It's strange, but I was happy to get back to work on Monday. After a life disruption like I'd been through, the return of routine was welcome.
I parked very close to where I'd been stabbed. Heading towards the elevator, I paused and looked over at the stairwell where it happened. I shuddered and walked on, wondering if I'd ever be able to go into work again without thinking about it. Probably not.
Of course, I reminded myself, some good had come of it all already.
I'd keep absolutely quiet about Helena and me. I didn't want to get her in hot water, for one, plus word getting out about us could hurt my own career. I could imagine getting a promotion someday only to have people question how I earned it. The fact that I'd nailed the hot boss lady was to remain absolutely secret.
It was a quarter to nine when I walked through the doors into our department. Doug had scheduled a meeting for promptly at nine.
Gina was at the front desk, staring at her computer screen.
"Hey," she said, not bothering to look up.
"Hey Gina," I responded, perplexed.
As I made my way towards the lab, a few coworkers saw me and said terse good mornings. I settled into my desk a bit peeved. I didn't expect a banner and confetti upon walking in the door, but everyone was acting as if nothing happened. Worse, in fact. They seemed almost hostile.
A pit formed in my stomach. Had they somehow found out about Helena and me? Did they think I took advantage of her? I was a worried mess by the time I entered the conference room and sat down. I scanned the faces there. Everyone seemed to be ignoring me.
Doug strode in, his usual grandiose self. He's a big guy in every way, tall with a protruding gut and a huge head.
"Good morning everyone," he said, launching right into his agenda. It turns out Helena had approved the plan we were working on the night I got stabbed. Doug explained it all in his loud, boisterous way of speech.
"Now comes the tough part," he was saying. "And that's implementation. At stake is nothing less than more efficient solar panels for a greener tomorrow, not to mention maintaining our industry leadership and increasing the value of your stock options. We have to work -"
Doug stopped mid-sentence, turning away. He started laughing.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't go on. I lasted as long as I could. Let's hear it for our man Jonah, everyone!"
The room burst into applause. Everyone got to their feet clapping. I was at the center of a whirlwind of congratulations, guys slapping me on the shoulder and every girl in the department smooching me on the cheek.
Except for Gina, that is, who managed to plant a kiss on my lips in front of everyone without anyone so much as raising an eyebrow. She didn't normally attend staff meetings, but hung around the door to see my reaction to the big practical joke.
"It was Greg's idea," Doug explained. "He suggested we all act as if nothing had happened, just to screw with your head."
"Well, it worked!" I responded.
"Seriously, everyone," Doug continued. "This company was built on teamwork. Teamwork relies on good character, however, and Jonah showed his character when one of the women of this company was being attacked. Now, Jonah says he's not a hero. I'm not so sure about that."
We settled in for the meeting. Doug detailed all we'd be working on for the next year. I sighed, pondering the long hours ahead.
Gina approached me after the meeting broke up.
"Our Jonah, the big hero!" she said. "What're you doing for lunch? Let me take you out, my treat."
"I've got a meeting with Human Resources over the stabbing," I said. It sounded like I was blowing her off but I corrected myself quickly. "How's Thursday?"
"Thursday's great!"
Gina walked off. I admired her curvy ass and thighs and recalled the feel of her soft lips pressed against my own, contemplating my situation. I'd just fucked the boss lady and now I'd made a date with the receptionist.
The complications arising from this could be myriad, but I didn't care.
***
I saw Helena that afternoon. I was returning from work following my lunch meeting with a Mrs. Turner from HR. She was nice, but I got the feeling she was mostly concerned with preventing me from suing the company. Hence the lunch HR was paying for. I told her as long as they agreed to pay the deductibles on my insurance and the days I missed were waived in terms of sick days, I'd sign whatever release she wanted.
"I think that can be arranged," she said, barely suppressing a relieved grin. They even threw in the standard workman's compensation for an injured arm. Not bad.
Helena was standing in the main lobby by the elevators when I returned from lunch. She was studying a file in her hands and talking to another corporate big wig. She wore a bright red suit and matching heels. Red was Helena's color, pairing well with her skin tone and pale blonde hair.
Helena glanced at me, a sly smirk forming in one corner of her mouth and an eyebrow cocking in my direction. She wore red-frame glasses, bringing out the iridescent green of her eyes even more than usual.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan," she said.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Davis-Wickham," I responded.
I grinned as I stepped into the elevator, replaying Friday night in my mind. I tried to recall every last sensation. I wanted to remember it all forever, from the taste of Helena's lips to the way her hair had the subtle aroma of vanilla. Most of all, I thought of the way her bountiful tits bounced steadily as she rode my cock.
We'd stayed in bed a long time after the sex was over the previous Friday, lounging together naked. I got up and got our beers. We drank them, snuggling and talking.
I lay in bed and watched her dress afterwards. It was like a reverse strip-tease, and surprisingly erotic. She slid her panties back on, then her bra. Reaching back, she hooked it without effort.
"How do women do that?" I asked. "You make it look so easy."
"It is easy, Sweet Jonah," she teased.
I watched as she put her shirt back on and buttoned it up. She glanced at me, smiling. She enjoyed me watching her, and deliberately took her time.
On went the skirt, then the jacket, and finally her shoes. She studied herself in the mirror, nodding her head. A minute before, she was naked. Now she looked every bit the elegant and smart professional again.
I put on my shorts and shirt and followed her to the front door. We shared a long kiss as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.
"I'll be in touch this week," she said. "We can talk more about getting you properly thanked."
"I'm looking forward to it," I said. "Come on, I'll walk you out."
Helena kissed me again after I walked her to her car. I went back inside and lay down in my bed. I could still smell her on the sheets and feel the warmth of where her body lay mere minutes before.
It wasn't long before I was hard again.
***
Gina greeted me Tuesday morning with a big smile. She was wearing a pink shirt which showed off her cleavage nicely. Her hair was back but a few raven tresses refused to cooperate and framed her face nicely.
"Hey, you!" she said.
"Hey, yourself!" I responded. I added, "You're looking nice, this morning."
"Thanks," she said.
