I drank her in as soon as I entered the office. Her black skirt held tight around her hips - pinstripes accentuating her curves and aiming in a tight vee that served as an arrow to the otherwise hidden zipper. The skirt ended high enough on her thighs that she could only have planned to turn heads. Her shoes betrayed the same intension – sandals with a thin, elegant strap across her toes, another which circled her ankle, and a heel that rose a bit too high for typical office wear – was it three inches – but accentuated her smooth calves perfectly? On top she wore the suit's matching blazer, tailored in at her waist. White, oversized French cuffs accented her sleeves and matched the tips of her fingernails. The blouse's white collar splayed wide over the blazer. Her ash-blonde hair was partially restrained with a clip behind her head, loose enough so that tendrils fell around her collar. She stood bending slightly over the printer, presumably getting my morning agenda organized.
"Morning, Lorri," I said casually as the office door closed behind me.
"Hi," came the cheery reply as she turned to face me. Her blouse and blazer were open far down her chest. Revealing nicely defined cleavage.
"Wow, you look great." It was a calculated casual comment, almost off-hand. By lightly emphasizing the great I was able to show my appreciation without sounding like a slobbering maniac. I made a point to compliment her when she dressed like today – in a way that most women wouldn't have the guts to do at the office. I also made it a point not to hit on her. I didn't need any lawsuits.
"Thank you," she smiled sincerely, as though the compliment surprised her. She smoothed the blazer down from her ribs to her hips. "So do you," She added with a grin.
"Right." I smiled in return. I was in full, mud-splattered mountain-bike gear, just having completed an early morning ride. Loose black shorts, a blue, zippered stretchy bike shirt with the pocket in the back. It clung to my deltoids and exposed my upper arms. I tugged the bike onto its back wheel in order to navigate through the cubicles to my office. The cleats on my cycle shoes forced a strange limp but as I past her desk I gave a quick flex of my calf muscles and lats, unsure if she was watching me from behind.
"I'll have your stuff together in a few minutes"
"Great, gimme a few to get cleaned up."
As I showered and changed in my private shower, I reflected on how good the last year had been. Our Internet company had grown significantly profitable, I'd been expanding our Silicon Valley office hiring more staff, including recently Lorri. I probably didn't need a full time executive admin, but she was a rock star, kept us all organized, and of course, smoking hot. So I paid her well for a 26 year-old glorified office manager.
I was still tucking in my button-down when I approached her desk, she was sitting looking towards the front door, on the phone and obviously didn't see me coming.
"…yeah sooo hot." She laughed with her friend, "yes money! You should see this place." I held back around the corner and gently jostled the file cabinet. "Hey" she whispered into the phone, "gotta go." By the time I rounded into her sight she was hanging up the phone. "Here's all the stuff you wanted for the deal today."
I had been heads-down working for several hours and hadn't given further thought to her words when I emerged from my closed office to refill my coffee. Lorri was in our mini kitchen.
"Good ride today?" she asked as I filled my cup.
"Yeah, really pushed hard. We did about 12 miles, lots of hills today. And a bit of mud from the weekend rain."
"That's great. You've been working so hard lately. You gotta push your limits from time to time" as she spoke she bent down to adjust her shoe strap. Bent at the knees, her right leg forward, it was a quick move, not drawn out.
"Nice shoes." Always compliment a woman on her shoes.
