I'd never been more nervous for a day to begin. The office looked different, as I stared up at it from my idling car. Trepidation had taken hold of me. My hands kneaded the steering wheel as the morning talk radio host blathered on about this or that.
Her car was in the parking lot. She was in there somewhere - my subordinate, my best friend, and the woman, who the day before, I had fucked right in my office.
In less than a day, my whole world had totally changed. Everything felt different. My job was no longer my job. It was an excuse to be with Amy. She was no longer just my friend. She held my heart. She was no longer merely a coworker. She was the object of my desire. As exciting as that all was, it also left me feeling uneasily vulnerable. I was, after all, married. My life as I knew it was in her hands and she could bring it all crashing down.
Walking into the office, there she was. Even bathed in florescent light, she looked beautiful. She was wearing her hair down. It was tossed to one side. Her stocking clad legs were crossed, only barely covered by her short black skirt. A matching black jacket hung from the back of her chair. The only thing hiding her shapely breasts was a fitted white tank. The office was cool, as it always was. Her nipples poked through the fabric.
We had agreed to spend lunch together, but I wanted her right then and there. Patience was going to be difficult, but nowhere near as difficult as greeting her as nonchalantly as I had countless times in the past. The tension between us was thick. We shared our corner of the building with three other people. They would suspect something as soon as I walked by. I was sure of it.
After an awkward good morning, I purposefully kept my distance from everyone. I was asked if everything was ok at least three times. The road to my highly anticipated lunch rendezvous with Amy was long and arduous. I weathered it poorly, but finally the hour had arrived. She agreed to leave 10 minutes after I did, so as to not arouse suspicions. We were to meet at a nearby park. The intention was to walk the park's heavily wooded trails and talk to sort things out. Those plans would end up changing rather quickly.
It was a glorious fall day. The air was crisp but not cold and the turning leaves twinkled as they danced in the light breeze. I waited in my car for Amy to arrive with butterflies in my stomach. She pulled up right next me. I met her at her door, took her by the hand, and kissed her. It seemed to surprise us both. Her lips were as soft and sweet as I remembered and what I meant to be a romantic peck turned into a passionate embrace.
Walking down the trail, Amy grabbed my hand and held it. The feeling was like that of breaking in a new pair of shoes. It was awkward until we found the specific pattern with which our laced fingers felt most comfortable.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Not a wink," I grinned. "How about you?"
"Like a baby," she jested. Amy and I loved to rib one another. I always believed that was one of the reasons why we became such fast friends. You need a certain degree of safety with a person to be able to razz, or be razzed, by them.
As we walked, we enjoyed the same small talk and banter that we always had which was a huge relief. Then the trees opened up and we found ourselves at a well manicured baseball field. I stopped her and sat her on one of the bleachers. "Amy, I am worried," I said, getting to the heart of the matter. "There are a million ways that this could go wrong and only one that will lead to a happily ever after for each of us."
