It had been a long weekend since I slept with my boss — since he caught me in a very compromising position and finished the act himself — but I was still surprised that I hadn’t heard from him right away afterward.
When I got to the office I saw Jack’s door was still closed, nothing unusual, I always arrived before him. I sat at my desk outside his office and tried to busy myself, or at least look like I was busy, while I kept watch out of the corner of my eye for him to appear. Nothing.
At lunch I asked our small company’s operations director if he’d be in that day — she was a loopy older lady but she always knew everything that was going on in the office. “Didn’t you hear,” She said, with a genuine look of surprise on her face, “Jack’s traveling. Last minute trip for the DRI client. He sent an email out this morning.” My heart sank again, I hadn’t gotten the emailed, and he always cc-ed me on stuff like that. Maybe he was unhappy about what happened. Something was up.
I’m
not sure what I expected, flowers on my desk, a proclamation of love, a
promotion (?), a wink as he walked by? This was all new territory for
me.
I’d woken in a daze before my alarm
even went off. I remembered the events of the previous night, Jack
coming in to his office where I was supposed to be working late and
instead catching me at his desk, touching myself and envisioning his
masculine hand between my legs instead of my own. He’d seemed pleasantly
surprised, right? Why was my phone silent — why was there no word from
him?
I was already worrying as I picked out my outfit — a snug black
pencil skirt, a semi-sheer black top, black nylons, and black stilettos.
I was at least going to look confident if I couldn’t act that way.When I got to the office I saw Jack’s door was still closed, nothing unusual, I always arrived before him. I sat at my desk outside his office and tried to busy myself, or at least look like I was busy, while I kept watch out of the corner of my eye for him to appear. Nothing.
At lunch I asked our small company’s operations director if he’d be in that day — she was a loopy older lady but she always knew everything that was going on in the office. “Didn’t you hear,” She said, with a genuine look of surprise on her face, “Jack’s traveling. Last minute trip for the DRI client. He sent an email out this morning.” My heart sank again, I hadn’t gotten the emailed, and he always cc-ed me on stuff like that. Maybe he was unhappy about what happened. Something was up.