About aromas, flowers and sex

Clop-clop-clop - metal taps of her heels were knocking hastily on the asphalt. Lunch break was almost over, and she had to run to the workplace to be in time. A young woman fluttered the stairs into the hall of tower office building where her TV studio was located on the sixth floor. At the door of the elevator she stopped and took a breath.

Eyes started to hypnotize the scoreboard of the cabin that was slowly leading down. A quick look at the watches – it is four minutes yet. The chief calls exactly at two pm. They have a performance game of cat-and-mouse: the mouse has to be in time at a workplace, and the cat that sympathizes to her to be disappointed by making sure that he has not caught her on late.

She heard the sound of footsteps behind and turned around. A colleague was approaching to her snappy.

- Hi, Sergey.

- Hello, Polina. Are we late?

- No, there's still time.

They fell silent. The elevator finally stopped on the first floor. She slipped into the open door, and stood with his finger stretched to the button of the sixth floor.

- Sergey, what`s up? - she asked surprised seeing that the young man stood at the entrance. His eyes were closed and he swayed his body back and forth slightly. Sergey opened his eyes, smiled and stepped into the cabin. They stood in silence but Polina felt a vague concern from the picture she just saw. Coming out of the elevator she stopped and said emphatically:

- What it was downstairs?

Sergey laughed:
- I'm sorry, Polina, it is absolutely unconscious. You have such a smell!

- What??? - Polina rocked by terror and leaned against the wall.

She spent her lunchtime shamelessly on assignation with her lover who had returned from a business trip. Of course, they could not wait until the evening. Fortunately, she lived very close to her workplace, so they had forty minutes for a dizzying sex. Anyway it was so few of these happy moments that she could not take at least some of it out to take a shower after Artem’s hot embraces. She ran out of the apartment flushed and happy, leaving the beloved one to rest in her tiny apartment.

"I smell of sex" - Pauline blushed.

- What's wrong? - Sergey grabbed her arm – you smell of violets now. Amazing flavor - and he smiled again detached.

"Oh, my God" - Polina sighed with relief - "Violets! How to come up with such idea! "

- It’s OK. Thank you, Sergey, - she laughed softly and hurried to her workplace where the interoffice phone rang a few seconds later and the Chief’s voice softly asked in a handset:
- Are you already on a workplace, Ms. Polina?

- Of course, I am fagging already; - Polina has reported and thought that she did not know the smell of violets. She had no chance until now to smell those tiny flowers. "I need to remember: an amazing flavor. It turns out to be a smell of my happiness".