“What about those old timers as you called them just waiting for retirement,” Miranda then asked.
“That is going to be a bit tougher, but I am confident you will find a way,” I commented with a smile.
“Will I need executive approval” Miranda inquired further.
“Ask Mr. Peterson and tell him your situation, and I will back you up,” I said reassuringly. “He’s pretty open minded and flexible.”
“Thanks Lennie, you’re a sweetheart,” Miranda said putting her hand on mine and giving me a hug and a soft gentle kiss on the cheek. She then put her arm around me on the back of the bench.
It was like we had passed the first level of our relationship and were now connecting on a more intimate level. Then came the hard question.
“So tell me truthfully Lennie,” Miranda said softly. “What was your first opinion about me,” was her next question.
Ah, one of those age old trick questions you just can’t win at. Do you tell the truth and risk alienating a new possible friend(and possibly more), or do you lie like a dog and get caught in a lie, then lose their respect. As tactfully as I could, I told Miranda that I had originally formed an ill-formed opinion based on what others said.
“Good answer,” Miranda replied, and surprisingly enough, she kissed me on the lips softly. “At least you’re honest. I know that people think I am an asshole, and I believe the nicknames some have given me are and I quote ‘Ye Ole Ball Buster and Nut Cracker.'”
“I also have come to know a little something about you over the last seven months sweetie,” Miranda added. “I know that you are firm, but fair, and that you respect those who work for you. Also, you honestly don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and I thank you for being the gentleman and sparing mine.”
“Well,” I replied, “I must confess that since I have watched you and come to know you, I have determined that you are not what everyone has made you out to be. By contrast, you are a very charming, very lovely, and if I may be so bold as to say, very attractive woman and someone with who I can hope to work much closer with and get to know better.”
“Mmmmmmm, I would like that very much like that too,” Miranda replied softly smiling and running her hand over mine and giving me another kiss on the lips. “Why don’t we get to know each other better by having dinner and drinks tonight.”
“Sounds good,” I replied, “but I insist that you let me pay this time,” I added.
“Deal,” Miranda said with a sweet smile, and with that we both kissed.
“Now Lennie my dear, I have one last question,” Miranda said. “It’s deeply personal and if you don’t want to answer, I will understand.”
“Go for it,” I replied with a confident smile. “I’m pretty much an open book.”
“Okay hun, here it goes,” Miranda began and then posed her question. “So Lennie, I gotta tell you something,” Miranda said with a sweet smile. “You know, you are the only one in the office besides Mr. Peterson who hasn’t tried to scheme his way into my pants. Why is that?”
I was sort of taken off guard, and simply replied that I wasn’t a skirt womanizer or a skirt chaser any more and chose to let a relationship develop naturally. However that hadn’t always been the case.
I told her that In college and all through my twenties, I was very much a party animal and chased women and had many a sexual conquests with women my age and some older, both single and married.
Looking at me it was easy to understand why women found me attractive. At 6’2″ tall, weighing 195 pounds, with sandy blonde hair which I kept short, blueish green eyes, a muscular build with washboard abs and ruggedly handsome looks, sort of like a young James Dean, I was quite popular with the women.
I went on to explain that that lifestyle had suited me okay, until I hit my 30’s. I told her I kinda got burned out on all the one night stands, and wanted something more. Also, a few “baby momma” scares made me realize that if I was going to still be sexually active, I needed to make sure that I wasn’t going to be the one who contributed to making a baby, so I had “the operation,” otherwise known as a vasectomy.
Lastly, I told her that I had a few more short term relationships that were sexual in nature and they were good, but nothing seemed to click, so about four months before taking the job with the publishing company, I was just going to allow “fate” as it is called bring my soulmate into my life. I wasn’t swearing off sex, but I was just going to let what ever happened, happen.
Miranda listened intently then with a smile said “Well maybe fate has determined it is the right time,” giving me a long sensual kiss on the lips. “I know I have felt a special connection, and I am sure you have as well.”
“Oh yeah, most definitely” I replied confidently. “I feel the exact same way about you.”
“Well hon, since you were honest with me, I guess I will be honest with you,” Miranda said with a soft smile. Miranda then went on to tell me that in college, she had a loser boyfriend who she deeply loved and thought he loved her.
They were together for a total of four years and became sexually intimate. She had two pregnancies that ended badly, one was atopic and one was a miscarriage. As a result of two failed pregnancies, and upon further medical tests and exams, her doctor said that she was at high risk for future problems, and that it was best she had a partial hysterectomy, so she did.
Her boyfriend stepped out on her after that and cheated on her, and then dumped her after a year. His reasons for cheating on and breaking up with her were that in his mind, she was damaged goods, and he felt he wanted a “real woman”(his words), so he treated her horribly, then dumped her.
That is when she decided that she was going to protect herself, and if it meant being an ice cold bitch, then so be it. She still had sex, but she set the tone and was very selective. She also kept the person at arm’s length, never allowing herself to get close to him emotionally. Then I came into her orbit, and things slowly began to change, and she let herself believe she could find true love again.
I leaned over and kissed her sensually on the lips and she returned the kiss, I told her I would never cheat on her and she implicitly knew that I was being honest and not the kind to run around like some horn dog in heat, humping everything in sight that was remotely female.
By now, it was now about 2:30. and we left the restaurant and walked to her car, I opened her door to the car and as she was getting ready to get into the car, she suddenly paused, turned towards me, threw her arms around me, pulled me to her, and laid a long deep wet kiss on me.
Miranda had her hot tight little body pressed into mine and as she kissed me, she rubbed it up against mine and slid her leg across mine. She also grinded her crotch against mine and I am quite sure she felt my raging hard on that was now pulsating through my pants.
“What was that for,” I said with a breathless smile as we broke the kiss. “It’s not that I am complaining, because I am not,” I added. “It’s just that kiss caught me off guard.”