I peeked my head into Theron's office, and watched for a minute as he stared intently at his computer monitor. I shook my head, and knocked on his door. He looked up quickly and then back down.
“Hey, Jessi, what do ya need?”
“Hey, I was going to lunch and just wanted to know if you'd like to join me.”
“No I can't.”
“You work too hard Theron, you're going to burn yourself out.”
He looked up at me, and smiled. God, I loved to see him smile. He is such a sexy man, and in the time that I've worked here, there's been many times spent fantasizing over this man. I have been inviting him to lunch with me everyday, and he's excepted sometimes, but always kept his distance, which unnerved me, but I vowed to myself that one day I would get him to notice me as more than just a co-worker.
“I'll be just fine, Jess. I gotta get this done.”
“Fine. But take a break soon!”
“I will!”
When I came back to work, I tried hard to do what I had to, but my mind kept going back to Theron, and with the thoughts I had of him I couldn't concentrate. In order to finally put the thoughts into the back of my head, I told myself that tonight I'd get him. I'd make him relax, take a break from all the work he'd been doing, and enjoy himself.
I had gotten roped in to staying and working with an account, and as I took a break I noticed Theron still at his desk. I looked at the clock, thinking that maybe I mistook the time but it said it was eight o'clock. I smiled as I came into his office.
“Why're you here so late Sir, you should've gone home two hours ago?”
“I have to finish this. Why're you here so late?”
“Got handed the Robinson report, and the boss said it had to be presentable by tomorrow morning.”
“Ah, I see. So, what're you doing hanging out here?”
“I'm taking a break.”
I watched him as he sat up more in his chair, and stretched his back. He took his head from side to side, to work out his neck, and I took the opportunity to come behind him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and began to rub them. “Mmmm...that's nice.”
“Good, you're very tense. How long you been sitting in this chair?”
“I don't know. I've gotten up a few times.”
I clicked my tongue in a disapproving way.
“Didn't I tell you earlier to take a break? Have you eaten at all?”
“Some things from the vending machine.”
“That's even worse!”
I took my hands from his shoulders and down his chest. I had to bite my tongue when I felt the toned muscles. He looked back at me, and smiled.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you a massage.”
“But my chest doesn't hurt.”
“Feels good though doesn't it?”
“Yes, but still.”
“But still what? Look if your shoulders and neck hurt, you're bound to have some tense muscles in your chest as well.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I know these things.”
“How do you know them?”
“I read a lot.”
I gave him an innocent smile and moved my hands back to his neck and shoulders, letting my long fingernails graze the bottoms of his ears as I worked.
“Okay, look, Jess, I really got to get back to this.”
“Oh Theron, Theron! Always working! You need time for yourself you know, you need to enjoy life, not just work through it.”
“I do, when I have no work.” I shook my head, and moved, coming around to the front of him, and blocking his view of the computer.
“Hey! Move!”
“Not yet. Are you hungry?”
“I'll eat later.”
“I didn't ask when you would eat. I asked if you were hungry.”
“Yeah, but I don't have time.”
“You're going to make time.”
“Jessi! I really...”
I brought my finger up to his lips and stopped his talk.
“What kind of food do you like? I'm going to order some, and you will eat with me.”
He gave me an angry look, but I ignored it, and just kept staring at him. He finally spoke, not able to take the hard stare that I was giving to him.
“Anything is fine.”
“Okay, I'll come get you when it gets here.”
He waved his hands at me and I moved away from the screen, shaking my head.
I came back around when the food had arrived, and practicality had to drag Theron from his desk. I had set up everything, and he smiled as he walked in. Looking over the spread, his eyebrows came down when he saw the bottle of wine.
“Where'd you get that?”
“I now the owner of the restaurant, how'd you think we got all this instead of just Chinese or pizza?”
“Ha! Hadn't even thought of that. What we got here?”
“The best Italian food you'll ever eat. Come on sit down!”
He sat in one of the lounge chairs and I sat across from him on the floor. He poured the wine, looking at the glasses confusingly.
“Got those from the restaurant too, with the promise that I'd bring them back.” “I see. You must be a real favorite of the owner.”
I laughed, and nodded my head.
“Yeah, you could say that.”
We ate in silence for a while and then he looked at me with a smile.
“Why are you sitting on the floor?”
“I don't want to make a mess of myself, and it's easier to reach my plate on the table if I'm down here.”
