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Her
Pleasure
Ella Stone
“So, you don’t think I’m crazy?” I’m staring out Margie’s office at her cute new secretary. He’s twenty-two, blond, broad shouldered, dangerously well built and he’s got the prettiest blue eyes. He’s wearing an azure shirt/tie combination that brings those eyes up a notch from merely pretty to mesmerizing.
Margie leans in over my shoulder and we peer out at him, a couple of Siamese twins. “What I think ... is you have very good taste.” We both smile. “He’ll do you a world of good. Trust me.”
“But fucking the secretary ... it’s so cliché.”
“Todd’s my secretary, so it doesn’t count,” She elbows me. “Anyways, you’re not attached, it’s been almost a year since the divorce was final,” She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “And I haven’t once heard you talk about having anything resembling a good time in that lonely old bed of yours.”
“Thanks for making it sound so depressing.”
“You’re my best Ad exec. Not to mention one of my dearest friends. I need you to be happy.”
I glare at her.
“Okay, happier. You’re smart, sexy and successful. I want to see you enjoying all that.”
I stare as Todd leans back in his chair and scratches the back of his neck. Even his fingers are thick and muscular.
“But he’s so young.”
“He’s what, five years younger than you?”
“Six.”
Margie walks in front of me, blocking my view of hot little Todd and looks me square in the eye. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re freakin’ hot.”
I shake my head and smile.
“If I were a lesbian I’d be all over your ass. And If I weren’t still in the “happy” phase in my marriage I’d have bagged that fine young man his first day.”
I marvel at Margie’s resilience. She’s on her fourth marriage and yet she really thinks this one’s going to last. But she also thought that Brad and Jennifer would reconcile, and that shoulder-pads would make a comeback.
“You just need something to break the ice.” Margie punches a button and suddenly Todd springs from his desk and appears in her doorway.
“You called?”
His smile is fucking radiant, even better than his eyes. Of course the swells of his pecks heaving through the thin material of his shirt aren’t bad either.
“Would you be a dear and grab me a cup of coffee?” Margie says, her voice cloying.
“Right away, Ms. Fuller,” He turns toward me, “Anything for you, Miss Clark?”
“Oh, no ... I’m fine.” I look down at my still full mug of coffee.
“Right. I’ll be right back.” And he strides off to the break room.
I’m still watching the youthful jiggle of his ass when Margie pulls my mug from my hands and then unceremoniously dumps its contents into a potted palm.
“I guess I didn’t want that.”
“What you want is a fresh cup.” Margie hands me my empty cup and points in the direction Todd just went. “So go get some.”
Her tone of voice and the solicitous wriggle of her eyebrows make me laugh, and a flushed feeling rises up in my cheeks. I’m suddenly amazed at how much I really do want to follow Todd to the break room, to “break the ice.”
I don’t realize I’m already halfway there until I hear Margie calling, “That’s my girl!”
My skin starts feeling hot, and I notice I’m holding my breath. So I stop short of the break room door and take a long, deep breath. This isn’t the first man you’ve ever talked to, I tell myself.
But it is the first you’ve tried to seduce, “myself” says back.
Great, so now I’m talking to myself.
I put my hand out and push on the door. It opens and I start to walk in ... but then I stop, frozen in my tracks halfway in. There’s Todd, standing beside the coffee machine. But Max from the art department is pressed up against him, one of his hands planted on Todd’s ass, the other draped around the back of
Her
Pleasure
Ella Stone
“So, you don’t think I’m crazy?” I’m staring out Margie’s office at her cute new secretary. He’s twenty-two, blond, broad shouldered, dangerously well built and he’s got the prettiest blue eyes. He’s wearing an azure shirt/tie combination that brings those eyes up a notch from merely pretty to mesmerizing.
Margie leans in over my shoulder and we peer out at him, a couple of Siamese twins. “What I think ... is you have very good taste.” We both smile. “He’ll do you a world of good. Trust me.”
“But fucking the secretary ... it’s so cliché.”
“Todd’s my secretary, so it doesn’t count,” She elbows me. “Anyways, you’re not attached, it’s been almost a year since the divorce was final,” She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “And I haven’t once heard you talk about having anything resembling a good time in that lonely old bed of yours.”
“Thanks for making it sound so depressing.”
“You’re my best Ad exec. Not to mention one of my dearest friends. I need you to be happy.”
I glare at her.
“Okay, happier. You’re smart, sexy and successful. I want to see you enjoying all that.”
I stare as Todd leans back in his chair and scratches the back of his neck. Even his fingers are thick and muscular.
“But he’s so young.”
“He’s what, five years younger than you?”
“Six.”
Margie walks in front of me, blocking my view of hot little Todd and looks me square in the eye. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re freakin’ hot.”
I shake my head and smile.
“If I were a lesbian I’d be all over your ass. And If I weren’t still in the “happy” phase in my marriage I’d have bagged that fine young man his first day.”
I marvel at Margie’s resilience. She’s on her fourth marriage and yet she really thinks this one’s going to last. But she also thought that Brad and Jennifer would reconcile, and that shoulder-pads would make a comeback.
“You just need something to break the ice.” Margie punches a button and suddenly Todd springs from his desk and appears in her doorway.
“You called?”
His smile is fucking radiant, even better than his eyes. Of course the swells of his pecks heaving through the thin material of his shirt aren’t bad either.
“Would you be a dear and grab me a cup of coffee?” Margie says, her voice cloying.
“Right away, Ms. Fuller,” He turns toward me, “Anything for you, Miss Clark?”
“Oh, no ... I’m fine.” I look down at my still full mug of coffee.
“Right. I’ll be right back.” And he strides off to the break room.
I’m still watching the youthful jiggle of his ass when Margie pulls my mug from my hands and then unceremoniously dumps its contents into a potted palm.
“I guess I didn’t want that.”
“What you want is a fresh cup.” Margie hands me my empty cup and points in the direction Todd just went. “So go get some.”
Her tone of voice and the solicitous wriggle of her eyebrows make me laugh, and a flushed feeling rises up in my cheeks. I’m suddenly amazed at how much I really do want to follow Todd to the break room, to “break the ice.”
I don’t realize I’m already halfway there until I hear Margie calling, “That’s my girl!”
My skin starts feeling hot, and I notice I’m holding my breath. So I stop short of the break room door and take a long, deep breath. This isn’t the first man you’ve ever talked to, I tell myself.
But it is the first you’ve tried to seduce, “myself” says back.
Great, so now I’m talking to myself.
I put my hand out and push on the door. It opens and I start to walk in ... but then I stop, frozen in my tracks halfway in. There’s Todd, standing beside the coffee machine. But Max from the art department is pressed up against him, one of his hands planted on Todd’s ass, the other draped around the back of
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