. I didn’t get my expected pay check from the HR after closing today. Then I slammed my index finger on the door after an argument at the coffee shop. All of this doesn’t sum up my sadness when I saw Mr Woodwork’s workshop closed. I decide to wait for a while, and then when he doesn’t show up even after two weeks , I come to the sad realization that he’s already gone. Which hurts like hell.

Whoever he is, he most definitely didn’t want to be found by anyone, especially Roman. And when he caught me, that must’ve triggered something.

This is literally all of it, loves. I wasn’t kidding when i said it was short. I am Dobbergirl, and writing is my passion. I will publish more short stories like this, which will later be expanded into something much larger. In the meantime, you can check out some deets of my full length novels in the next chapters