I'm fired, Sam thought.
He'd wanted to feel Vicki's mouth around his cock from the moment she'd walked into the firm's drafting office. He'd been working on the latest redesign for the outdoor wall the firm was creating when she came in with some blueprints.
"Phil said you wanted to double-check these," she said. "They're for that convenience store on Tibolt Road."
"Just leave them on the desk," he said without looking up from his work.
She plopped the blueprints down and turned away as she muttered something. He looked up then and saw her bony ass wrapped in pinstriped pants. He hadn't seen an ass like it since before Amy had gained twenty pounds after Ben was born.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I was wrapped up in this. Are you new here?"
She turned back to him. Her eyes turned upwards a bit at the corners and her tomboy haircut was a perfect frame around her face. Her mouth was like a glass sculpture that dared you to touch it.
"I'm Vicki, and yes I am. You're Sam, right? Main designer for the mall?"
"Yes." His mouth opened with a deep inhale as he came to a delightful realization. "Oh please tell me you're the one they hired to design the landscaping." He hoped he didn't sound as horny as he felt.
She nodded. "That's me. We'll be seeing a lot of each other."
He shook her hand. Her fingers were strong. "I certainly hope so," he said, letting a bit of his frisky mood out. She chuckled. He liked that.
They did see a lot of each other over the rest of the winter. They worked well together and got comfortable enough to tell mom jokes and for him to seize the opportunity when it arrived. They'd been working late on the mall project. The deadline loomed and they had ordered in Chinese food for the long night. A clump of lo mein slipped from her chopsticks and onto her shirt.
"Shit," she said. "I love this shirt."
"Take it off and soak it," he said, making it sure it was somewhere between half-hearted joke and pillow talk. She looked up at him. Her sexy mouth almost pouted.
"There's no one else here," he said. "It's just us in the building, and I sure won't mind. Heck, I'll take off mine, too."
She chuckled, like she had when they'd first met, but this time it soured his gut instead of tightening his pants. He figured the line about him removing his shirt took it too far.
"Sam, I'm gay," she said.
I'm fired, Sam thought.
"And you're married," she said.
I'm so fired, he thought. Visions of a sexual harassment suit danced in his head.
He mentally back pedaled. "Vicki, I -- "
She laughed. "Had no idea? Really?"
He held up his hands. "I swear to God, Vicki. I didn't. "
"And you have a kid! And a cat! What about them?"
He looked away. His collar was soaked with sweat but his mouth was dry. He knew his only option was to go honest.
"Amy and I haven't been happy for at least a year. We're both childish, but neither of us are willing to budge either. I work here a lot so she can be a stay-at-home mom. She likes the nice house and nice car, but resents that I have to work six days a week to keep it. She's not willing to cut back much, so I get pissed with her. She let her figure go with Ben was born and I've said things about that which I'd take back if I could, but they're out there and that's that. We haven't had sex in months, and I'm not sure she misses it. I didn't mean to..." The word caught in his throat. "...harass you. I was just looking for something I miss."
"Well you won't be getting it from me anytime soon." She started packing up her blueprints and Chinese take-out.
"What are you going to do?" He asked, barely above a whisper.
"I'm going to finish my stuff at home tonight. Thanks for dinner."
"No. I meant...about this."
"Fuck, Sam, I don't know. We can talk about it at the Christmas party on Friday. That'll give you a couple days to cool off and talk to your wife."
She walked out without another word. He couldn't finish his Happy Family special.
He stabbed into a cheese ball two nights later at the firm's Christmas party. He didn't plan on eating any of it, as his stomach was too jumpy to handle anything spicier than fried chicken, he just wanted something to keep him busy and away from conversations with his bosses.
He turned away from the buffet table and almost bumped into Vicki.
"Hey, Sam," she said. She looked a little drunk.
He took her by the arm and guided her behind a potted plant, thinking it would somehow keep anyone from hearing them.
"Vicki, I need this job. I can't afford to look for another. I'm halfway to retirement. No one's going to hire me when they find out I got fired for sexual harassment."
She turned away from him, giggling as she went. "Oh please."
He spun her back to face him. "Damn it, Vicki, I'm begging you."
The healthy buzz cleared from her eyes and was replaced with a vicious fire. "Who - " She stopped her tirade in mid-sentence, distracted by something behind him. Her healthy buzz returned. "Who is that?"
He turned to scan the crowd. "Who?"
