Jenna's computer pinged, announcing the arrival of a new email. It probably wasn't him. She resisted responding, for even looking, for a moment, for two. But then temptation was too great and she switched to Outlook to check. It was him. The actual content of the email was quite banal. But there was that underlying sexual tension that could be discerned even through the email.
She should probably have never sent the first email. He had been the perfect gentleman when they met at the Christmas party. Well, OK, not quite the perfect gentleman. He hadn't backed off when she told him she was married. He had just smiled at her, maintaining calm, confident, eye contact. She knew she was attracted to him, and knew it was a bad idea, but he'd slipped her his business card and suggested she call if she wanted to make some bad decisions.
Alright so she hadn't called him; but sending that first email had seemed almost inevitable. They worked on the same floor in a big office and hadn't met before that night. Now, in the way of such things, they saw each other all the time: sly glances and hidden smiles. The emails had been back and forth in the week or so since then. Jenna was in her mid-thirties, but still looking fabulous, although she worried about it a little now and again. She had shoulder length red hair and although she was short, had a curvy figure that matched her ever-present smile.
Now she typed out a reply. "Sure, could do with some help on this project, can't figure out how to get these systems to work together." This, she knew, was an even worse idea: inviting him over to her desk, in full view of the office. But she had cover. Helping people out with systems integration with kinda his job. So it was a reasonable request she judged. She watched him discretely as he strode through the office. He was taller than her, just under 6', a few years younger, and had dark hair and piercing eyes. He wasn't gym-obsessed fit but he had a very manly air about him.
When he arrived they were completely professional. He was in fact helpful and assisted her. It took a couple of hours and by the time they finishing it was half past five and around the office staff were emptying out in to the cold New York air. She was wearing a flowery dress today, completely inappropriate for the winter and warm stockings to cover her legs. His well-cut suit showed off his frame well. He leaned in closer to point out something on her screen and their legs touched. There was a brief, almost undetectable pause in the conversation as they both registered the touch. Then he went on with his explanation, but not moving his leg from resting against hers.
She looked around the office again. There was barely anyone left now. He was offering some more help, although she wasn't sure if it was required now or if he was just talking for the sake of staying right there, touching against her. The sexual chemistry was quite palpable now. She jumped as she felt his hand rest on her leg, under the desk.
She gulped audibly and looked at him. "Is that your hand on my leg?" she asked cheekily.
