I was planning on sleeping in Saturday morning but the obnoxious ringtone I'd saved for office calls woke me about 7:15. Still half asleep, I picked the phone up and answered. "Hello."
"Goodman, were you still sleeping?" My boss asked in his normal stern tone of voice.
"It's Saturday morning." I replied wondering why he'd care if I was asleep or not.
"Sorry if I woke you Goodman, but we've got a major problem." He said.
I almost asked him if he had a mouse in his pocket but knew that if he said we have a problem he really meant I have a problem. Instead of making a smart comment I asked. "What's the problem and what can I do to help solve it?"
My boss, Kevin Richman, seldom uses my first name unless he's trying to coerce me into something and this morning was no exception as he explained. "Corporate wants a major revision on the pricing for the Nordstrom proposal that's to be presented Monday at noon. I know I can count on you Allen to give up your Saturday, or at least part of it, to get the revisions entered in the system and printed out for me."
"That's a ton of computer work Kevin." I replied.
"I know it is, but I can count on you Allen, correct?" He answered.
I thought about blowing him off, but knew that we've been trying to nail down Nordstrom for months. Apparently corporate had agreed to a reduction in our wholesale pricing and if we won this account my commission would be sizable making all the meetings I've attended and phone calls I've made worth the effort.
"I'm gonna need some help." I replied without agreeing to give up my day off just yet.
Kevin instantly said. "Tell me who you need and I'll get them there."
There was only one choice, the staff member who knew the software better than anyone. "See if you can get Francine Phillips." I said.
"No problem, I'll call her supervisor, Marge and let her break the bad news to Phillips!" Kevin replied.
"Okay, make sure you tell Marge that Francine will be helping me." I suggested knowing that would help convince Fran to agree.
"What time should I tell her you'll be there?" Richman asked.
"It's gonna take five or six hours to make all the changes, tell Marge I'll be there between 8:30 and 9:00." I replied.
"Okay Goodman, I'll email you with the changes." Kevin answered reverting back to calling me by my last name.
"I'm gonna what some comp time Kevin." I said
"Yeah, yeah you can take a couple long lunches next week." He sarcastically replied before hanging up.
I started a pot of coffee then jumped in the shower and shaved while it brewed. "At least I can be comfortable while spending my day off at the office." I thought as I slipped on a pair of old faded jeans and a red sport shirt.
As I enjoyed my morning java my cell phone rang, it was Fran calling. "Hey there Fran." I said answering her call.
"Good morning Allen, I got a call from Marge and I understand you asked specifically for my help with the pricing changes on the Nordstrom proposal." Fran said.
"Yes I did, and I know you were most likely up late last night celebrating your anniversary with Jim, but we both know you're the expert on that software." I explained.
"Well you're right about the second part." Fran replied.
"Oops, so your anniversary celebration didn't go so well?" I asked.
"He's a fucking asshole." Fran remarked without expanding on how her night with her husband went.
"I'm sorry to hear that Fran." I said.
Francine giggled and answered with one word. "Liar."
"So you'll help me today?" I asked.
"If it gets me outta here I sure will, besides I can't imagine anything I'd rather be doing today." Fran said rather sarcastically.
"You're a lifesaver Fran, is 8:30 okay?" I said asked.
"I wanna shower and shampoo my hair, 9:00 would be better." She answered.
"That's fine, I need to go over the changes first before we can make the revisions to the proposal. Richman needs it on his desk by noon Monday." I explained.
"You don't mind if I wear jeans and a tee shirt do you Allen?" Fran asked.
"Of course not, it's just us so dress as casual as you want." I replied.
"Thanks, I'll see you a little later." Fran said before disconnecting our call.
On the way to the office I considered calling Kay, but decided against it for a couple reasons. First, I figured it was too early for her to be up since she didn't open the shop until 10:00 AM on Saturdays, and second, I doubted she want to hear that I was working on Saturday even though it would be completely honest. Maybe I'd call her later or stop by her store to see if she wanted to spend the evening together.
I pulled into the empty parking lot outside the office and parked in Kevin's reserved space certain he'd never show up on a Saturday. With my travel mug of hot coffee in hand I rode the elevator to our floor, then unlocked the door and entered the dark office.
