“Right, how foolish of me!” I replied softly.
“Quite all right,” he said in a normal tone. “Shall we go?”
“Sure. So how was your morning?”
“Oh, you know, the usual stuff, reviewing the sales calls I’d made and what our prospects were. Who needs a follow up. Who needs a proposal. Pretty mundane, but somebody’s got to pay the bills around here.”
“Anything promising?” I asked, following his lead, as we reached the front entrance. He held the door for me and we walked to his car.
“There are several, but that means I’ll be pretty busy,” he concluded as he opened the passenger door and then took the driver’s seat. Turning to me with a big smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll always have time for you!”
“You’d better!” I scolded jokingly. “I’d kiss you right now, but there could easily be prying eyes about.”
“Good idea. As was your sending me the heads up text. I absolutely loved the pictures, but it was a really good thing to know they were coming. I was still in with Chuck.”
“I didn’t know where you were, and after the issue at the ballgame, I figured it was best,” I said as he started to drive. “So where we going?”
“Brick House. I figured we could return to the scene of the crime.”
“A crime of passion?”
“Indeed it was, but changing subjects, what exactly did you say to Betty this morning?”
“Basically, what we agreed. Friday chat, Saturday baseball and Sunday dinner. I did tell her she was wrong about you — that you are a kind and thoughtful man with a great sense of humor. Although tempted to tell her the lurid details of our weekend and how that would really get her goat, I refrained. But…I also added she was right about one thing — you’ve got a lovely house. Why?”
“You little devil!” he said teasingly. “It explains a lot, but I’m glad I got to work before you did and met with Chuck. Before we got down to business, I told him about our dating and thanked him for introducing us. He was pleased and commented there was a little more bounce in my step this morning.”
“Okay, so what’s that got to do with Betty?”
“Just wait, cuz you’ll love it!” he exclaimed as he parked the car and we went inside.
Once seated at a table, I said, “Well come on, spill it. Don’t keep me waiting!”
“But that’s one of the things I do best,” he said.
“That you do, but now’s not the time.”
“Okay, so Chuck and I had moved on to business, when who should knock on his office door but Betty. She was not happy to see me and must have figured he’d be alone. The disappointment on her face was perfect.”
“If it was anything like the look I got when I mentioned your house, I’ll bet it was!”
“So she’s standing there, not sure what to say, although I’m sure she’d composed a speech for Chuck. My presence shredded that plan. So Chuck asks her if there’s something she needs. She gets all flustered, but finally came out with it, starting off that it’s probably best that I’m there anyway. Then she got all third party professional that it has come to her attention that you and I are dating and that most companies prohibit such things because of the issues that can arise, blah, blah, blah.”
“So Chuck asks her if that’s in the OTP employee manual. Well, no, she says. And he says, that means we’ve got nothing to discuss and she shouldn’t have a problem with it. Is there anything else? I’ve got a lot ground to cover with George from his trip. No? Okay, thank you, Betty.”
“Oh my god! What did she do?”
“She just said, ‘I understand’ and left, tail between her legs.”
“Wish I could have seen that!”
“Wait. It gets better. Chuck really blew me away when he said, and I quote, ‘She does great work, but, damn, that woman needs a good shtupping.”
“No way!”
“Way! It was so uncharacteristic of him; I didn’t know what to say, but eventually said, ‘Don’t look at me!’ We had a great laugh over it and then got back to business.”
“I’d have to agree with his assessment, but don’t you get any ideas!”
“Ew,” he said making a sour face and then whispered, “and if you were a guy, I’d say, I wouldn’t even fuck her with your dick!”
I practically fell over with laughter, but eventually composed myself. The waiter came; we ordered lunch, both having salads that were delivered shortly.
“Now,” he said with extreme gravity, “It has come to my attention that some employees are sending naked selfies to other employees…”
“Is there anything prohibiting that in the OTP employee manual?”
“Well, no.”
“Then, there shouldn’t be a problem with it.”
“Nope, as a matter of fact, I’m all for it! A real morale booster,” he said, leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. Damn, this is fun!
“So, I take it you liked them?”
“How could I not? They were fabulous. I was just bowled over that you had the nerve to do it.”
“Being that I knew you really couldn’t come over to squeeze my boobs, it was the least I could do.”
“That was far from least. And a wonderful distraction. And speaking of distractions, do you still want me to send the boardwalk pictures?”
“As hesitant as I was this morning, count me in now. Sending you those texts earlier has my motor running.”
“Cool. I’ll edit them for you before sending them, so all you have to do is post them, but, again, only what you’re comfortable with.”
“I doubt I’ll have time to post them all and respond to the comments.”
“Tell you what,” he proposed. “Just post a few, as a teaser. Promise to come back after work. That should give you a good distraction while you pack.”
“Just one problem. I promised Judy I’d fill her in on the weekend, and I’m not a good multitasker. Nor do I want her to know about our new hobby.”
“No problem. When you get home then. I’m sure Judy will want the blow by blow, so to speak,” he teased, to our mutual amusement. His casual reference to ‘home’ didn’t hurt either.
“Thanks. I think we’d better get back to work. We don’t want people thinking we got a room.”
“Next time,” he said with a wink — I wasn’t sure if he was kidding. “But you’re right.”
He paid the tab and we went back to OTP where we picked up our work related conversation through the parking lot and into the building. I’m wasn’t sure how long I could carry on this charade, as all I wanted was one of his soul satisfying kisses before we parted, but for now I’ll deal with it. Oh well, back to work.
I’d been at my desk for about half an hour, editing photos and artwork for a new marketing push that would be going up on the OTP website, my phone exploded with incoming text message notifications. That could only mean one thing.
As I had done earlier, the first message warned of what was to follow. I quickly surveyed my surroundings. Okay, the coast was clear. The images went from the suggestive to graphic, much as I remembered our antics, fostering a tingling in my pussy. Still, the fear of posting from my desk was too strong. The last thing I needed was a surprise visit from Betty – or my boss! I’ll wait til my three o’clock break and do it in the bathroom. What time is it now? Damn! Only quarter to two.
Alright then, back to reality. Although I did finish most of the graphics, spying my phone on the desk was a major distraction. Almost like it was beckoning me. Finally, the time arrived. I stowed my phone in my purse and went to the bathroom, where the mirror immediately reminded me of my previous visit, then turned to lock the door.