The Friday before a long weekend was a hell of a time for Brad's boss to drop a last-minute deadline in his lap. As he rubbed his hand through his hair in exasperation, he looked to see if any hairs fell on his desk. Stress in his job was a daily reality and it was taking its toll on his body.
He had once been a regular at the gym. Working hard he had managed maintain a level of tone that had escaped him in his college years. Now, he was working so many hours, he was starting to backslide.
"Hey Brad, you wouldn't happen to have a copy of the Phillips presentation?"
He was surprised to see Amanda standing at his cubicle doorway.
"How come you're still here? I thought I was the only one left."
She was a grad student working on a special project for Brad's boss as part of a program that the company had with the local university.
"I said goodnight to the cleaning folks half an hour ago." she said.
To say Amanda was not wearing office appropriate attire would be accurate.
Brad tried not to avert his eyes from hers. The tight black miniskirt she was wearing was making that a difficult proposition, however. Amanda normally dressed very conservatively so her current appearance was a big surprise. In addition to the skirt, she wore bright red pumps and a white blouse that he could see her black lace bra through.
"I know Friday is casual day but do those pumps meet the dress code?" he said with a slight grin.
Amanda laughed s little.
"I don't think so but aren't they cute?". She stretched her foot out so he could see.
He took the opportunity to check out her legs once again. She had once mentioned that she was an avid runner and she had athletic toned legs. His mind flashed a fantastical image of lightly running his fingers up her calf as he moved his hands up her leg.
She was looking at him expectantly.
"Oh yeah, they're great. I should get myself a pair." He blushed slightly as he knew that he had been caught.
She giggled: "I really don't think they make them in your size and I'm not giving up my pair."
"Far be for me to separate a woman from her shoes. I'd probably break an ankle anyway."
"Now that would be a sight!"
"Now what were you looking for?" He decided to change the subject. The sight of her legs was causing things to stir. He didn't want to further embarrass himself by putting a strain on his khakis.
"The Phillips account presentation. I'm doing a piece of the presentation and Mr. Roberson wanted me to make a few changes to the Power Point deck. He emailed me the slides, but I can't open them up."
"Ohhh, let's take a look at your laptop. I think I know what the problem is." He had gone down this road with his boss before. More than likely, her version of PowerPoint was a different version of what Mr. Roberson was using. The company often was a few versions behind what was commercially available though his boss insisted on using the latest and greatest. He wondered how many people had been traumatized by this incompatibility in the past.
Following behind her to her office cubicle he admired her toned legs some more. He tried not to notice the short skirt that strained to cover her butt. Once he looked, he found he couldn't look away. All the running she had done to this point had sculpted a beautiful heart shaped ass. He held his notebook in front of his crotch as he walked. An old schoolboy trick for sure, but he needed to do something to cover the tent pole straining against the fly of his pants.
"Welcome to my little slice of heaven." She said as she entered her cubicle.
Brad couldn't help but notice that she was sharing her cubicle.
"Two of you work in here?"
"Yeah it's pretty cramped. At least Corrine is pretty cool. Good thing since we pretty much sit shoulder to shoulder."
"I don't think I've met Corrine yet. "
"she just started 2 weeks ago. She's blonde, short hair, not very tall."
"Oh yeah, I've seen her around." He had seen her in the cafeteria. She was very a very pretty and had a pretty smile. Brad had been looking for an excuse to talk to her.
"Let's take a look at your computer." She gestured towards her seat indicating he should sit down.
He took her seat taking notice of the PC on the desk.
"They don't exactly give you interns the best of equipment. I think this PC has been hear longer than the company CEO."
"I know right? I think they cobbled it together with spare parts. I do a lot of stuff at home on my laptop. Some of the stuff is too sensitive to bring home though."
"Can you put in your password?" he asked.
"Oh yeah sure."
The confines of the cube caused her to reach across him. He tried to give her space but there was just no room. Her breasts rested lightly on his forearm. She was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin and smell the shampoo she used on her shoulder length dark hair.
"All set" she said as she finished typing in her credentials. She turned to face him, realizing suddenly how close they were to each other. To his surprise, instead of pulling away, she paused and smiled impishly.
"I hope we can figure this out."
"Don't worry," he said, "I won't leave you hanging."
Much to his chagrin, she took up a position behind him to allow him to work. Brad began to investigate the problem, unfortunately, it seemed his original assertion was proving to be correct: the PC was not up to task.
"Did you get invited to Mr. Roberson's party this weekend?" Amanda asked.
