Thomas hated temps. They never knew what to do, never knew where anything was, didn't know the protocols, processes and procedures for getting things done. Plus, they were a distraction. Yeah, he was a guy, so he liked looking at the young vapid tarts as much as the next man. For 15 seconds. Then all they were good for were distracting the hell out of his staff of engineers, who seemed to forget he wasn't paying them to hang around the admins desk taking turn peaking down her blouse.
So when reception called saying the new temp had arrived (late), all he did was sort of mumble.
Until he saw her.
This was no tart. Maybe she had been at one point in her life...she sure had the look for it...but now she was all woman. The look of a woman who didn't obsess over what the scale said anymore...and ass and hips that looked like they had birthed at least one child with the way they strained against her plaid skirt. A breast feed child, based on the way her tits fought against her white blouse.
Ok...this was worth at least getting up out of his chair and leaving his office.
"New temp is here...time to get a new agency...they're sending over 2nd stringers now" said the junior engineer as he passed him in the hallway
"Stupid fucking kid" Thomas mumbled under his breath. What would he know about women at age 24? Pretty much whatever he learned from Girls Gone Wild videos...
"Hi...I'm Thomas Johnson...I'm the VP for the team" he offered.
"Hello Thomas" she replied, with a smile and look that was both discreet and blazing hot. A woman who knew how to use her powers with precision.
And what was up with "Thomas"? Not "Mr. Johnson". He HATED it when the temps would remind him how old he was with their "you're old enough to be my father" differential tone. This was different...hearing a female actually say his name like it was his name, versus his title. And with a little something extra added as well.
Yeah she was all woman, no doubt.
First they covered the stuff that had to done straight away....and for the first time he didn't have to explain it twice. Typically the routine stuff kept the temps busy all day. Well...busy is a relative term considering how much time they devoted to finding their next new boyfriend amongst his staff.
The new temp was done by eleven.
She came into his office and announced "I'm done with all those reports Thomas...do have anything else that I can address?"
The way she said it caught him off guard...almost startled him. The woman had an amazing gift for making anything sound sexy, but not lewd.
"Ummm...yeah....ummmm" he stammered.
"Susan". she cooed.
"Right...sorry...I forgot to ask earlier"
"Its ok...you were focused on making sure those reports got out".
"Right...but still it was rude"
"Really, Thomas...its ok" And then she put her hand on his arm. It felt nice...the human touch.
"So tell me about this other stuff you need me to work on"
And so he pulled out a file...spread it across his desk for examination, and leaned into it.
She did as well.
Man did she smell good....that perfume definitely didn't come from the local drug store with some celebrities name attached to it.
"So...the thing is...we've got this data...it is pretty raw...it needs to be inputted into a spreadsheet so one of the guys can do an evaluation on it. I know it isn't interesting work, but it needs to be done"
"Did it come off a disk?" she asked
"Umm...sure" he replied...curious.
"Then why wouldn't I write a script to just read the data into the Excel file" she replied.
"Umm...well...yeah....you could do exactly that...sure".
Beauty and brains. Nice.
