This is something more personal than any of my previous stories. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
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I'd been through quite a bad break-up a few months ago. He'd left me for another woman—he'd said she was more well-established and could give him what he wanted. I'd learned not to miss him, but I missed the idea of him -- the snuggle-partner on cold nights, the hand to hold at the movies, someone to buy naughty lingerie for and the spontaneous sex.
I couldn't find anything to fill the gap he left. Life had become mundane and boring. My friends tried to cheer me up and tried to get me right back into the game, but my heart just wasn't in it. After a few failed fix-ups with a few desperate men and a woman, I'd resolved to wait until it fell into my lap, if it was meant to be.
My job and career became my biggest priority. I worked as a project manager for a large firm. A recent sports injury had left one of the members of my team in hospital and we were short of one man. I tried to pick up the work of the missing member so that we wouldn't fall behind. Some days I stayed late at the office to make sure we were up to date and on track. My boss, Mr. Rodd, soon realized that the overtime hours I was clocking in were piling up and decided to appoint someone new.
"This is Guy," Mr. Rodd said, bringing in a tall man one morning, "He'll be filling in until Michael is well again. I trust that you will make him feel welcome and show him the ropes."
Mr. Rodd walked away without another word, leaving Guy with me. I introduced myself and walked him through to our work area, where I introduced him to the rest of the team. We discussed which sections he would take over and I volunteered to talk him through what we'd done so far and where we were headed.
He was quite something -- tall and rugged, with piercing blue eyes and strong jawline. When he spoke, it was soft and gentle, but masculine and firm. He oozed masculinity. His blonde hair was short -- military style. His face was covered in hair -- not a full-on beard, but far from clean-shaven. His shoulders were broad and his arms strong. Just looking at him sent my hormones racing. This was a real man.
Over the next few weeks, our project started to take shape quite well. We were well on track to meeting our deadlines and were three weeks away from our launch date. Guy was pulling his weight, as was the rest of the team. We worked well together. Guy and I had gotten to know each other a bit better and were getting along well. He still set my blood on fire every time I spoke to him. It took a lot of self-control to actually listen to what he was saying and not get lost in his eyes, or stare at his face and daydream about rubbing against it.
Then disaster struck. Another member of our team fell ill and needed to be in hospital -- now, at crunch time. From a five member team, we were down to three. The third member of our team was a mother of three young children and couldn't work late nights, so Guy and I took over as much as we could, working into the early hours of the morning sometimes.
We brushed up against each other a few times while working so close. While I wished he'd just know he was making me wild, we had too much work to do to warrant complicating things. He fuelled my raw sexual desire and I often had to masturbate as soon as I got home.
Two nights before the launch, we finally were back on track. Guy and I had been working since that morning in the same office. We'd ordered pizza and ate as we worked. With the last of the pages printed, stapled and punched and all the plans saved and backed-up, we breathed our sighs of relief.
"Done at last," he said.
"Yeah, it's been a rough start for you hey."
"Not too bad -- never said no to a challenge."
I gave him a smile, gazing into those stunning blue eyes.
"Better call it a night," I suggested.
"Already?"
"Yep. I have sleep to catch up on."
I began packing up and tidying up the office. Guy moved around trying to do the same. We bumped into each other and crossed over each other as we put things in order. His masculinity around me made me a little fluttering and, while fighting to keep my compusure, his arm brushed against my breast. He apologized several times for it, even though it was my fault.
"It's fine," I said.
"I'm really sorry. Don't want to get into trouble with your boyfriend or anything."
