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The office is far too quiet without her bright chatter and the warmth that she brings to a room. She just makes everything better.
Working for the nonprofit has been a good fit for me and I enjoy the work and knowing we are making a difference. Mornings are hard for me though. My body stiffens up overnight and it takes a lot to get me going. Knowing Blaire is there pushes me to get up earlier than I would normally and do my stretches, take the extra time for a long hot shower, and spend the few extra minutes it takes to douse myself in muscle rub. I wouldn’t say there’s a spring in my step when I come to work, but it's as close as it’s ever going to get again.
I didn’t fully realize how much I looked forward to her smiling face until I come in this morning and she’s not there.
Immediately my thoughts tailspin. Is she sick? Looking for another job?
Thankfully, before I can truly panic, she sweeps in fifteen minutes late looking bright and lovely in a green shirt that perfect matches her eyes and elegant black trousers that cup her hips and ass in ways that send my blood pressure skyrocketing. I’m so relieved to see her, I don’t mention her tardiness.
During our weekly meeting, my gaze returns to her again and again, like it always does. Several times our eyes meet, and my words get tangled on my tongue and I stutter like a love-sick boy.
Which is ridiculous. I’m thirty-nine and haven’t been a boy for a long time. Love-sick, I am though.
Despite knowing it’s wrong, and all the ways this can spectacularly blow up in my face, I grow bold when Blaire lingers in the conference room after the meeting, almost as if she too is waiting for something to happen between us.
It’s crazy, and I should at least wait until after work hours. But here we are alone, and it feels like the perfect time to talk with her, one on one, and test the waters and see how open she would be to dating or at least having lunch together.
I pause beside her chair, my eyes lingering on her shiny red hair. Like everything else about her, it’s gorgeous. I want to reach out and shift my fingers through it. To gently caress her cheeks and test for myself if her skin is as soft as it looks. To kiss those cherry red lips of hers and coat myself in her taste while smearing her lipstick all over.
In short, I want to ravish Blaire.
And in turn, I want her to ravish me. To claim and want me as badly as I do her.
Which is why I commit a HR nightmare, blurting out, “My dick does work.”
Blaire’s head shoots up, her luscious lips rounding in a large O while her eyes fairly pop.
I think mine are just as wide. That was not what I was intending to say. Not at all.
“Oh shit! You heard us talking about that!” she exclaims, her eyes darting to the still open conference room door.
Carefully, I make my way to the door and close it, praying nobody else in the office is aware that the two of us are still in here, before going back over to the table. Blaire watches my every move.
Yes, I definitely heard her and Savannah talking about my dick and whether it worked a few weeks ago. I’ve been mulling over that for a while now. But it was something I planned to keep to myself.
Blaire recovers quickly from the shock. Getting out of her chair, she faces me. “You think a hard dick is the only thing I care about?”
Swallowing, I try to ignore the way the hard points of her nipples stab through the green silk of her blouse. “No, of course not.”
“And why are you talking about your dick at work with an employee?” she snaps, her fine red eyebrows lowering over her glittering green eyes.
Her gaze drops to the front of my pants and the dick in question.
Grinning, I prop my butt against the long conference table, putting my groin on full display and the fact that I’m getting hard is very apparent.
If I had any fears about Blaire going to HR, if we even had an HR department, I wouldn’t be so forward. But the way her eyes are locked on my dick tells me that’s not the case at all.
“Why were you talking about your boss' dick with another employee?” I counter, feeling my erection surge further when her tongue darts out and swipes along her top lip.
“This is insane!” Blaire says, taking a step closer, the sweet perfume she wears weaving around me and making me ache to taste her skin.
“Is it?” I angle my body, resting most of my weight on the table and releasing my crutches to prop next to me. “What's insane is that two grown adults need to dance around their attraction to each other because they work together.”
Carefully I reach out my hand, feathering my fingers along the bare skin of her forearm, hearing the shuddering gasp she sucks in at my touch. “Tell me I’m wrong. That I’m imagining things, and we’ll forget this whole conversation.”
Her eyes lock with mine.
“We work well together, Blaire. I think we could be something good together.”
