I am a recently divorced single mother of two, and the new girl on the block to the office which is out numbered more men than women, only being at my new job and living in the area for about a year now, I still really doesn't know anyone, except for my two children, and the people which whom I works with. Each day as I enter into work, sitting at my desk, I am often reminded of the day I went in for my interview, I was interviewing for the position of personal assistant to one of the numerous men that are employed there. After my interview was over, the woman who interviewed me asked me to have a seat and she would go and see if the one I would be assisting for is available for me to meet. Sitting in the lobby, I began to have horrible thoughts run through my head, "What if the one I will be assisting is old, and just down right miserable, and has an "I'm better than anyone" attitude, and one that no matter what I do, he just won't like me, and he will make my time here completely miserable." Just then the most gorgeous guy walked past me, he was perfect, almost like a story character that someone would love to read about, he was tall, with brown hair, and gorgeous eyes, although I couldn't quite see the color of them, and when he smiled at me in politeness, oh he caught my attention alright. All I could manage to think was how I would love to be personally assisting him. As he walks past me, I couldn't help but watch him walk, the way his body moved, the way he carries himself, I was now getting really nervous, I looks to my left, and sees the woman returning asking me to follow with her.
Standing I followed this woman down the hall to "His" office. As we stood outside the door before entering, she told me a little about him, and from her description he was sounding kind of like the type of guy that I could get along with. She knocks on the door, and to my surprise when the door opened, there he was, yes that same guy that had just walked past me not five minutes ago. I was suddenly so embarrassed having thought those things about him, although I just couldn't help myself as I haven't been in a sexual relationship since my husband and I divorced nearly 2 years ago. She introduces us to each other and informs him that as of Monday morning I would indeed be his new assistant. He smiled at the news and made a really wise remark, "I hope she will be able to stand me long enough to stick around." And yet at the same time I could see his eyes wandering down my body, as he walks closer toward me, I could then finally see what color those eyes were that I had seen earlier, and by god they are hazel. And they are the perfect shade, so perfect that I could find myself getting lost in them and staring deep into them for hours. I've said it once but I will say it again, this man is just perfect, although I see some kind of unhappiness in him, and I was determined to do my very best while working for him to not make him even unhappier. He extended his hand for mine, holding onto it gently yet firmly, I found myself not wanting to let go of this man's hand, when he first took my hand into his, a electrical feeling ran directly through my being, a feeling that I hadn't felt in so long, there was something about this man that was already attracting me and I was determined to find out what as he looked into my eyes and with a soft tone in his voice, I hear…"I will see you Monday morning first thing, and oh yeah please make sure my coffee is ready when I get here." He smiles, and laughed a bit as he went about his business.
As he walked past me yet again I just so badly wanted to reach out and grab his ass that was so well defined in his pants, but I knew that wasn't the proper thing to do if I wanted my new boss to like me.
Heading out of the building he was all I could think about, working closely with him every day, seeing those gorgeous hazel eyes every morning, smelling his wonderful cologne that he wears, I have no idea what it is, but it started something inside me, something that I have never felt. My drive home seemed to be extremely long, the more I thought about the man whom I would be assisting as of Monday morning, the more I felt myself growing moist. As I sat at a traffic light, my hands slipped down between my legs, "oh my god how could t his man have done this to me, I have only just met him and he's already caused my juices to flow. How am I supposed to work with him day in and day out and not be sexually aroused by him? For god sakes if this what he is going to do to me every day, he's going to find me spending more time in the ladies room than at my desk. Some how I managed to get through the weekend without any major problems, but come Monday morning well that's now a whole different story.