I left the door unlocked and flipped on a few lights, then headed for my desk. As usual Richman's email was blunt and to the point. Corporate had asked for an across the board seventeen percent discount on the order, but also wanted our new spring ladies jogger line added at full wholesale pricing. I assumed the big wigs at corporate figured with that deep a discount we could add in the spring line without the buyers at Nordstrom noticing, and the total cost would still be less than previously quoted.
I knew Fran could handle the discount fairly easily using a global price change in the order, but adding the ladies jogger line would take a lot more time.
I figured Fran would like a coffee when she arrived, so I printed the email and headed for the lunch room to brew a pot. The coffee maker was making those gurgling sounds it does when the last of the water had been heated and pumped into the brewing basket when Fran peeked around the door jamb to the lunch room.
"Good morning Allen." She said with a bright smile.
"Hey there good lookin." I replied.
Fran was wearing that same three quarter length coat she wore Friday, but this time instead of her sexy legs showing below the coat it was her perfectly ironed jeans. The needle sharp crease in front rested perfectly on the top of her black leather pumps. Her pearl white teeth were framed with a succulent shade of pink lip gloss and those sparkling blue eyes were accentuated by expertly applied eye shadow and darker eye liner. She had curled her brunette locks with a soft wave, taking advantage of their longer length to let them flow behind her shoulders and down her back. One delicate wave crossed her forehead further accentuating her crystal clear blue eyes.
"Did you make coffee?" She asked, obviously a silly question since the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.
"Of course, would you like a cup?" I replied.
"Yes please, but let me hang up my coat first." Fran answered.
I stepped to the doorway so I could watch her walk toward her desk. She had a vivacious bounce in her step, walking much like a runway model would with one foot perfectly in front of the other. Even with her coat covering her hips I could tell they were moving very seductively. Her long wavy brunette hair bounced in rhythm with her steps.
Fran must have known I was staring intently at her as she walked and she stopped by the coat rack facing away from me. Her hands moved to her waist and she undid the twisted belt that held her coat closed, the ends dropped to her sides dangling toward the floor. She took way too much time unbuttoning the coat then slowly slipped it off her shoulders. She casually gave her head a shake causing her hair to spread even wider across her shoulders. Her jeans fit snuggly over her sexy ass and thighs and the white tee shirt she wore was pulled down over the waist line of her jeans. From where I was standing I couldn't detect any lines of a bra under her shirt. From her appearance I instantly assumed that more than a price change was on her mind this morning.
After carefully hanging her coat on the rack Fran turned toward me, her smile even wider then before. She began walking toward me with the same vivacious bounce to her step. But this time instead of watching how seductively her hips moved I was staring at her braless tits bouncing with every step. She had cut the tiniest possible V in the neckline of her white tee shirt almost as a pointer to draw my attention to her big unencumbered breasts.
I nearly dropped my coffee mug, and I'm certain my jaw dropped as I watched her sexy stroll until she stopped inches from me. Her vanilla scented perfume wafted into my nostrils and with those awesome baby blues sparkling up at me she asked. "I hope this isn't too casual?"
"It's perfect for me." I answered resisting the urge to reach out and touch one cotton covered breast.
"Good, now about that coffee?" Fran said as she sidestepped my mesmerized body.
I turned and like a puppy dog following its mother walked behind her into the lunch room which allowed me to admire her incredible ass.
Fran didn't wait for me to pour her coffee instead she tipped the pot and filled her cup. As she added creamer and sugar she said. "I like my coffee like my men, hot, creamy and very sweet." She turned to face me, leaned against the counter and added. "We better get started or we'll be here all day."
I just smiled wondering if she meant we should get the work done so we can fuck each other senseless later.
Fran again sidestepped me and headed for her desk. I walked behind studying her ass wondering if she was pantyless also.
She sat down at her desk and crossed her legs, then turned on her computer. I stood beside her waiting for the computer to finish its start-up process. Fran leaned toward me and pressed her arm against my hip. "I hope you're not going to hover over me all morning."?????
