Nicola Jones, fresh out of university with a Magna Cum Laude business economics degree, started at The Company as an intern and soon became known as Nasty Nikki.
Not that she was nasty, in that sense of the word. Divinely blessed with her thoroughly Naomi Campbell model-like looks, a phenomenal intelligence, and a star-reaching drive to succeed, she almost always paired this with a filthy sense of humor. This, coupled with her smouldering exotic beauty, made her a quick favorite amongst the (especially, but not exclusively) male staff members.
Sporting an immaculate body, she had a slim, athletic frame with long slender legs and a bust to match her perfectly shaped behind. She wore tight-fitting outfits which sensually clung to every inch of her curvaceous frame. Her flawless ebony skin shimmered gold-like under the office lights and when she stopped to talk to you, she would toss her long dark locks to one side and flash her broad, intoxicating smile.
One day, during her first month there, she was in the canteen kitchen bent over in front of the dishwasher looking for her personal coffee cup. When she heard someone behind her, she looked back from her face-down-ass-in-the-air position, and met the lustful gaze of a man she had seen around the office, but had not been formally introduced to.
Not that she did not noticed him. He stood out from most of the other men, especially his muscular frame, broad shoulders, and chiselled jaw. 'Must be an ex-athlete,' she thought and found his brooding presence quite intriguing. And very attractive.
Smirking to herself, she rose back up and slinked towards him.
"Hi, I'm Nikki," she prompted and stretched out her hand to greet the man who was ogling her ass.
"Uhm, hi, I'm Daniel," he mumbled and gently squeezed her held-out hand. She responded with her gorgeous smile and traced her fingers across his when she slowly pulled her hand away. She turned around and continued to pour herself some coffee from the percolator.
"Can I pour you a cup?" she asked over her shoulder, taking his cup and filling it for him.
After this modest encounter, they would make an effort to say hello to each other and would chit-chat in the canteen about recent sports events over coffee, at least once a day.
Nikki was in a relationship with her boyfriend of four years, and Daniel had been married for twelve years to Kate with whom he had two daughters. Neither of them could have predicted the irredeemable consequences which unfolded after their impromptu meeting.
The indecent incident that triggered an avalanche of events started at the company's year-end function.
It was late in the evening and most of the people still present were now partying pretty hard. Daniel was dancing amongst a group of people when Nikki appeared in front of him, sensually swaying her hips from side to side and suggestively moving closer to him with every beat. He mirrored her moves and took her hand to twirl her around. She had a lot to drink, and her inhibitions at this point were fast flying out of the window.
She ran her hands across his chest while she was dancing, inching closer to him while gyrating her hips towards him. When he twirled her around again, he pulled her against him and felt her pelvis grind up against him. He looked back in horror to see how his wife was watching the two of them, her arms folded and rolling her eyes at him.
Uncomfortably, he backed away from Nikki but continued dancing. When she turned herself around and dropped down in front of him, he was both shocked and turned on when she twerked backward into him, grinding her sexy ass against his crotch. For a brief moment, Daniel was in Nikki-heaven, but when he looked up, several people were gasping, some cheering or snickering at their salacious show.
He noticed Henry, Nikki's boyfriend, shaking his head angrily and hitting his hand against the wall behind him. He then caught a glimpse of his wife, who stormed out of the venue. He looked down once more at Nikki's tight ass and realized he had his hands on her hips. He let go at once and backed away, doing a cowboy lasso dance move in an attempt to appear unfazed, and laughed along with some of the people who were cheering them on. But he understood that they have crossed a dangerous line. In front of their partners. And their work colleagues.
He walked off as soon as the song was done, awkwardly leaving Nikki standing there by herself. She called after him and then stumbled towards Henry who was standing at the back wall. Visibly upset, he snatched her by the hand and dragged her outside. They must have left immediately as he did not see them again.
Daniel made his way back to the bar for another drink and chatted with some of the people there, glancing around anxiously for Kate, whom he couldn't spot. After about fifteen minutes, he downed the last of his drink and went searching for his wife. A half hour later, while in the parking area, one of the porters mentioned that a lady had called an Uber, and that she was collected about twenty minutes ago. The description fitted that of Kate and Daniel gathered his things and drove home.
They had a huge fight that night. Kate was understandably upset, expressing how she was extremely humiliated and accused him of having an affair. He became incensed about the accusation and countered that he did not do anything wrong. That Nikki's behavior was a drunken misunderstanding and he could not be held responsible for her actions. He ended up sleeping on the couch that night. And for the next three nights.
Back at work on Monday, Daniel intentionally attempted to avoid Nikki. He did not go to the canteen but rather ordered a coffee delivery by midday. He pretty much stayed in his office for most of the day. At around two o'clock, Nikki popped her head into his office.
"Good afternoon, Dan. Are you not having any coffee today?"
"A little busy here, maybe later," he replied, lifting the phone to his ear and dialing a number. When he looked up, she was gone. He continued to maintain his distance and the following days passed without any interaction at all.
About a week later, busy working at his desk, he heard a knock on the door. Looking up, he saw Nikki standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in her hand.
"I could not bear another passing day without you... having any coffee," and she walked into his office, around his desk, and came to stand right next to him. She placed a barista poured late on the table in front of him, bending slightly across him so her one breast could graze his shoulder.
It was detected, because he felt a sudden bolt pulse into his crotch. He turned his face into her hair and inhaled her glorious scent. A glance down gifted a glimpse of her bounteous cleavage, heaving under her blouse. She slowly rouse back up, meeting his eyes as they followed her bosom.
He inadvertently bit his bottom lip, then picked up the coffee and took a sip.
"That is delicious," he quipped before taking another, "thank you, this is as much appreciated as needed. I feel like I'm drowning here," he said, leaning back in his chair.
She had not moved, standing right next to him, and he pushed the chair back to increase the space between them.
"Did you not get one for yourself?" he offered after an uncomfortable silence.
She was observing him closely, her hands folded across her chest and her legs crossed.
"I did, it's in my office," she replied over her shoulder when she turned around and walked out of his office.
"Fuck, Nikki, you are driving me nuts," he mumbled while adjusting the throbbing bulge in his trousers.
