The next day she woke up sore and smiling. She stretched, letting out that morning sigh and then realized it was back to reality. She had to pack and head to the airport.
She showered and shaved, too exhausted and tender from last night to even think about masturbating.
She walked through the hotel lobby to catch a taxi to the airport and she saw him across the lobby. The memories of the past couple nights flooded through her and she smiled. He gave her a professional smile back and waved and she saw the woman next to turn to look at her. He must have invited his girlfriend to meet him in Chicago and extended his work trip for a little vacation. His girlfriend was absolutely adorable, one of those really cute petite women that tall women are always jealous of. She gave a small wave back to him and his girlfriend and continued towards the cab, not wanting to get into that awkward situation.
She headed back to New York and back to work. Things settled back into the normal routine; work, home, sleep, repeat, weekends. Their work relationship resumed as if nothing had happened, coffee dates and lunch breaks where all they discussed was work, and some co-worker gossip. She just followed his lead; if he didn't want to address it, she wouldn't address it. She didn't want to come on too strong and lose her favorite work friend. So she sat through all of their work discussions, getting wet just listening to him speak, secretly hoping he would just push her into some corner or alleyway. She would then go home and get herself off thinking about those fantasies.
A few weeks after Chicago, they went to their usual deli and grabbed food then ended up at their usual park to eat because of the surprisingly great weather. The great weather had inspired her to wear her first sundress of the season. It was a floral print dress, a little shorter than knee length and it had ruffles around the top to somewhat hide her cleavage in a work setting. She had paired it with a nice pair of nude wedges, a cardigan and a belt to make it even more professional. They sat down at a picnic table to eat and he got really animated telling her a story about a client of his and how he had gotten them money back on a deal where the contractors had completely screwed up work on their house. She smiled as he told her how he had taken control of the situation. She remembered him taking control in Chicago and started day-dreaming as he continued his story. She didn't even notice when he went silent until he cleared his throat.
She looked up and his face was unusually serious. She let the moment hang there, not knowing what to say and his eyes stared her down.