(Fifth in the series)
I did get her to commit to coming over that night. The arrangement to give her an airtight experience in Receiving seemed to soften her up. I'm not saying I was falling for her. My heart was still too damaged from my divorce to do that. The thing was, I needed to feel her pussy. Feeling her ass on my cock that morning was wonderful. But I never got to feel her pussy that morning. I never got to taste her pussy. The promise she made me after was my driving force to get home to make a great dinner for her. As I started cooking the pasta, I was thinking about everything else. My house was still in order, so I didn't have to worry about trying to tidy up more.
As I was draining the pasta, I could hear a knock at my door. I put the pot down and went to open the door to find her standing there. I was unsure if she changed before coming over since I never saw her dress that morning. It was a pink dress covered by a pink jacket. I started to think she had a thing for pink. Her hair was down this time, the first since I've met her. She flashed a smile before looking at me.
"May I come in, Sir?" she asked.
The word Sir melted me a little. I motioned for her to enter before closing the door and offering to take her jacket. As we walked into my kitchenette, it was a bit uneasy. The last time she came to my apartment, she had an edge because she surprised me. This time, neither of us had an advantage. She watched from the bar as I finished putting together the spaghetti with meat sauce. Italian had always been something I could whip up due to my being raised by my mother. I turned with the dish and saw her looking at me.
"Italian?" she asked before smiling.
As we sat down to eat, I made sure to have some crusty bread to sop up the sauce. We enjoyed a pleasant dinner. There was mostly work talk, Lisa sharing some office gossip. Apparently, the girls were unsure why the Training Manager was pushing her to drive a forklift so much. The Facility Manager had been discussing a promotion for the Office Manager and there was talk of some lateral moves to cover spots. It wasn't long before dinner was done.
I poured her a second glass of wine before we adjourned to the living room. We both sat on the couch and began to chat more. I was thinking that it started to feel more like a date before she opened her mouth.
"So, Jack, was it your intention to have Johnson and Meyer team up on me this morning?"
I decided to come clean.
"No. My intention was to be ready in case you tried something. My plan was just to close the door, use you like I wanted, then open the door as if nothing happened. I wasn't counting on you wearing coveralls nor on them walking in while I had you in that compromising position."
She took a small swig of her wine.
"I'm not saying I hated it. I didn't. I dated Johnson a little bit before I was placed in the office. It was a nice reminder of what we had. I stopped dating him because of company policy."
"You could date him if you want. You just must be professional while you're on the clock."
