Page 5 of Dangerous Desires

They nodded. “Thank you,” he said with his own thick, accented English. “We doesn’t speak Swedish.”

“That’s fine,” Birgitta said. “Do you have your forms?”

The boy passed the papers over eagerly. Birgitta glanced at his face for a moment. He was young, no older than eighteen. His face was cleanly shaven and his cheeks were plump with baby fat. Even though his body was tall and slightly lanky, Birgitta could tell that he was going to fill out well when he grew older.

She tried not to look at his full lips and his beautiful brown eyes too much, otherwise, she might not be able to control herself.

Damnit, she thought as she flicked through the pages, trying to seem calm.Damn that steamy novel to hell.

It had infected her mind with dirty, inappropriate thoughts. She liked the idea of sleeping with someone of another ethnicity but she couldn’t think of it at work. Birgitta liked living life how she wanted but if she were found to be openly flirting with the patrons, she would be fired on the spot.

The papers in front of her stated that they’d come seeking asylum and were trying to get themselves a residence permit card, allowing them to stay in Sweden indefinitely. As she looked through the form, she made sure all of the information was correct.

If the file was sent with a mistake on it, the government would automatically deny the application. Birgitta didn’t want that to happen. Getting these forms was an expensive process these people likely couldn’t afford to keep paying for. Starting life over somewhere new and totally alien was hard enough. Birgitta didn’t want to make it any harder for them, unlike some of the agents she worked with.

As far as she could tell, everything looked good. Pulling up their file on her computer, lightly tapping her fingertips against the keys, she searched for their information. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the young man staring at her. His eyes weren’t aiming at her face, though. They were looking about eight inches lower than that.

Birgitta tried to suppress a smile as she realized what he was staring at. That morning, she’d been a little conservative with her outfit choice. She wore a black sweater, black pants, and black pumps. The sweater had a v-neck cut that swooped down to reveal her cleavage. That’s where this young man’s eyes were trained.

A shiver rolled down Birgitta’s spine as she wondered what he was thinking. Had the young boy ever seen a woman naked before? Had he touched a woman’s breasts? Had he made love to anyone? By the way he was staring, Birgitta thought not. His eyes were bulging out of his head and his mouth was hanging slightly open. It seemed like they were the first pair he’d ever seen.

The file finally loaded on the painfully slow computer system and Birgitta could see all of their information. They’d come to Sweden just as the weather was turning cold, only a couple of months ago. They were still trying to get themselves settled but were having troubles.

The boy’s mother was having trouble learning the language and, as such, she couldn’t find work. Birgitta sighed heavily. How was this family going to support themselves if the mother couldn’t work? There was no father listed for either of the children. It was likely that the boy wanted to go to university instead of going straight into work.

Frowning, Birgitta wondered how she could help them. The people at her local church would be willing to help this lady learn Swedish. Maybe she could find the lady some work, too. She’d told previous agents she was willing to do anything to earn money. Birgitta made a mental note to mention it at the end of the meeting. For now, she had to double-check if everything on the forms was correct then make copies.

She turned away from the computer and picked up the sheets of paper once more. Reaching across the desk, she intentionally squeezed her arms together to emphasize her cleavage, and handed the boy the papers.

“Please, check that everything is right,” she said kindly. “If you’re not sure about a question, ask me.”

She doubted that the boy had heard anything she’d said. He was staring at her bosom, in his own little world. It was only when his mother elbowed him, shocking him out of his trance, that he came back to life. He cleared his throat, looked down at the forms, and nodded as he read.

Birgitta couldn’t help but feel smug about the encounter. How often did she get that reaction from Kent or men on the streets? Never. None of them ever looked at her like that, with such amazement and longing.

I should dress like this more often at work,she thought.What a confidence boost.

Chapter three

Set yourself on fire

Theskywasalreadystarting to darken by the time Birgitta left work. She gazed up at the deep, blue sky as she walked toward the parking garage. The trees all around her were shedding. The gold and crimson leaves slowly floating down to the ground. The sight of it saddened her. Soon winter would be upon her—long days filled with only a couple hours of sunshine. The only bright spark in her future was the holidays.

Right before Christmas, Julia would be coming home from university to spend time with the family. Birgitta tried to be happy for her daughter but sometimes she just couldn’t help wishing she was living back home. No matter how many times she told herself that this was the natural progression of life, the pain still remained.

Years ago, when Birgitta was a new mom, her own mother had warned her about the empty nest feeling. Birgitta had waved her mother away dismissively. She’d been so sure that she would be cool, different from her own mother. But, when it came down to it, she was just the same. The evenings and weekends moved so slowly without Julia at home and the house was always deathly silent.

Just thinking about it deepened Birgitta’s sadness. She pushed the thought aside as she approached her car. Her feet stopped a couple of feet away from her car, the keys jangling in her hand. Both cars on either side had parked too close, barely leaving enough room for her to open her door. Feeling her whole body deflate at the sight, Birgitta wondered how the hell she was going to get into her car.

As she eased between the tiny gap she held her breath trying to make her body as small as possible. Her ass rubbed against her car. She heaved herself up onto tiptoes to avoid her buttons scratching the paint. It took her a couple of minutes to get the car door open and even longer to squeeze inside without shoving her door into the side of the next car.

When she sank into the driver's seat and closed the door, she let out a grateful sigh. She was in and hadn’t damaged anything. Relief washed over her as she realized the long workday was finally behind her. All she had to do was go to the shop, pick up a couple of things, then she’d be able to go home and relax for the rest of the night.

Driving to the store, she thought about what she’d do when she got home—run a bath, watch TV, or maybe read a book. She pulled out of the parking garage and imagined herself in the steaming bath, bubbles popping all around her. She fantasized about her limbs gently warming as bath salts fizzed beneath her skin. It was all she could think about. Her muscles were sore and tense from sitting at a desk all day and her mind just wouldn’t stop turning.

It didn’t help that she’d read her romance novel at lunch. She’d set herself on fire. She could still feel the lustful burning inside. All the young men that were paraded in front of her only made it worse. Every time she saw their beautiful faces she imagined kissing them. Birgitta knew if she didn’t stop thinking about it by the time she got home, she’d have to fuck her husband to try and quench her thirst.

Birgitta drove to the store in a daze, trying her best to concentrate on the road. If she allowed herself to daydream, she’d probably end up veering off the road. The last thing she needed was to crash her car.

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