Buying Her Flower

I wish I could follow my own advice and use it to win Sheila.

At that moment, our friend James walks in.

“Are you both going to happy hour at the restaurant across the street?” he asks, interrupting our conversation.

“I am,” Brian replies, standing up.

They both look at me.

“I’ll meet you there in a while. I have some work to finish up first,” I reply.

They both nod and walk out. I close my office door and try to force myself to concentrate. I haven’t been able to think straight in the weeks since the auction. It’s making it difficult to focus and get things done at work. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t concentrate.

All I keep thinking about is Sheila. I need to let off some steam. I lock the door to the office and pull my cock out. No one can see in and no one is going to bother me.

I visualize Sheila from the other night at the hotel.

How she enjoyed the gentle lovemaking.

I would really like to get her to go down on me.

I imagine that instead.

The feel of her mouth.

Me sliding deeper and deeper until I cum.

As I cum in the fantasy, I cum in my hand. I clean up then wonder if I can convince her to do that. Maybe if she ever calls me back.

I feel a little more relaxed as I unlock the door and sit back at my desk. I sift through my papers and I am able to accomplish a moderate amount of my remaining work for the day. I take a short break. I remember my earlier conversation with Brian and decide to follow my own advice.

I call Sheila one more time. The phone rings until I get her voicemail. I don’t leave a message this time. I hang up and place the phone on my desk with a sigh. Could I have been wrong about her? Women don’t usually ignore my calls.

I really thought there was something between us. I think about her parting words to me that day in the hotel room. I guess I really did misread the signals. I was the only one who felt anything.

I feel a little better now that I have that figured out. I find that I am able to concentrate on my work now. For once I finally stop thinking about Sheila. The afternoon turns to evening and its night before I know it. I take a break from work. I walk to the water cooler outside and take a sip of the cool and refreshing water. I think I might be the last one in the office. I walk back into my office as my phone is buzzing on my desk.

I see it’s a text from Brian.

He says, “We missed you at happy hour today.”

I text him back that “I got caught up working. I’ll make it next time.”

I put the phone down and get back to work. I have more to finish than I thought. The firm is doing good so far but there is more I need to do to make it as successful as I want it to be. A few minutes later I get another text from Brian.

“I thought you stopped to smell the roses with Sheila. Now you’re back to being a workaholic,” he jokes.

I put the phone down and sigh. Reading that text brought back all my earlier feelings about Sheila.

I lean back in my chair, feeling sad. There’s no denying that I have feelings for Sheila and that I would rather be with her instead of working. But she doesn’t feel the same way about me. There’s nothing I can do about that.

I don’t text Brian back. I can’t think of a response to that and I don’t want to share my sadness. I keep working late into the night. I no longer feel confident and happy like earlier. As I work, I feel sad and rejected.

It’s just my luck that I end up falling for a woman that has no interest in me. That is such a depressing thought.

Eventually I text Brian back with a promise to make it to happy hour next time. I get no response, so I figure he’s gone to sleep already. It’s around midnight by the time I have finally caught up on all of my work. I lean back in my chair with a sigh and close my eyes. I’m too tired to even think about Sheila right now.

All I want to do is get home and sleep for as long as possible. I lock up and wait outside for the limo to take me home. I sleep a little during the ride. Later, as I lie in bed, I know I’ll have more work waiting for me tomorrow.

When you own your own business, the work never ends. Without Sheila, this is how my life will always be. I push the thoughts of her from my mind and instead I think about how comfortable my pillow is. Soon I am sound asleep.