A Saturday Meeting

It was a hot, steamy Saturday morning around nine and knowing the office air conditioning couldn’t cope with the heat and humidity, I had worn summer clothes – shorts, halter top, sandals and my hair pulled into a ponytail. Upon walking into the semi-cool office from the outside, I was glad of my choice. Everyone else had also opted for “Casual Saturday” dress. It was bad enough having to work on the weekend without being uncomfortable.

As with most Saturdays, living at the office, especially after my recent promotion, was a requisite. My self-imposed assignments were to complete a large report and some paperwork for the Aaronson Installation. Will Jones, my project leader for it, had gathered our team to uncover some ways to shore up the ever-slipping completion date.

As I unlocked my office door, I heard a noise from inside. It sounded as if something had fallen or had been dropped. The janitorial service had strict orders to close the office window after each night’s clean up. Birds had sometimes flown in through the open window and knocked things over attempting to escape. But as I walked in and saw the window closed and did a quick inventory, everything appeared fine.

I walked over to my desk, an oversized dark mahogany antique that had taken weeks to find. Once again irritation overtook me, “Why on earth was this office laid out like this!” Damn! The cleaning service manager had been reading books on feng shui! My large desk was pulled back into the corner, chairs set up in a line in front, more like a classroom than an executive’s office.

Muttering to myself, I walked back to the door and pushed it closed with a bit too much force. As it slammed I thought I heard a muffled noise coming from my desk. The glare from the windows cascaded straight onto the surface creating dark shadows making it very difficult to see. Still, I quickly peered into the gloom around the desk and saw nothing.

The filing cabinet now at the side of my desk contained everything about the Aaronson Installation, except for data and e-communications in my computer. Walking over to the cabinet, I retrieved the file, selected a CD for the player and dropped my bag onto the floor.

My sandals made soft whispering sounds as I returned and sat in the chair. The file had to be completely reviewed before Monday, so I swung around parallel to the desk, crossed my legs with my left foot nervously jiggling a short distance into the dim desk well, leaned back and began to read, making notes. Unconsciously, I reached over and pushed the monitor’s on/off switch. I hit the keyboard with the same automated effort and the computer pinged with the receipt of an IM.

Swiveling my chair to take a look, I squared myself at the desk with my legs tucked in the desk well. The IM was from Andy, the spousal, as he referred to himself. Just as I began to open the message box, there was a quick knock at the door and it almost immediately opened. Will walked in, closing the door behind him. Mentally groaning, “here we go again,” his intentions, as always, were to present yet another stumbling block in completing the installation. There was no point in faulting Will for this. I had selected him for his attention to detail, yet I had so hoped he would learn to slip some good news into the discussion from time to time.

Will droned on and suddenly I had the unmistakable sensation of being kissed on my leg! I froze for a nanosecond -- “No, it’s probably a bug!” Panicked, I reached to brush it away when something gripped my fingers, not letting go! I let out a little squeal and then nervously laughed, realizing that my fingers were still trapped in this surprise grip. Simultaneously, a warm breath on my thigh and another kiss seized me. Oh my god! Looking quickly between my legs under the desk – it was Andy!

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