She shifted in her desk chair nervously. Pushing up her dark rimmed glasses, she stared down at her Dell laptop. She was losing her nerve. A quick stretch allowed her to scan the office over her short cubicle walls. The petting zoo, as she called it, was off to lunch for the most part. Basically, she was alone. The coffee in a white Styrofoam cup loomed large over the keyboard. One tiny poke and she'd hopefully fry the CPU. Tap, it went over easy. The screen flashed, blinked and then went black. Jackpot, she curled her full lips in satisfaction.
Dialing the support center, she shifted feeling the garter belt pull with her motion. The lace tickled her skin on the back of her legs. Her black skirt rode up to show the top of her hose.
"Support Center," the young woman chirped. " Janet, speaking. May I help you?"
"Yes, my laptop stopped working," Victoria replied.
"Ma'am, Can I get your associate number and location?"
"33493, Trans-star."
"Can you please describe the issue?"
"My laptop isn't working. The screen went black. I believe it may have gotten wet," Victoria responded omitting the details of how it happened.
"I see," she replied as she typed. "Can you give me your port number?"
"CHA-101-03-02"
"I'll have local support come look at the unit. I'll set the priority to high as a work stop."
"Who will that be?" she asked nervously.
"One moment," she replied as keystrokes clicked in the background. "Mark is on support for your group. Can I assist you with anything else?"
"No, Thank you."
"Your ticket number is 1-934869. Please refer to this number if you call back with any questions."
"Thanks."
She hung up the phone. Flipping open her purse, she pulled out her compact mirror to check her appearance. Her dark green eyes rimmed with black lashes were tastefully highlighted by golden brown eye shadow. She wiped a smudge of brown eyeliner. The guava stain lipstick still shined from the morning coat. She rubbed her lips together and puckered in the mirror at her reflection. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair held the curl from this morning's hot roller well. Anxious, she picked at the arch of her eyebrow as she waited.
She saw him approach from the corner of her eye. She snapped down the compact as her heart jumped into her throat. His muscular forearms were exposed by his stripped polo shirt. She smiled up at him. He ignored her looking at the dead laptop.
"You having computer problems?" he asked motioning for her to move.
"Yes, it...um...stopped working."
She stood up and moved to the side of her desk. He proceeded to take her place in the chair. He looked back up at her when he touched the wet keyboard.
"Who gave it a coffee bath?"
"Me," she blushed quickly adding. "It was an accident."
"We'll need to get you a new unit," he exhaled in frustration.
"Oh," she tried to act surprised.
"I'll order you one and it should..."
"No, I have a deadline," she interjected seeing it wasn't going as planned.
"I can look to see if we have an old one in the build room. We can re-image to use until yours comes in."
"Yes," she replied trying to catch his eye. "That will work. Can we go now to get it?"
He actually really seemed to see her then. His eyebrows pulled together as he accessed her motives.
"Only IT is allowed in there."
"Oh," she patted his forearm lightly. "I won't tell, if you won't"
"Just this once," he smiled back at her unusual behavior scooping up the wet laptop. He paused to shake out the coffee before proceeding down the hall.
She walked behind him enjoying the way his khakis fit his body. They weren't too baggy or too tight. The shapely muscles of his ass flexed as he walked. She bit her bottom lip. Her knees trembled under her. The 4 inch black heels she chose to catch his eye were making her wobbly as she walked.
Mark pressed the code into the keypad gaining access to the room. It was lined with shelves of desktop towers. A large table ran the length down the center of the room. Wood stools surrounded it. Network cords, printer paper and various small hardware was strewn about the table top. Harsh fluorescent lights gave the room a sterile feeling. Also, the light created a white halo effect in the pale blue of Mark's eyes. He placed the damaged laptop down on the table.
"You can sit here," he motioned to one of the wooden stools.
"Thanks," she replied taking the seat.
He went to the other side of the room sorting through a stack of old IBM ThinkPads. He retrieved a relatively nice one and brought it back over to where she sat.
"What applications do you need?" he asked flipping open the computer and turned it on.
" Um, most my programs are online. I need Peoplesoft and Mainframe access," she replied intentionally slipping forward on the stool to pull up her skirt.
"Anything else?" he replied staring at the ThinkPad. She watched his profile and could see him stealing uncomfortable glances up her skirt. Her legs slightly spread with her garter belts exposed to the light. She popped her top button of her white blouse allowing a better view of her cleavage as well.
"I don't know," she pretended to be confused. "I guess I need the Microsoft Office suite."
She slid off the stool briefly flashing her black lace thongs before the skirt fell down to her knees when her feet hit the floor. She stepped over to slip between him and the computer.
"This looks a little different then my other one," she spoke running her fingernails over the keyboard. Her ass brushed against his hard-on. The smell of his cologne, Obsession, enveloped her. The heat of his body warmed her back in contrast to the coolness of the room. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her push up bra.
"Yes," he cleared his throat.
"Not much different though..." she replied turning around to him. They were face to face. His nose almost brushed hers. The lust bubbled like hot lava between them, but he didn't move. Her heart pounded in her ears as she screamed inside for him to kiss her. Ever molecule in her body shook with anticipation.
"It will be a little slower," he whispered before he slipped away from her.
He took a few steps down to a drawer a safe distance from her advances. She reacted to the rejection the only way she knew how. She turned away from him and walked out the door. Back at her desk, she thought she die from embarrassment.
The hours passed slowly without a computer. She cursed her stupid plan. He wasn't interested in her. At five o'clock, she was packing up her things when the phone rang. Mark's extension popped up on the caller id.
"Yes"
"Your laptop is ready," his voice replied casually.
"I'm on my way out for the weekend," she responded stiffly. "I'll pick it up on Monday."
Her throat tickled again with tears. She'd never wanted to run and hide so bad in her life. One rejection was enough for the day. To think, she'd spent a year planning this day. For that matter, she'd wasted seventy dollars on lingerie in an attempt to get his attention. She slipped on her beige raincoat. Then, she headed for the parking garage. In a haze of self reprimands for stupidity, she went through the various security check points before reaching her car on the second level. The click of her heels had been so loud she had not notice the sound of a second set of footsteps. She placed her purse on the roof of her car when she saw his alluring reflection in the back passenger window. She sighed and turned to him with a sour expression.