It was 1:18pm when Jordan crept back into his chair. Fortunately, papa gram was over getting a report printed, so the eternal hellscape of withering looks was conspicuously absent as he returned a few mins late to his chair.
Jordan allowed himself a crooked, self-satisfied smile to move briefly over his face as he sat down, his chair singing its praises of his bulk by screaming like an axe murderer victim.
Popping in one of his earbuds to give the impression of diligence, Jordan paused for a moment, staring at the email he was planning to send to Kayla.
Was he really going to do this? Was he actually going to reveal (or rather, imply) that he knew Kayla had been pleasuring herself in a work bathroom cubicle?
He smiled. Kayla was a beautiful young lady who had clearly reaped the benefits of her appearance thus far in life, and he was curious to see how she would react when confronted with a social situation where the other piece didn't play the part that society had taught her that he would.
He liked Kayla, she had his back. But he also really enjoyed the thrill - and the risk - from seeing what she would do when put in a position where she couldn't dominate the other person by virtue of her charms and ease with words and perceptiveness.
He clicked send.
A few minutes later, a red faced, slightly out of breath Kayla slunk back to her desk. He could see a blush in her face, and a slight look of frustration in the way that she chewed her lip as she sat down. He also noticed that she had re-applied her lipstick and eye shadow. Interesting. She was worried people would notice.
He noticed a small kayla-shaped face peer over her monitor for a moment and made sure to look like just another office worker, typing important things.
Then, he heard a soft, surprised gasp as she (presumably) read his email, followed by a clickety clack of office chair wheels like a small figure had just sunk back on her chair. if that wasn't enough, the muttered "fuck" told him she had read it, and that he was right.
He almost couldn't hold his impartial workface up as he struggled for his life not to snicker. Would she tell the truth, or would she lie to him? She'd definitely lie, right? I mean, who gives up that kind of intimate information to a co-worker who (until two hours ago) had just been nothing more than a friendly tubby dude that made her laugh sometimes?
But if she told the truth...
He could feel his dick rising in anticipation as he waited in suspense for ten minutes or so, hyper-focussing on her. But nothing came, and he eventually had to actually get to work to finish his report before gram yelled at him.
He got up to print off the report at 4:25, a good 25 mins after papa gram had lumbered off for the evening and a little bit deflated that he hadn't received a response, but when he returned, there was a folded post-it note on his keyboard.
It was Jordan's turn to sneak a peak over his monitor at Kayla. She was typing up something quietly, not paying attention to him, but he did see a red flush creeping slowly up her face as she worked.
Jordan smiled. Looking over at Lorelai (who was working late as usual to make up for her tardiness) he stretched back in his chair, and was rewarded with a vision and a half. Lorelai happened to be reaching down to pick up a pen she dropped at that moment.
Straining desperately against the thin fabric of her blouse for release were two of the most perfectly shaped breasts he had ever had the honor, nay, the privilege of admiring. Lorelai's breasts were at least an E-cup, and bounced seemingly independently of the movement of the rest of her body. They were barely contained by a lacy purple bra that almost perfectly matched the oeuvre of her poison purple lipstick that morning. Despite their size and obvious weight, they also somehow managed to seem perfectly perky and eschewed gravity completely, jutting proudly out like two ample peaks waiting to be scaled. Jordan's hands and dick both twitched involuntarily as he tore his gaze away, just in time as lorelai glanced over at him, smiling a polite smile, then turned back to her screen. Her big, pretty eyes widened as she squeaked in alarm and bolted upright, almost knocking her half drunk mug of coffee off the table if not for Jordan deftly snaking out to prevent its capsize, and without a word she grabbed a gym bag secreted under her desk and bolted for the elevator.
Jordan blinked a couple of times in surprise, and then lost it. So much for making up for the Lorelai tardiness. Still chuckling, he looked around, and saw that the rest of the team aside from him and Kayla had also gone. He remembered bunny had a private appointment this afternoon and that Jessica, the last member of the team, wasn't here today.
Still chucking at lorelai's sudden exodus, he unfolded the note. Written in bright pink glitter-pen (Kayla's pride and joy) was a triplet of sentences that Jordan had to read twice.
"Sarah is too fucking cute and I couldn't help myself. Don't tell anyone else, but I'm actually into girls and guys, and the way you two spoke to me at lunch reduced me to a helpless pile of quivery jelly. Can I please ask you some more questions after work?"
Jordan tried his best to hide his surprised expression and failed. The fuck? Did she just...? Wow. Jordan wasn't sure what he was more taken aback by - that Kayla just basically admitted she masturbated over the way Jordan and Sarah treated her - or that she thought her love of girls was a secret. Good lord. An involuntary giggle escaped Jordan's lips. Well, that gamble sure had paid off in blood diamonds, holy shit.
He scribbled a response, screwed up the note, and lobbed it over the monitor, a surprised Kayla yelp confirming she had received it.
He raised a hand above his monitor with a thumb up.
He did not get a response from Kayla.
At 5:15, his work long abandoned, he finally made his move. Wandering over to the espresso machine (one of the best parts of working at national office) he made an espresso and a mocha, and casually shuffled back to their area.
Shambling up to Kayla, he held out the coffee. She looked up from her work, and as she saw him she nervously jerked back a little. He raised one eyebrow at her.
"Thanks Jordan, you always know how to make a girl not fall asleep." she quipped, shaking her head and grinning at herself, a slight flush running up her neck.
"That's all well and good for now, but see how that goes after three days of coffee induced insomnia", he replied, deeply sipping his mocha. He looked around. Hmm. Everyone seems to have somewhere to be. Eh, okay.
Kayla looked up at him, her green eyes sweeping over him appraisingly, as if trying to read his power level. She stretched out on her chair, raising her arms above her head, causing her shirt to bunch up around her breasts. She rubbed her neck with one hand and rolled it to the left, and was rewarded with a loud *crick* of her neck.
"Argh, these lights are spazzing me out - wanna go hang out in the conference room?" she remarked.
"Well, I GUESS that's okay, since it looks like nobody is going to have it booked for the rest of the night..." Jordan pronounced.
She jumped up and grabbed a notebook and pen. Seeing Jordan's glance at it, she smirked. "If anyone comes in, I'm interviewing you for a ministry news article".
