Continuing off from that night, Pam needed a drink before heading home so she called up Isabel. They met up and didn't head home until late at night. When she did, Jim was waiting already in bed. Just the thought of entering the room, having to talk to him and having to lay next to him made her sick.
"Hello there," Jim greeted her.
"General Kenobi," Pam wittily replied.
They had recently watched Revenge of the Sith in a previous night which is how and why Pam got him. As if there was any other way of answering. Jim just chuckled as he laid his head on his pillow while not taking his sight off her. Pam stumbled as she tried taking off her pencil skirt and shoes. She was aware of his staring which made her anxious and guilty. She couldn't look at him and tried her hardest not to seem like something was bothering her but just like she could read Jim from the back of his neck, he could also notice when something's off.
"Are you okay?" Jim stood up and asked her.
"Uh yeah honey, I'm just tired and very sleepy!" Pam answered while she finished undressing.
"Okay then, well let's go to sleep already," Jim said.
As she got in bed Jim rolled over, hugged and gave her a kiss on her forehead. He did this to comfort her but it only made Pam feel sick.
"I love you Beesly," Jim whispered in her ear.
"Me too," Pam barely replied.
As Jim finally fell asleep, Pam remained unsettled and kept reliving her passionate moment with Charles. She could still fill him inside of her. Pam knows this wasn't good. She resisted her hardest to not start touching herself because just the thought of Charles got her extremely horny. She knew it was wrong of her to think of that laying right next to Jim but that turned her on even more. She eventually knocked out, holding and bottling in all her desire to get off to Charles.
The following day, it was just like any other day at the office. Jim and Dwight annoying each other while Pam answers phones on reception. It was just right after lunch, when suddenly Charles barged in. To her surprise, Pam froze as she began feeling anxious all over again. She didn't want to see him, like ever again.
"Pam," Charles snapped his fingers to snap Pam out of her frozen state.
"Did you just see a ghost? You seem star struck there," he questioned Pam.
She looked back at him but he seemed so confident, so unbothered that it seemed that he completely forgot about what had happened.
"Um no, I was just uh, uh, I'll get Michael for you," Pam struggled to talk back to him.
"It's okay, I'll just go into his office," Charles said as he left towards Michael's office.
"You got to get it together Beesly!" Pam talked to herself. "How is he so unbothered?"
As the day progressed, Charles never left Michael's office. It seems that they had a massive amount of paperwork to be done.
"One more hour, cmon keep it together!" Pam's thought to herself.
Finally, Charles walks out of Michael's office and into the conference room.
"If anybody needs or has any questions, I'll be working here for a while longer, okay?" Charles announced.
Michael got out of his office, and took a look at Pam.
"Yes Michael?" She questioned him.
"Pam go ahead and clear out my schedule, I need time for myself," Michael told Pam.
"Michael if you're going to nap just make sure to close the blinds, it's disturbing seeing you twitch while you sleep," Pam suggested.
"Blah blah bluh, fine, just let no one disturb me and no meetings," Michael reminded Pam.
"Yeah," Pam sighed. I'll clear out your scheduled time to bother Toby meeting.
As Pam carried on with her work, Charles approached her.
"Hey Pam, can you make me a couple of copies of these documents, thanks," Charles asked and immediately walked away.
Pam couldn't understand how naturally he was acting like nothing had happened, while she was dying of guilt. As much as she didn't want any problems, her pride was being hurt. Was she not good? Did he even enjoy her? Pam always felt that she was a dime in a city full of pennies but Charles was making her feel like she wasn't. Pam was insulted. Pam wanted to confront him or she at least wanted to reassure her arrogant self that she was indeed great because she couldn't stand not being it.