He passed a young woman putting a refreshment table together​ against a wall in front of a bunch of slots. She looked to be in her early thirties, she was the slightest bit chubby, and she had an innocence about her that attracted him.

     "Would you be needing any help?" Adam asked.

     "No no no no." She had a slight African accident. She was in the process of filling two dozen cups with soda and ice. "I'll need no help from the guests, thank you very much. No, just enjoy yourself while I..."   

     "There must be something I can do. That soda, for instance. That looks awfully heavy."

     "It's not heavy at..."

​     "Where are you getting it from? From here? From inside this storeroom?" 

     "Hey! That's restricted! You can't..."

     She chased him into the storage area. He pulled liters of soda out of a cardboard case. 

​     "Let me do that." She went to pull the soda out of Adam's hand, and, as she did, their hips touched. Her breath caught. Sexual desire swept through her like an electric current. She pulled away from him like he'd slapped her. "I...I..."

​     "I know. It's a little hard to take in all at once. What's your name, darling?"

     "Masha." 

     "Well, you're a beautiful woman, Masha."

​     "Why...thank you."

     "I don't want to be a nuisance. I was just..."

​     "No no, you're..." Masha found herself in the doorway blocking Adam's way out. She'd never been so overcome with desire ever. Who was this man? What, did he sweat sexual hormones? Is that why...why... 

     "You're busy," Adam said. "Let me leave you to your work."

​     But she wouldn't let him go. "I'm sorry, but I don't think...I mean, I...I..." 

     Adam shut her mouth by kissing her full on the lips.

​     The trouble came with the jeans. She was so flustered, so suddenly out of her element, that she got clumsy struggling to get them off. It was Adam who, finally, in one swift motion, pulled her jeans and panties off to throw over his shoulder. She kept her blouse on. She rested her butt on the corner of the work table while she moaned and pulled on his rock hard butt cheeks. They climaxed at the exact same moment. Adam rezipped himself while she fumbled to get her jeans back on.     

     "I've...I've never..." she stammered. "I mean, I'm practically..."

     "It's a standard reaction." He kissed her forehead before leaving the storeroom. "Let me tell you something though...Masha?"

     "Yes?"  

     "You're beautiful, Masha."

     "Why..."  

     "You're beautiful, and I will never forget you for as long as I live."

     "O-Okay." 

​     "Okay, then." Adam left the storage area and almost ran right into a pair of tall, husky guys wearing sunglasses and earplugs. 

     "Security?" he asked. 

     "That stockroom is for employees only," one of them said. "What were you doing in there?"

​     Masha nervously combed her hair with her fingers. "He wanted to help me bring out the soda. I told him that I absolutely did not want any help, but he insisted."

     One of the men shot a stern look at Adam while the other one shot a stern look at Masha. Again, she began to stammer.  "I...I...He...I tried..." ​

     "Please," Adam said. "This is my fault. This woman's done nothing but act in the most professional manner possible." Adam assumed he was being scanned and analyzed even as they spoke. Well, he had no intention of just standing around. "So, if you'll excuse me, I find that I, at last, am getting a little hungry." He went to brush past the men, but, for the moment at least, they weren't ready to just let him leave. 

     Adam gave him a look like, oh, you want to start a fight? You want to make a scene with all these influential people looking on?

​     A pause from the two goons, then, 

​     "Stay in the designated area, please," one of them said to Adam. The other one looked at Masha, like, we'll deal with you later. Adam liked her. He genuinely regretted getting her into any trouble whatsoever. Well, there was nothing he could do to make it up to her right then, so...

​     He turned to go back to the food. 

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