It was a typical, night shift Sunday. The huge factory, normally bustling with noise and activity, lay quiet and dark. I was in my office/quality lab, dipping parts in chemicals and singing along with the cranked up stereo.
"I didn't know you could sing," someone exclaimed behind me. I spun around, startled by the sudden and unexpected voice.
Recognizing Olivia, a cute little brunette supervisor, I relaxed and leaned against the counter laughing at myself.
"You scared the fuck out of me Liv," I said, reaching back to turn down the stereo.
"Sorry," she replied with a cute but, unapologetic grin. "I didn't mean to startle you. You really do have a beautiful singing voice though."
"Thank you," I replied. "So, other than sneaking up on people, what brings you back to my neighborhood," I asked as my heart rate slowed to normal. I assumed that she wouldn't walk the nearly one quarter mile from the front of the massive factory to my office in back for no reason.
"Nothing really," she replied, making me think my assumption was incorrect. "Just bored and thought I would see if you were here." She shrugged her shoulders noncommittally and began smoothing one of her long braids.
"Don't have much running tonight," I asked, sounding casual while I wondered at the oddity of the situation and her body language. Liv and I had always been friendly on the rare and brief occasions our paths had crossed but, she had never sought out my company before or acted in any way shy around me. I couldn't help but hope she was flirting with me.
"Just one cell and, my best people running it," she answered.
"Thrilling," I said for something to say. "Want to step out for a smoke?"
"Sure," she responded in, what seemed like, relief and enthusiasm.
I stepped past her and opened the office door.
"After you," I said, holding the door open and stepping back.
"Thank you kind sir," she said, smiling sweetly.
I smiled back in my most (hopefully) charming smile and looked down into her big, dark eyes as she walked past. I stepped out behind her and followed her toward the nearest door. My gaze fixed on the nearly hypnotic, seductive swaying of her sensually wide hips and shapely ass.
We stepped through the propped open door and into the humid darkness. We lit our cigarettes and smoked in amiable quiet.
"Mandy told me you two weren't seeing each other anymore," Liv said, breaking the silence and referring to the pretty, chubby little blonde who was Liv's friend and employee.
"Well, it wasn't anything serious anyway," I replied cautiously, wondering if Mandy had been hoping for more and sent Liv on a recon mission. It was the first time Liv had ever asked something so personal and I assumed Mandy was the real reason she had come to my office.
"That's what she told me," Liv responded evenly.
We smoked in silence as I waited for Liv to continue questioning me about why I called it off with Mandy.
"You can do better," she said suddenly.
"Mandy is alright," I said, both because it was the truth and because I was slightly taken aback by the unexpected statement.
"I love Mandy," Liv said emphatically. "I just always thought you could do better."
"Yeah, well," I said noncommittally, suspicious of a trap. I flipped my cigarette into the butt can. After another drag, Liv followed suit and walked back inside. I followed, my eyes on her ass again as we approached my office.
I felt a little foolish for thinking she might have been flirting with me. Not that I am bad looking, if you are into the big, burly, bearded, long haired and rugged type but, Liv liked pretty boys and I just don't qualify. It made more sense that she would have just been feeling me out about Mandy and me.
Now that she had questioned me unsuccessfully, I expected her to go back to the front and was surprised when she walked back into my office and sat down in the extra chair by the bare desk.
I shut the door, rounded the corner and sat down at my desk. I half faced Liv and turned on my computer for something to do.
"Kinda warm tonight," Liv commented. She leaned forward in her chair and began to unbutton the red, long sleeve work shirt our company made supervisors wear.
"I can turn up the air," I offered, though the office felt plenty cool to me. I tried not to stare as the baggy red shirt opened.
"That's okay," she said, slipping out of the shirt and twisting to hang it over her chair.
My attempt to not stare failed as I saw what was underneath the red work shirt. She wore a white tank top that clung to her small, perky breasts and showcased her fit, curvy body while contrasting her bronze skin beautifully. I looked away as she turned back around.
"Does that work," she asked, pointing at the coffee maker
atop the big filing cabinet.
"It sure does," I replied, glad for the excuse to look at her. "Want me to make a pot?"
"My grandma always said 'never let a cowboy make the coffee'," she replied with a smile. "Just tell me where everything is and I will do it."
"My gran had the same saying. Coffee and filters are down there," I said, pointing at the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet.
Liv stood up and opened the drawer. She bent over, giving me a good look at her ass. A light blue thong peeked up over her painted on jeans.
I looked away as she stood up, placed the coffee and filters next to the pot and, grabbed the carafe.
"Be right back," she said, leaving the office to get water. The door squeaked open and thumped shut. I put my elbows on the desk and buried my face in my hands as the shade over the glass in the door ticked softly, settling back into place.
The fact that Liv was up to something was apparent. The fact I didn't know what that something was frustrated me.
I told myself to relax and be patient. I assured myself that answers would come. I reminded myself not to dwell to much on my hopes or how attracted to her I was.
I raised my head as the door opened. I grabbed my mouse and clicked on a random file as the door closed and pretended to study the screen as Liv walked into sight.
