Quarantine Pet - His Pet

“I think Sanjay was trying to ask me out,” Sandra explained.

“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “He’s a nice guy. What did you say?”

She shrugged. “Well, he never got the words out. Was kind of dancing around the subject,” she continued. “Plus, I don’t know if the HR people would approve of that.”

“Oh, right, sure,” I agreed as I leaned against one of the shelves. “Is that something that bothers you?”

“No, not really,” she responded and dropped her eyes. “Attraction is attraction, it’s hard to deny. I just wasn’t really attracted to him, to be honest. Not that I don’t like him, he’s great. I just don’t see myself, you know, romantically with him.”

I was dancing on a fine line here. It was the middle of the day, and we were at work. Sanjay had just seen us together. I had to be careful. If I made a move right now, it could be known throughout the company in a matter of hours.

“Yes, discretion is important in these matters,” I said carefully. “You wouldn’t want any miscommunication.”

“No, of course not,” she agreed. “That could be very awkward. It could cause someone to lose their job.”

Whoa, was Sandra pushing me off? Had I misread the flirting? Then again, she had a rising career that she needed to protect. Maybe she was just telling me to be discreet as well—that we couldn’t just paw at each other like a couple of teenagers in the middle of the day.

I had the bankroll. It would be nothing for me to get us a hotel room. Hell, there was a great place down the block. I could get us a room for the next month, who cares? We could meet there whenever we wanted. The brothers would never know.

Then again, sneaky Pete was eyeing for anything that could get him a promotion. Calling me out for hooking up with Sandra? That would be the perfect way for him to endear himself to the brothers. While they were chastising me, they’d be promoting him. And now Sanjay, having been rebuffed in a sense, he wouldn’t exactly be an ally if he found out I was fucking the girl he was crushing on.

I had to be very careful about this. It required finesse.

“I’m just glad everyone at the office is professional,” she declared.

“Yes,” I agreed. “We’re all very professional here, I think.”

Over the next several days, Sandra wore outfits that were office appropriate, but increasingly sexy. It wasn’t like she was exposing more cleavage or leg or anything, but there was something about the way she carried herself. It was driving me crazy.

At lunch one day, she dripped a bit of mustard onto her cleavage while I was talking with Sanjay and Pete. Sandra was at the opposite end of the table, so they weren’t paying attention to her at that moment. She reached down with a finger, took the mustard off her breast, and sucked on her finger while making eye contact with me. It took all the strength I had to continue with my boring work conversation and not draw attention to her.

A day later, the sultry redhead was in my office, discussing some of Cam Tech’s newly discovered assets. She dropped a stack of files and bent over to pick them up right in front of me. Her skirt was of appropriate work length, but it must’ve gotten caught or something. I could practically see her entire ass when she bent over and the lace thong that was barely covering her. I was tempted to say something like, “Hey, no tan lines.”

But if she was backing off from our flirting, maybe it was a trap. I had never thought about it that way. What if Sandra was only flirting with me to get me to make a move? Then she could cry victim all the way to a new promotion—maybe partner. I’d be on the street, disgraced, and unable to work. Perhaps I needed to back off. I tried to ignore her sexy ass.

Sandra got up, having picked up all the files.

“I think I have them all,” she reported. “Check me. We’re good, right? You see anything outstanding to you?”

“Only one thing,” I responded, unable to resist the chance to flirt. “It was fantastic, and I hope to see it again.”

But then came Friday and everyone was anxious to leave for the weekend. Of course, I didn’t have anything brewing other than a strong desire to take a cold shower. Between Sandra’s outfits and her flirting, I was spending a lot of my time trying to keep the hardon under my desk from getting noticed.

I had said my goodbyes and Sanjay and Pete were already out of the office. I had assumed Sandra had joined them. Just as I was about to leave, I remembered something I needed for home in case I got a frantic call from the Davies in the middle of the night. When I walked back, I spotted Sandra in the storage room. Just before I made my presence known, I saw her slip off her bra under her shirt. She must’ve thought she was alone in the office and wanted to relax.