It was nearly quitting time. I was in the new Nurse Administrator's office installing her monitor and had just finished checking it out when she came in. I had heard that she was coming but really hadn't expected her to arrive until the entire new wing of the hospital had been ready. For a brief moment I wondered if I was on schedule but quickly dropped that notion. When I had accepted the contract to install the electronics in the new facility, I had estimated eight weeks, this was only the third.
The nurses from the main complex had constantly interrupted me ever since my arrival but even with all that, I had managed to stay on schedule. Now to see the staff beginning to arrive and set up shop had me a bit edgy.
I was almost done when she walked in. I tried avoiding eye contact and was just hooking up the last connections when she came over and sat on her desk.
I couldn't avoid looking at her now and my breath actually caught in my throat. Even though she was wearing one of those business suites women execs wear, her body was something to behold. I don't think her waist was more then twenty-two or three inches and her hair was done in a sort of medium shag. Her hair was a dark auburn and as she turned her head the red strands glistened in the light. Her eyes were hypnotic; so light a gray green as to seem almost without color. I imagine she stood no more than five foot seven and that was with spike heels.
Her jacket covered a white satin blouse that was buttoned up to her throat but was snug enough to display breasts that I estimate to be nestled in a C bra cup. And she was making me nervous. I simply said, "Hi," and asked if she belonged to this office.
She slowly smiled as if amused and answered, "Yes, I know I'm early, but I wanted to move into my new house before starting work here, and decided to check it out. Look, its almost quitting time, and being new here, I was wondering if you would invite me to dinner or something. I'm starved and really don't know any good places to eat. It's on me of course."
It's rare for me to lose my cool, but I almost did. I said," sure, there's a little Italian place a few blocks from here that you might enjoy. Nothing special, but its quiet and really quite good if you enjoy Italian food." Standing she picked up her purse and looking at me simply said, "good, pack up and lets go." Two minutes later we were on our way.
Over dinner we shared a bottle of wine and good conversation. She was easy to talk to and enjoyed flirting. I mean not really obvious flirting but she enjoyed using double entendres. Words that could be taken two different ways. She was cute in that respect and I was beginning to really enjoy her as I played the game subtly with her. Somewhere during that time she exchanged names with me. She was probably Irish because her name was Megan McAllester but she preferred to be called Meg.
Finally she looked seriously at me and asked if I would be able to help her unpack and set up her house. Apparently the furniture had arrived earlier but she needed someone to help her set it up. I said sure, I'm not doing anything tomorrow. She smiled again, then asked, "How about tonight? Every thing's in boxes and the beds need to be assembled. Could you at least help me get a bed together?"
I had planned to do my wash this evening back at the motel, but figured I could do that later on Saturday. So I agreed and followed her car to her place.
She opened the door and we stepped in. The movers had placed most of the cartons in the living room along with the sofa and lounge chairs. Entering her bedroom it was the same. The mattress and bed parts were leaning against the wall. I imagine the kitchen utensils were in the kitchen and the bathroom things were in their proper places.
The house was hot. I figured the air conditioning was still turned off so I went to the wall and turned it up. Nothing happened. I tried to plug in one of the lamps but it too failed to light. The house had no power and I looked questioningly at Meg. "I called the electric company as soon as I got in town this afternoon and they said they would turn it on. I don't know what went wrong."
"Where is your circuit breaker panel?" I asked. "I don't even know what one looks like," she answered.
With that I went into the garage. Locating it, I opened the cover, and flipped the main switch on. "We have lights," she called out. Then returning to the house I got the air conditioner going. Then I went into her bedroom, and began to assemble the bed frame and put the mattress on it. She had disappeared for a few minutes and returned wearing a pair of tight shorts and some sort of shirt that tied in front.
By now I was really sweating and my shirt was becoming wet. She handed me some bedding and we made the bed. Then we placed the bedroom furniture in place and set lamps where she wanted them. The nightstands were taped shut but when I went to help her un-tape them she insisted on doing it herself. I suspected the drawers held some secrets that she preferred to keep to herself.
By now it was well past nine and I began to place the furniture where she thought it would look best. The house was beginning to cool down just a bit but my shirt was still soaking wet.
I was getting ready to go back to my motel room when she suggested that I shower before leaving. By now it was getting dark and the house was becoming almost bearable.
The offer to shower sounded good but I would still have to get back into my wet shirt and jeans. Oh hell I thought, it would feel good to get cleaned up a little, so I nodded ok and went into the bathroom.
The next shock. The water heater had only heated the water up enough to take the chill off. I imagined there would be enough to at least wash off and cool down, so I closed the door, undressed, stepped into the shower, and pulled the sliding glass door shut.
No more that two or three minutes passed before the door slid open and she stood there, completely nude with a glass of brandy in each hand. "No ice yet, but this should do for now," she giggled as she handed me one glass, then stepped in with me. I turned the tepid water off to save it, as we shared our drinks. Then she took my empty glass, slid the door open again and set the glasses on the floor and slid the door closed again.
During this entire five minutes or so, she said nothing and I waited uncomfortably for her to start a conversation but it never happened. She just stared into my face.
I suppose I knew that we were going to shower together even without her saying anything, but the close proximity of her lithe body to mine was having an embarrassing effect.
