Author's Note: "He Said, She Said -- Ch. 01: The Seduction" is being released under the "Erotic Couplings" category and is the first installment of a two-part series. "He Said, She Said -- Ch. 02: The Consequences" will be released next week under the "Loving Wives" category.
Chapter 01: The Seduction
I should have known she would be trouble the moment she walked into the interview room. Diminutive in stature, her auburn hair pulled back in a bun, the thirty-ish young woman carried an air of confidence beyond her years. The two other interviewers and I stood briefly as she approached the table.
"Miss Edwards?" inquired Gerard, extending his hand in greeting. "Mrs. Edwards," she replied with a grin, revealing a perfectly straight and beautifully white set of teeth. It was one of those light-up-the-room smiles. My gaze captured hers for perhaps a moment too long.
"Good morning, Mrs. Edwards," I said, "thanks for joining us today. I'm Jim Thompson. This is Gerard DePaul, and that's Walid Kaisa. Gerard heads up the research group and Walid heads up the implementation team. I'm in charge of the programming group and will be making the final hiring decision."
She nodded and flashed her smile again. "You can call me Angela," she said as handshakes continued around the table.
As the interview proceeded, it became painfully obvious that she was the best candidate with whom we'd spoken. She handled both technical and behavioural questions adroitly. As the scheduled hour wound down, I could tell that neither Gerard nor Walid was ready for the session to end.
"Mrs. Edwards, would you be able to spend an extra 15 to 30 minutes with us?" I asked, "I believe that we have the room for as long as we need it."
"Sure -- no problem. And it's Angela, Mr. Thompson."
"Good. And you can call me Jim. I'd like to give you a better sense of the organization you'll be joining, and the particular needs of the role you'll fill," I said. I had learned over the years that interviewing is always a two-way street, and if you find a candidate you want to land, you need to sell the job to them as well as they sell themselves to you.
We finished up twenty minutes later and, after soliciting and answering questions from Angela, sent her on her way. "Well, boys, what do you think?" I asked.
"Smart lady," replied Walid.
"And a real looker," teased Gerard.
"None of the ladies' man crap," I answered, "we're strictly talking business here. Besides, what would Sophie think if she heard that comment out of you?"
"She'd say it's par for the course. All bark and no bite. Any number of tired clichés," he grinned.
"Well, I say get your mind out of the gutter and help me decide on legitimate grounds."
Walid interrupted the exchange. "She's the best person for the job," he stated simply.
"Agreed," added Gerard, "she's got the programming skills and lots of upside on the people skills side. Not your average computer geek. She has management potential."
I released a slow, mild sigh. "Agreed," I conceded.
Three weeks later, Angela was our newest employee.
Throughout her first few months on the job, she climbed the learning curve quickly. My weekly one-on-one meetings with her convinced me of a sophisticated programming approach and a rapidly developing understanding of the organization.
"This project for Bozer seems to be a prime candidate for escalation," she suggested at a weekly meeting a few months into her tenure. "I'd like to prioritize it above my others. I'm just finishing up the risk management modelling work."
"Keen insight," I replied, "Bozer's someone you want to keep happy if your career here is going to get some momentum." Despite the fact that we had no direct reporting line to Thad Bozer, he was a rainmaker for the organization, bringing in the lion's share of our new contracts.
"Thanks. You always seem to take an interest in my development, not just the work that I do for you. I really appreciate that." Her tone was sincere.
"No thanks needed. It's part of being a decent manager. Speaking of which, I'll be frank, Angela -- I have you targeted as someone to groom for succession planning."
"There's no need to be Frank -- I like Jim just fine," she teased, sporting her trademark light-up-the-room smile.
"Now you're making me blush," I replied -- and it was true.
She pushed her flirt a little further. "And as to grooming me, you can assist in my boudoir any time."
"Okay, okay -- let's not go there..."
"Aw, why not?" she asked with an overdone pout. By that time the colour in my face surely resembled that of a stop sign -- consistent with the sign I was trying to get Angela to heed. I shifted in my seat to relieve some of the pressure building at the front of my boxer briefs. She glanced briefly down at my discomfort.
"Enough's enough," I answered -- and then made the mistake of smiling and patting her hand so that she'd know I wasn't angry. Her squeeze of my fingers and seductive smile in return set off a flutter in my stomach. I knew then that she wasn't completely teasing.
I cleared my throat. "Back to business," I said flatly, "it's fine to start on Bozer's project next. Great idea. Glad to see you being proactive."
"It might surprise you if you knew how forward-looking I can be," she smiled.
"Somehow, I think you're full of surprises..."
From that day onward, I sensed a growing sexual tension with Angela whenever we met together. She'd always lean just a little bit forward as we spoke. She'd often grasp my forearm or wrist for emphasis when making a point. I'd sometimes catch her glance lingering on me when I'd look up from my meeting notes.
I've always closed the door to filter out background noise when meeting with others in my office, but I began to leave it open whenever Angela and I met. The open door successfully prevented the conversation from straying into the boudoir arena, but unfortunately did nothing to keep my eyes from straying where they shouldn't.
Recognizing my own vulnerability, I tried to always steer our conversations toward strictly business or family matters. I made sure she knew all about my wife, Jessica, and our three kids. And Angela shared pictures and stories with me of her 3 year-old daughter, Kaylee, and her husband, Bill. He was a police officer who loved his job, and whose beat included my and Jessica's neighbourhood. Kaylee stayed with Angela's mom during working hours.
Despite the ongoing undercurrent and my roving eyes, my defensive strategy seemed to be keeping the hormones at bay as fall became winter. "Little sister, Jim -- think little sister!" I told myself, determined to overcome my infatuation.
However, during one of our early December conversations on the Bozer project, she stopped mid-sentence. My eyes were resting guiltily on the milky-white swell of her small but invitingly rounded breasts. Her cleavage was barely peeking out from behind a frilly purple lace camisole worn under her tight white sweater. Angela's outfits had become increasingly daring despite the cooler weather -- nothing inappropriate for the office environment, but tighter and frillier than in the past.
She simply waited for me to look up at her eyes. Her smile once again lit up the room. "Busted!" she teased.
"I-um... I don't... I'm not sure what to say. I'm sorry, Angela -- I guess I was... distracted," I confessed obliquely, hoping she didn't realize the source of my distraction.
"And why would that be?" she pressed.
"I don't want to insult you..."
"By lying? Or by telling the truth?"
"Which would be more insulting?"
"I think you know the answer to that."
"Okay. I won't lie to you. I was staring at your breasts. And I won't do it again," I promised, trying to consciously fix my gaze on her mouth. I couldn't look her in the eye, and I couldn't dare to look lower than her mouth.
"Jim, it doesn't bother me. I'm flattered. In fact -- I'd hoped you'd noticed."
