We had worked together a few times over the past couple of years. I honestly never paid her much attention, except to appreciate the way her tits and/or ass looked in the chosen outfit of the day. She spent a lot of time on the phone with her husband and when she wasn't on the phone she was trying to show me up. Whatever! I knew not to talk to her much. She was close with the tribe of shrews who didn't like that I walked into a position they had to earn. I'd just nod and be polite, pop my earbuds in and do my thing.
After sometime we both ended up being transferred to the same site. The place was an epic mess and I guess my inclination to fix the issues as soon as possible appealed to her. It wasn't long after I was tasked with leading the team that I started receiving emails.
She'd talk trash about the rest of the staff, ask me questions about myself, and sometimes just drop a line to make me laugh. Although we were in the same office, politics were in play so her trying to get to know me was a hush hush kind of situation.
The longer the emails continued, the more personal they became. There was always the typical good morning funny, but as time progressed the seemingly innocent back and forth banter turned into something else. Her questions became more private. Her curiosity more sexual. I fielded these inquiries like a magic 8 ball. Always satisfying her curiosity without giving much of myself.
It wasn't until several months of excruciating back and forth, spending time together playing it cool and being on my best behavior that it finally came.
We had emailed all day. Me answering many of her questions while being just vague enough to appear clueless. Walking out after a long day she turned to me with the show stopper.
"I've been thinking about it, Monique, and I'm pretty sure that I'm going to need you to kiss me". Her voice husky and assured.
Hold the fucking phone!
I couldn't do anything except peer into those intoxicating green eyes (with just a hint of dark blue at the edges) and stammer. I inwardly scolded myself for stammering around my response.
"Uhhh...are...are you fucking with me?" Is all I came up with.
The soft chuckle and full mouthed grin I received in response did nothing for my sudden lack of self esteem. As she ran her fingers up and down the lapel of my blazer she answered....
"I'm quite sure honey. I've thought a lot about this and dreamed about it even more".
Her response sent me flying. As I stepped forward to take her in my arms she backed off.
"Not here. Not right now. That would make me feel awkward."
With that she brushed a chaste kiss across my cheek and bid me good evening.
A couple hours later as I sat watching another fucking rerun of cops with my partner of several years my phone vibrated in my pocket. At the same time Marie looked over and told me
"I want a snack. Make me some popcorn".
This had become the norm in our relationship.....her ordering me to do things and me complying like a good little bitch. God that shit got old. I made the popcorn and presented it to Marie with some fresh ice water. She took it, not looking away from the tv and told me I was in the way.
No thank you.
No 'hey babe would you like to share'.
Basically a fuck off. I was antsy to check my phone and knew I'd get yelled at if I did so, I informed her highness that I was going to take a shower. Making a beeline for some privacy, I began stripping off my clothes as I walked thru the house. Once behind a locked door with the shower running I checked my email. My heart did leaps when I saw the message was from her.
"I can't stop thinking about you. Come see me".
