Monday
When she arrived at work, Tracy was summoned to the boss's office. Entering his outer administrative assistant's office, she found a fellow employee from the broadcast advertising department also waiting.
"Hello, Frank."
"Hi, Tracy."
Tracy worked in print media, but the two had collaborated a few times on projects in the past. Each secretly found the other attractive.
"You can both go in," Cindy, the admin, said.
Edmund Wilde came from around his desk to greet his two employees. "You're both looking well," he noted, paying particular attention to Tracy, who was a real looker.
Though older, the boss was a handsome man also. But he was married, and Tracy didn't mess with married men. Although, she thought with irony, she had fucked her son, so why would she draw the line at a married man? It was the same with Frank. But she had heard that he was now divorced also.
Wilde speaking reeled her back in. "I know the two of you have worked together before, and I'd like you to do so again. There's a big family farm thirty or so miles outside of town that wants to start marketing some or their own products. They need an advertising campaign to introduce themselves. They want to start small to see if they can do it, a billboard, some posters, a short commercial. That sort of thing. I want the two of you to take a company car and drive out to the farm. Talk to the family, the Morgan's. Don't commit to anything. Just get a sense of what they want and if we can give it to them. Then come back and we'll talk again before I take them on as a client."
"Looking forward to working with you again," Frank said as they exited Wilde's office.
"So, am I. Meet you down in the garage in ten?"
Frank found Tracy waiting outside the garage manager's office at the appointed time. She wore a light blue dress made of flimsy-looking material. It was very loose against her shapely legs. It was short, to mid-thigh, but still a respectable length. Likewise, the V-neck top only showed a little cleavage. She looked terrific, and he told her so.
With a chuckle, she said, "Thanks, but I wish I had known about this. I would not have worn a dress or heels."
"The dress is fine, and I'll make sure you don't step in a cow pie."
"Thanks."
"Do you want to drive, or shall I?" Frank asked.
"My femininity can handle you driving," Tracy said with a smirk.
He was happy about that because as he suspected, when she sat in the passenger's seat, her dress rose up showing a lot of leg, and nice leg it was.
Once out of the garage, it took only minutes for them to get out of the city.
"I heard you got divorced," Frank said.
"I heard the same about you."
"Yes, it's true, but it's been quite a while."
"It's been quite a while since we've worked together," Tracy pointed out, "and it is true for me also."
"Well, good. Now we can flirt openly," he said with a chuckle.
They had flirted quite a bit the last time they worked together, but both had still been married, so that's all it was. Although she had often wondered how far she would have let it go if he had pushed it.
Now on a two-lane country road, Frank continually stole glances at her legs. Tracy knew it but was actually pleased that he was interested. She even pretended to scratch her leg right where the hem of her dress ended, and in so doing, pulled it up an inch.
And then, suddenly, on a barren stretch of road, there was a loud popping noise from the front of the car, and it slowed.
"What the hell?" Frank said aloud, coasting off to the side of the road.
"What happened?" a worried Tracy asked.
"I don't know." When the car was completely stopped, Frank got out and raised the hood.
Knowing she really couldn't do anything to help, Tracy got out also.
"Oh, shit!" Frank exclaimed. "A belt broke."
"That's not good," Tracy remarked.
Frank gave her a cockeyed look at her understatement. He called the garage manager, and after a couple of minutes was told they would come with a new car, but it was likely to be a while.
Tracy then called Cindy, the administrative assistant and told her what was happening so she could contact the farmers.
As Frank and Tracy got back in the car to wait. A couple of minutes later, Cindy called to say that the farmers said they could come when the car issue was resolved.
"So, was it a bad divorce?" Frank asked to pass the time.
"Is there a
good
one?"
"I meant, was it amicable?"
Tracy shrugged, clasping her fingers together below the knees of her crossed legs, which caused her dress to rise higher on her thighs. "We developed interests in things other than each other. Mostly work. We got to the point of having no more interest in each other. Divorce became the only solution."
Nodding his understanding, Frank said, "Not unlike us. Just grew apart."
"How did your kids take it?"
"I think they saw it coming. Both seemed to handle it well. Yours?"
"About the same."
"If I'm not being too personal, was sex an issue?"
She chuckled.
"What
sex? Neither of us had any interest in that, either—at least with each other."
"For me, she was a little too—" he bobbed his head from side to side "—I don't know how to describe it."
"Was she
cheating?"
"I don't think so. At least not that I could tell. But when I suggested divorce, she was all for it." There were a few seconds of awkward silence. "Have you dated?"
"No. Haven't really done anything to meet someone." She was talking with her hands, and that had her dress sliding even higher, her crossed legs in the car had her thighs tilted toward her mid-section. "You?"
"I've been on a very few dates. But no one I'd really want a permanent relationship with."
"If
I'm
not being too personal, any of them sexual?"
"Yes. But again, nothing memorable."
"That's sad."
"It wasn't really any better when I was married."
"Even sadder."
Frank shrugged. "As long as we're stuck here, I'll admit, the last time we worked together, I fantasized about you."
"Really?"
Tracy pretended to be surprised. She'd had a suspicion. "Would you believe I did the same about you?"
"Why did we not get together?" he wanted to know.
Tracy shrugged. "We were both still married. Probably not quite ready to take it further."
"Probably. And
