My workspace is actually the server room. They tried to give me my own office, but I found that people were more intimidated by the machinery in the server room, and if I spent enough time in there, they would leave me alone. Eventually, I made it my office. No one complained. It’s as painful for others to talk to me as it is for me to talk to them. Or close.
I turned on my coffeemaker while my computer booted up. My morning routine never varied. Once my computer was on, I checked my company email. The usual messages from Linux telling me about scheduled conference calls to help us with updates. I sneered. I could teach those people a few things. I didn’t need them. I could have worked for any programmer, but I chose to work for the number one communications company in the world. I made sure that people from Singapore to Seattle, from Bangkok to Boston had telephones and broadband and any other forms of communication they might need.
I also had an email from another employee. Specifically a project manager in New York who was transferring to our office in Chicago and setting up a new department. She had detailed needs of what she wanted in her department as a whole and her office in particular. I’d heard of her. She was technologically savvy and I looked forward to working with her.
“Hey, Keisha?” A voice intruded on my space. My heart raced, my muscles clenched. I told myself to breathe.
Looking up, I saw her. Reggie Campbell. The head of our maintenance department. All five feet ten inches of her leaning casually against my doorframe. Why was she there? Speak, Keisha. Say something.
“Did you see the email from Gibbons?”
Gibbons. I know that name. Who is Gibbons?
“Is this a bad time? Look, if it is, I’ll come back. I just want to set up a timeframe to get Gibbons’s department set up. You’ll see the email.”
Speak! Say something!
“I’ll contact you telephonically.”
Her eyes grew wide, then narrowed as she nodded.
“You do that,” she said, pushing off from the wall and sauntering down the hall.
I dropped my head into my hands. I don’t care that I can’t talk to people. Except her. She was so handsome and so nice and I got so tongue-tied around her. My whole system short-circuited. My motherboard shut down. My surge protector malfunctioned. I had just read the freakin’ email from Gibbons. As excited as I had been to set up her new department, I hadn’t even considered I’d be working with Reggie to do that.
When my heart rate returned to a normal level, I wiped my sweaty palms on my thighs. I immediately wondered what it would be like to run my hands up Reggie’s thighs. I was sure they were solid—muscular yet all woman. I felt moisture between my legs. I closed my eyes and imagined Reggie kneeling between my legs, her tongue tasting the milky wetness she caused. I could feel her tongue pressed into my clit, licking the length of me, sucking me into her mouth.
With a start, I realized that my hand was rubbing my pussy. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t. I needed Reggie to get me off. I closed and locked the office door. With one ear on the hallway, I rummaged through my handbag and found my pocket rocket. I slid my hand under my nylons and pressed it into my hardened clit and began to shake immediately as I climaxed hard and fast. For Reggie.
I reviewed Gibbons’s email again, paying close attention to the details. I knew that if I had a solid grasp on what I needed to get done, it would be easier to communicate with Reggie. The more in control I was, the less stressful it would be. If I could keep it professional and distant, I could talk to her. I believed that. My confidence bolstered somewhat, I took the elevator to the twelfth floor, the east wing of which would be Gibbons’s new department.
Walking down the hall that had been empty for three years, I visualized where the workstations would be and kept my eyes open for where the phone jacks and computer plugs would have to go. I scribbled some notes on my pad before continuing to the end of the hall, where an executive suite sat waiting for Gibbons’s arrival.
Backtracking, I walked to the open area where I took my tape measure out of my handbag and started measuring and making notes. I got on my hands and knees and made some markings on the wall.
“Great minds think alike, huh?”
The sound of her voice made me jump. I looked over my shoulder and saw her looking at me. And there I was on all fours. And she was watching me. I felt my clit grow again and wondered if my juices would flow down my nylons. How embarrassing. Unless it aroused her. Maybe she’d peel my nylons off and clean me with her tongue.
She cocked her head to the side. “You’re not much for talking, are you?”
Coming to my senses, I made myself stand. I smoothed my skirt and tucked my long black hair behind my ears. I was fidgeting and told myself to stop.
“You know, you don’t need to be nervous. I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” She flashed a dimpled smile and my heart skipped a beat. Her brown eyes were laughing, yet warm. Although we were separated by several feet, I felt like she was close enough to touch. To touch and be touched. Her short dark hair beckoned to me, tempting my fingers to run through it. I wanted to run my hand over her cheek, to trace her strong jaw line.
“I was simply ascertaining the extent of linear space available—”
“That’s twice now you’ve spoken to me.” Reggie leaned back against the wall with her arms crossed and her eyes gleaming, her mouth a cocky grin.
I froze. I was fine until she interrupted me. I was being pulled into her eyes. They twinkled, hinting at a private joke. I looked out the window, where the view was safer.
“Or maybe I imagined it?”
Great. She was mocking me. I was alone with the woman of my dreams and she was making fun of me. She wouldn’t if she knew what I did for her and let her do to me every night. I wanted to rip my dress off and let her have her way with me. I needed her on me and inside of me.
“I’m sorry. You were saying you were measuring?”
My head snapped around to her. She understood me! It had to be a sign. I swallowed hard and willed myself to speak. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I tried again.