Margot sighed as she scrolled down the spreadsheet, looking at all the orders she would have to log on to the system before she could leave. This was the second night this week she was working late and the rooms around her which usually emitted the distant sound of voices, ringing phones and printing during the day, settled down to a relaxing hum as the night drew in.
She did usually enjoy this quiet, it helped her relax and focus better. Tonight though, she was bored of this seemingly endless spreadsheet and that made her restless.
It had been a busy day and she wondered how many of her colleagues were still lingering around on their floor, or if she was the last one standing.
Just as she was thinking this, she heard a soft knock on the door of her office and her heart leapt to her throat instinctively.
The handle turned and Henry popped his head round the door.
"It's only me..." he called out.
"Jesus Henry, you scared me" she laughed, turning her chair towards the door to face him.
"Sorry M," he grinned sheepishly. He tentatively stepped into the office and gently pushed the door shut.
"Are you still finishing that report?" she asked, glad for the break from her monotonous task.
"It's nearly there," he replied, "thought I would check on you before I went. See if we could leave together..."
"I don't know, I've still got quite a bit to go..."
"Can't you get the intern to finish it in the morning?"
"He can't be trusted to get the coffee run right," she muttered.
"Well that's what you get for choosing the guy with the pretty face".
She looked back to her screen, bemused. "Jealous, Henry?"
He didn't reply. She turned her head and saw that he had a funny look on his face. She smiled weakly, but his expression remained stony and she felt that something had changed in the air. She shifted in her seat, the restless feeling had returned.
"Erm, you know what, I could just get him to do this tomorrow". She leapt to her feet and bent forward across her desk to save and shut the computer down. The hem of her skirt rose up the backs of her thighs as she did so and he felt the arousal start to burn. He was jealous of the intern. He got to spend all day in the office with Margot, breathe her perfume, brush up against her arm innocently as she showed him the computer system. It had been his plan to sit and chat to her more, maybe offer her a drink from his own office fridge, but the mention of the intern had changed his mind. He had to have her now.
She started to pack some things into her handbag, her back still facing him. For a second he was frozen, deciding on his next move.
