With a few silly words, the man managed to turn me on like few others—and that was after they touched me. Having felt what happened to my body when Jeremiah touched me, I knew I was going to have to get used to being disappointed the next few times I was with someone.
Their words would never leave my nipples as pert and erect as his had. Thankfully, I was wearing a padded bra so I didn’t think he would’ve noticed. What was worse, their touches would never leave me as hot and wanting as his brief flirtation had.
It sucked to think about it, but it was my reality. Jeremiah seemed to have a direct line to my carnal side. He tempted me to want to spread my legs and beg him to take me right there and then without even being close to me.
My panties were damp, and I briefly considered touching myself at work for the first time ever. But no, I wouldn’t go there. Ignoring the pulse beating between my legs, I got up and decided to go in search of coffee.
No better way to forget about how I wanted my boss to bend me over my desk, fuck me while we looked out over the city and were both screaming so loud everyone would know what we were doing, than getting on with my daily routine. A part of which was not getting off at work.
The staff break room was mostly empty when I got there. I said hello to a few stragglers who were nursing their cups of coffee before going to their office, but for the most part, people were already hard at work.
Jeremiah’s scent lingered faintly in my office when I closed the door, determined to join the ranks of my co-workers who were diving into their Friday morning. Whatever cologne he wore, it smelled heavenly.
Before I could lose myself in more inappropriate thoughts about my boss, I lifted my coffee to my lips and focused on its fresh, bitter smell instead. My email inbox was flooded when I clicked into it as I sipped my coffee.
Being away from work definitely seemed to mean something different here than it had at the bookstore. With a quiet sigh, I started the tedious process of working my way through my emails. I started with those that came through this morning, knowing I was already behind on the ones from yesterday.
By mid-morning, I had several piles of meeting folders prepared for the day. A whole stack of paperwork sat on Jeremiah’s desk for his signature. I’d filled up his calendar for the next week, returned phone calls, and readied a list of stuff I needed him to approve.
I also managed to work my way through all the unread emails and was more than relieved nothing had come in that caused any lasting damage from my not having attended to it for one day. I did have to reply to some irritable follow-ups, but that was par for the course.
The morning flew by. I was so busy I didn’t even take a break to go to the bathroom, but I was proud of what I achieved by lunchtime. After ordering a salad from the deli down the road, I decided to give Tiana a quick call. She told me at least five times before I left home this morning to let her know how the conversations with building security and Jeremiah went.
“Please tell me you have good news, and you’re not calling to tell me you were fired because she really is his secret wife?” I cursed myself for telling her about that particular stupid what-if scenario.
“I didn’t get fired,” I said right off the bat. Without Tiana’s encouragement, I never would’ve taken this job. I was still grateful she pushed me in this direction, and I didn’t want her to worry I’d screwed it up so soon. “It actually went really well.”
“That’s a good sign,” she said. “Did he know who she was?”
“She really is his ex-secretary. Apparently, she can’t accept she doesn’t work here anymore. I think there’s more to it, but it looks like he really didn’t want to talk about it.”
“As long as you were honest with them about everything that happened. I don’t want you to feel unsafe at work. You didn’t try to downplay it, right?”
“Nope. I told security and Jeremiah everything. He’s sending them pictures of her to make sure she can’t get into the building. And he’s insisting on driving me home every day until it’s all sorted, or I can get a new car.”
Tiana paused for a beat. “Wow. He’s taking this really seriously.”
“He is.” I didn’t quite get why he was so worried about it, but it did make me feel safer. “I’m feeling a lot better about everything now. I don’t think she’ll be waiting here for me again.”
“I’m proud of you for being honest, and I’m proud of you for making the right decisions to make sure you’re safe at work. I would’ve been terrified if that had happened to me.”
“I was,” I said. “But not anymore. I feel good about how things are going. And you’re right, I shouldn’t have been afraid of coming to work.”
I looked around my office, spinning my chair to face the view I had. I was relieved I wasn’t afraid to come to work anymore. It would’ve sucked to have given all this up over one jealous, probably harmless woman.