I was working late again – that had become a habit. I was a year into this new job and I don't think I'd come home before 11pm more than twice.
Sometimes I'd get a break and have to attend a function somewhere in the city, a few drinks talking shop with colleagues and perhaps a passing glance at a beautiful woman.
These days passing glances was about all the amounted to a sex life for me. Being single and a man who was determined to make it to the top didn't really allow for much of a social life. My thoughts of late however, had been drifting towards a co-worker, Debbi.
Debbi worked downstairs as a senior account rep in our company. Besides being so busy, I never thought I had much of a chance with her. She was a few years older than me and absolutely one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She stood at about 5'5" with shoulder length wavy brown hair. She was a petite woman with one of the best asses around. To complete the perfect package was a set of piercing blue eyes and a smile that whenever she looked at me, sent shivers through my spine and a jolt to my loins.
We had worked on a number of projects together and I admit at first concentrating on the job was difficult. Whatever she wears seems to fit her perfectly. Every article of clothing perfectly articulating her body, she never dressed trashy. Who knew that business outfits were very flattering?
Last night Debbi and I both attended a celebration party for one our accounts. We had both had a few drinks and enjoyed a great talk. One of the benefits of working together all this time was that we had become friendly enough that we could talk openly with each other. This recent project had become so intense that I had forgotten about the lust I always kept inside for her and really focused on the work.
It was almost impossible to catch a cab after the party so Debbi and I ended up sharing one. We talked for a while and as she got out at her stop she said, "Mike, I'm so glad you were there tonight. You know how much I hated this project and I know how busy you are, so thanks for taking the time out and keeping me company."
I told her that the diversion from the office was welcome and that I would be happy to keep her company any time. She smiled and out of the blue told me that I was cute to be so polite and then leaned in for the customary kiss on the cheek – or so I thought. She ran her hand along my chest and kissed me on the lips, slightly licking my upper lip with the very tip of her tongue, winked and got out of the cab.
I was so shocked and spent the next fifteen minutes kicking myself for not leaping out of the cab and following her to her door. I spent the whole night tossing and turning wondering what would have happened if I had returned the kiss.
So there I was at 8pm, my thoughts drifting to the brief kiss from Debbi the night before. I was so into reliving those 30 seconds that I didn't hear her knock on my door.
"Got a minute?" She asked. As I looked up, I laughed at the how cliché the scene was. Here I was dreaming of her and there she was standing in my doorway in a white blouse, tight black pants, her hair down on her shoulders and the light from the outer hallway making a body halo around her.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing", I answered. "You look like an angel in that light. The angel of the office – sounds silly doesn't it?"
"Honey, you don't know me that well. Angel is one thing I've never been called!" She replied with a wink.
"That wink always gets me." I blurted out. "Sorry – What can I do for you?" I hate when the filter between my brain and mouth breaks down.
"Well Mike, we were both pretty buzzed last night and I just want to make sure that everything is ok between us. Sometimes I get a little carried away with someone I really like and tend to be forward."
"Uh…no…it was fine. I mean I uh… no worries…um…" I stammered. Great, now the filter was working but my mouth had shut down.
