My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

The floor wasn’t that big and if I got desperate, I knew I could ask the receptionist. Outside help turned out not to be needed, though. Del Rey had the only official office in the department. Everyone else was either at the reception desk or packed into the cubicle farm.

Going by pure Vulcan-style logic, I started where I already knew there were doors. Sure enough, Del Rey’s corner office wasn’t far away from the boardroom, arcade or ping-pong court. Taking my fist into a ball and suddenly feeling very little, I rapped lightly upon his chamber door.

“Come in,” came the call.

Taking a deep breath of courage, doing my best to ignore the tight feeling in my belly, I entered the master’s den.

“Take a seat,” he offered, with a sexy smile.

I crossed my legs as I sat, despite there being zero chance of him seeing up my skirt. It was a trained reflex I still did even when wearing pants. The heat of my pussy neared the level of a furnace as I did so. I tried to stifle my moan.

“I just wanted to officially welcome you to the team. I didn’t get the chance yesterday,” Del Ray said.

“Thank you, sir,” I answered, feeling six years old again.

“Please, call me Simon.”

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a bit more relaxed. There wasn’t a problem, and I wasn’t getting fired. Though I really had no reason to think I would be. My imagination was working overtime trying to come up with troubles before they happened.

“Did you bring donuts yesterday?”

“Yes. Should I not have?”

I suddenly wondered, too late, if there was some sort of office policy against bringing food for people to share.

“Oh, no, I encourage it. I was just wondering. Don’t worry too much if you don’t make friends immediately. It’s early on and it’s not you. The folks around here are just pretty tight-knit and mostly keep to themselves. It was like pulling teeth to get everyone into the same room for the Christmas Party.”

An unintentional giggle escaped me. The image was just too funny. I covered my mouth in embarrassment, but it was too late.

“You have a really nice smile,” Simon commented.

“So do you,” I blurted, before I could stop the words from escaping.

The tingling sensation went from my pussy up to my cheeks as I blushed furiously, wishing for a rock to crawl under.

“Thanks,” he said, flashing said smile again and nearly knocking me over.

I was in awe of him. His looks, his charm, his easy manner. An army of butterflies fluttered all at once in my stomach, making me feel sick and giddy at the same time.

I’d thought I’d known what having a crash was all about. There were certainly enough descriptions of it around, and I was fairly sure I’d even felt it once or twice. None of it was close to what I felt at that moment, though.

I didn’t really believe in love at first sight, at least not in the fairy tale, insta-love version. And that really wasn’t what was happening. But there were stirrings of things that I felt would make both our lives pretty interesting. And I was excited to find out where it would lead us.Chapter Six - SimonMy heart really went out to Skye, as the newbie on the block. I had some idea how she felt coming into a new office, where most of her co-workers had known each other for years.

Adding to her stress, no doubt, was the small element of competition. As it stood, I wasn’t sure I could keep anyone in a permanent position after the holidays, no matter how great they were. That was down to the money men in their shadowy masses, divining the future from the past by casting chicken bones.

At least that was how I saw the accounting and financial department it in my head. I always did have a vivid imagination. It was probably why I had gone into this line of work.

I did my best not to ogle Skye. It was difficult though, especially with that tight little dress she was wearing.

It was long, sure, covering her down to her shins at the hem and her wrists on the sleeves, the neck anything but plunging. Yet the dark material hugged close to her voluptuous body, accentuating every aspect. Especially the fullness of her breasts and the sweet curve of her ass. It was a big and nicely round.

I’d only caught a glimpse at first. Just a little peek as she sat down. It wasn’t until she got up to leave that I saw its full glory. And then there were her luscious thighs, just begging me to touch them.

She was just my type. And the more I saw of Skye, the more she seemed like a perfect candidate for my bed. Provided she felt the same, of course.