"Good morning Christy," Bryan Jensen said, as he set his briefcase down on the floor next to the receptionist's workstation. Without glancing her way, he began sorting through the stack of correspondence, phone messages and inter-office envelopes that were waiting for him.
"Good morning Mr. Jensen," Christy responded smiling at him, though he really wasn't looking at her. "Oh...I'm supposed to tell you, your conference call has been postponed until this afternoon at two," she added quickly.
Bryan did look up at her then, smiling. He dreaded the weekly conference call meetings with the corporate office. They were always long and boring. The good news was, with the meeting rescheduled for the afternoon, it would in all likelihood be much shorter. They always were, whenever they had to be rescheduled.
"That's good news," he said, winking at her. It certainly wasn't a flirtatious wink. Bryan had been and was very careful about that. His number one personal rule was he didn't date, fool around or get too friendly or personal with anyone he worked with. It was not to say that there wasn't a fair amount of office flirtation on occasion. He'd flirted himself, if you wanted to call it that, but it was generally innocent. Never anything that his co-workers could construe as being forward or worse, sexually harassing. At 51, Bryan was still in pretty good shape. It was something he was proud of, as he still looked a lot younger than many of the men his age that he worked with. He still had a full thick head of hair with only a touch of gray beginning to show at the temples.
It was a damn good thing that no one could read his mind, however, or he really would be in trouble. He noticed Christy for the first time now, as he actually looked up at her, winking as he sometimes did. He saw she was wearing her long dark hair in a ponytail today, something he personally liked. It tended to give women a younger, innocent look that he found to be a major turn on. Besides the ponytail, Christy was also wearing a modest though alluringly cut blouse. Standing slightly off to one side from her, especially with Christy sitting down, Bryan had a nice, unobstructed view of her fairly large breasts. Not that she was wearing anything too low cut, especially for the office. Just the style of her blouse as it tended to push in on one side of the "V" cut, and puff out on the other. He just happened to be standing opposite the puff-out side, giving him a tantalizing view of her white, very lacy bra. Christy's smile widened even more, if that was possible, after he'd winked at her. Turning, he reached down to retrieve his briefcase, stealing one more quick view down her blouse, and nearly ran Rachel over.
"Oh, I'm sorry Rachel," he said. "I wasn't looking where I was going." She had dropped a handful of interoffice mail she'd been carrying. Bryan met her at knee level as they both quickly stooped to pick it up simultaneously. "No problem...Bry...uh, Mr. Jensen," she amended quickly. "As a matter of fact, there's an important looking letter in here for you someplace."
They both stood, Bryan handing Rachel his portion of the papers that had fallen, scattering all over the floor. "I need to hurry over to my office," he said. "When you find it, go ahead and bring it in to me." Without waiting for her response, Bryan turned and quickly headed down the hall without any further mishaps.
Rachel, who worked in the mailroom, made several interoffice drop-offs and pick-ups throughout the day. Bryan was fairly easy going and laid back for a quote "Office Manager". He hated the formalities, certainly hated having to wear a tie, which was one of the reasons he'd fought so hard for, and finally pushed through Friday's as being casual dress day.
Rachel had been working for the company for a little over a year now. In that time, Bryan had gotten to know her on a much more informal level. He'd told her a long time ago to call him Bryan, which she did whenever they were alone, though continuing to call him Mr. Jensen whenever anyone else was around. He smiled as he reached his office, flipped on the light switch, dropping his briefcase down on top of his desk. Rachel was another one that tended to wear her long, light brown hair in a ponytail. He'd told her a while back how much he liked it whenever she'd worn it that way, and suddenly, she'd begun doing so nearly every day. He wondered briefly if it was because he'd mentioned that to her, or if it was simply the style she preferred especially working in the environment that she did. Admittedly, he was attracted to her; she really was cute, but easily half his age. And besides, he was engaged to be married..."again" he mused to himself, in a little less than six month's from now.
Though their relationship had remained professional, she was one of the few women he knew that he actually did flirt with, though remaining very careful about whatever it was he said to her when he did. She in turn, flirted back, sometimes bordering on the more explicit innuendos, which Bryan admittedly got quite a turn on out of hearing from her.
"Knock, knock." Rachel suddenly said, catching Bryan by surprise when she did.
Looking up, he saw her standing in his doorway. "Have you got a second?" she asked him.
"Sure kiddo," he said. "Come on in." Bryan had called Rachel "kiddo" for about as long as he'd known and been working with her. But again, only whenever they were out of earshot from any of the other employee's. "What's up?" He asked her.
"I lied to you earlier," she said, stepping into his office, closing the door behind her as she did.
"This really must be serious!" Bryan said standing up. As often as Rachel had come by his office, she'd never once come in and closed the door behind her before.
"I needed an excuse to come see you," she began, leaning against the closed door. "I'm really going to miss hearing that," she added as an afterthought.
"Miss hearing what?" He questioned, obvious confusion and concern in his voice as he spoke.
Rachel laughed, came away from the door and walked over to stand directly in front of him. It would have been difficult sliding an envelope between them. Bryan was a good six inches taller than Rachel was, as such, she stood on tippy-toes, reached up placing both hands on either side of his face and kissed him, quickly...but kissing him all the same.
"Rachel?" Bryan said with more than a little surprise in his tone of voice. She stepped back, blushing. On top of the ponytail, blushing gave her even more of that sweet innocent look. Bryan saw something else too that had suddenly just appeared. Chalk it off to the cooler air in this section of the office for whatever reason perhaps, but looking at her now, he couldn't help but notice the twin hard little points that had suddenly appeared beneath the shirt she was wearing. Rachel was by no means chesty, far from it in fact. It was rare that he'd ever noticed her wearing a bra, unless it was a sports bra that she'd had to wear because of some outfit she'd chosen to wear that would not have allowed her to go bra less otherwise. The fact that her hard little nipples were so apparent now wasn't much different than many of the other women in this section of the office struggled with every day themselves. But now...added to everything else, Rachel was looking even sexier, sensual than she had been.
"I just wanted to let you know that I gave my two weeks notice starting tomorrow. I've found a new job paying twice what I've been making here."
Bryan knew it was pointless to try and convince her to stay, especially monetarily. Rachel also worked for an entirely different department from his, which gave him no sway whatsoever with her immediate supervisor.
"Damn...I'm happy for you, but sad to hear you'll be leaving," he told her honestly. "I hope they know what an excellent, hard working employee they're losing," he added.
Rachel blushed once again. Bryan felt his cock twitch inside his pants, immediately sitting down behind his desk before it became even more obvious.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you personally before you heard it from anyone else. And...I wanted to give you a personal thank you for everything you've done for me," she said, immediately reminding him again of her little kiss. Now it was his turn to blush, and he turned away from her.
"Fuck," he said, laughing to himself. When he turned back around to face her, there was a look of surprise on her face.
"I don't think I've ever heard you say that word before." Rachel said, a quirky amused expression showing on her face.
"What word?" He asked, honestly not knowing...suddenly realizing he had spoken it aloud instead of silently to himself.
"Fuck." Rachel said before he could respond back apologetically at her.
Bryan glanced past her; suddenly damn glad the door to his office was still closed.
