After starting a new job in Chicago, I immediately became aware of one of my new team members. She was a beautiful young lady in her mid-20's with wonderful flowing brown hair and incredibly sexy brown eyes. Leah was her name. I've always been attracted to a particular look in women, and she definitely had the look. Tan complexion, beautiful smile, sexy face and eyes, gorgeous legs and a wonderfully funny personality.
Leah seemed to prefer wearing dresses and dress suit outfits. These outfits really brought out her features and frankly, made me steal a glace whenever I could. Yep, I had become incredibly attracted to her. And to make matters worse, she seemed to make it a point to flirt with me on a daily basis. At first I was convinced that I must be imagining it, but as the weeks went by I began to wonder if she was indeed flirting with me. Whether it was a perky "Good morning" or an occasional stare, she seemed to make it a point to get my attention. She was always willing to share a story and a laugh or two with me while making me melt with her sexy smile and eyes. She was truly a delightfully sexy young woman.
One afternoon she said something to me that caused me to really wonder whether all that I had been thinking, or secretly wishing, was indeed actually true. One afternoon I was talking to Leah and another member of my staff named Rick.
Rick asked, "So Leah, have you met the new sales guy downstairs?"
Leah surprised us both by answering, "Actually, I've always been attracted to men with thinning hair."
Yep, I was beginning to thin on top. Leah shot me a coy little smile and turned to walk back to her desk. I stood there a second wondering about what I had just heard. Leah's statement seemed directed towards me. Could it be that she too was attracted to me?
As time went on Leah turned to me as a mentor. I always maintained complete professionalism and was pleased that she was trying to learn so much. We would sometimes spend one or two hours in my office talking about cases, and when finished our conversations always turned to non-business stuff.
It was common practice for managers to shut their office doors when meeting with people, so it was never considered odd that whenever Leah came to see me that she would close my office door.
Typically Leah would knock softly and ask,"Got a minute?"
She'd quickly follow with,
"Do you mind if I close the door?"
I remember that I was never able to answer her first question before she was already in my office and closing the door.
The office that I had been given was a converted file room. The door automatically locked when closed, and could only be opened from the inside or by a key from the outside. So basically we had complete privacy.
Some of our meetings and discussions would run well into the afternoon. A couple of times we'd look over at the clock and it would be after 6:00pm. One time we actually found ourselves being interrupted by the cleaning crew because it had gotten so late.
In every meeting my mind would wonder and I would find myself admiring Leah's legs or beautiful smile. On the outside I was maintaining complete professionalism, but on the inside I was lost in lust. I would always steal a glace down her blouse, or up her dress when she wasn't looking. I couldn't help myself.
Then one day it happened. I was holding a staff meeting. Leah was dressed in a very snug fitting dress suit, and the buttons on her blouse strained to contain her ample breasts. The conversation was at the opposite end of the table of where Leah and I were sitting, so when I thought no one was looking, I stared directly into the opening of her blouse. I could clearly see the lace of her bra and fabric around the cup. Her breasts looked spectacular and I couldn't help myself. Well, Leah turned and saw me looking into blouse. I was busted. I looked away and pretended that nothing happened, but it was too late. Leah was looking down at her blouse and adjusted her blouse to try and close the gap between her buttons. I was shitting bricks.
The meeting ended and I tried to leave the conference room quickly to avoid further contact with Leah. However, throughout the day it seemed that we would run into each other at every turn of the office, or at the copier, or whatever. Our conversations were awkward, at best. Once at the copier Leah saw me and smiled. Walking up to me in a more sexy walk than before, Leah asked,
"So, what'd ya think of today's meeting?"
With my voice cracking from nerves, "Oh, um, I think it was good."
Realizing that I had said something dumb, I tried to recover by asking,
"What did you think? Did you get anything out of it?"
Leah then said "Oh, me? Well, actually I did notice one thing and I'd like to stop in sometime to ask you about it."
Just then, some co-workers came into the copy area and interrupted us by asking me to meet with them about a customer issue.
I looked over at Leah and said,"Stop over whenever you want and we'll go over your question."
Leah smiled and began running her copies.
It was a couple of days later when Leah stopped by and asked, "Do you have some time to meet today?"
"Sure" I said. "Why don't you stop by later this afternoon and we'll go over your issue."
Shortly after 4:00pm Leah knocked on my door asking,"Is now a good time?"
