With special thanks to Kat0511 for her encouragement and editorial expertise.
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I've always had a rule against approaching a fellow employee at work. Not only was it risky, but there was so much that could happen. About a month ago we hired a new manager. She was completely gorgeous and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. The minute she walked into the office I was hooked and had no idea what to do about this. After a few weeks I decided to at least introduce myself and see where it went.
"Hello, my name is Brian," I said, reaching out my hand.
She looked at me from behind her glasses and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Katrina," she said, taking my hand.
My heart began to pound and it seemed I forgot how to talk for a moment. It was nice because it was casual Friday when I finally introduced myself, so she was wearing this nice tight pair of jeans and an AC/DC shirt. I could feel my cock tingle as she looked at me and then walked away.
I was always horrible at reading people, but the way she took my hand I could tell there was something between us from the beginning. I wanted to just grab her and pull her into a storage closet and slide my hard cock between her thighs the minute I saw her. I needed to find a way to break my rule even though it had worked up to this point.
A few months had passed and Katrina and I had bumped into each other a few times here and there, it seemed I could never get her alone where we could talk and see if she felt the same way about me. Would she even go out with me? Or would this be just like all of my other work relationships?
I would sit in my office and think about what it would be like to have her walk into my office, unzip my pants and run her tongue up and down my hard cock. This was a fantasy that often kept me locked in my office masturbating with only my right hand and some spit to keep it lubed up. I wanted Katrina in the worst way, but had no idea how I was going to even approach her.
All of a sudden there was a knock on my office door and my boss came in, asking me to come to his office for a short meeting between just the two of us.
"Brian, how long have you been with this company?" he asked.
"Two years," I replied.
"Well, you have been doing a great job and I would like to reward you with a promotion," he looked and smiled.
"WOW! Thanks so much. I will not let you down," I told him.
The next day I sent an email to all my employees and realized that Katrina now worked for me. My heart skipped a beat just thinking about staring at this blond haired beauty in meetings. I needed to compose myself because this type of relationship could really get me into trouble, if not fired.
As I was staring at my computer screen an email notification popped up my desktop; it was from Katrina. I read through it and realized she was excited to be working for me and that she hoped that we could go out for a drink to celebrate. I had no idea what to do. The thoughts swirled through my head. Should I send her an email back saying sure or should I regretfully decline?
I really didn't want to start things off on the wrong foot, so I emailed her back and told her to meet me after work at the bar just down the street from our building. My fingers shook as I hovered over the send button, wondering what the boys upstairs would think about me having a drink with one of my employees. I hit send and was excited to get an immediate response telling me she would see me there. I felt like a little kid who just got a new bike for Christmas.
When the work day finally ended, I cleaned up my area to head over the local bar where we'd agreed to meet. As I stepped on the elevator, I realized that if something happened, there was no turning back. I had to either play it cool and not show her how I really felt or just go with it and see what happened. My phone vibrated. It was Katrina texting me that she had to run home, but if it wasn't too weird to come over for that drink. I was really starting to worry and wonder what I should do. I texted her back asking for her address.
It took me 15 minutes to drive to her house, which was on a dark lit street in a not so nice part of town. What was a woman like this living in a place like this I wondered? It was so dark on her street that I couldn't even see the house numbers.
"Which house is it?" I texted her.
"Second house on the left, and I stepping into the shower, so just let yourself in." she texted back.
I finally got to her house and walked in, closing the door behind me. I called out her name but got no answer. For a moment, I was worried I had walked into the wrong house and was about to get shot or have the crap beaten out of me by some huge biker type dude. I heard the shower going and walked towards a wall where a bunch of pictures were hanging and realized I was in the right house. I let out a sigh of relief and then realized her bathroom door was wide open. I forced myself to look away from the door so I wouldn't come across as some sort of peeping Tom. Luckily she never noticed my one quick glance into her bathroom.
I sat down on the couch and watched several furry little cats scurry around the house. I sat there thinking about what would happen beyond this one drink. Would the whole entire office know that I slept with the new girl? Would I even be able to make the step to try anything with her? I sat there for what felt like 30 minutes with these thoughts running through my head.
"Hi there, Brian," said a small voice behind me.
"Hi Katrina. Nice place you have here," I replied.
