Chapter 1
Lisa
I hate that I’m running a little late getting to the office this morning. This usually doesn’t happen, but I lost track of time today. I always take great pride in arriving at work on time and in a professional manner.
I breathe a sigh of frustration. I normally love driving, especially now that there are a lot fewer cars on the roads due to everything that’s been going on in the world. Today it’s just adding to my lateness, though.
As I drive across town to the office, I can’t help but notice how light the traffic is. I have been watching the news regularly, so I know this is because people are starting to fear the Coronavirus. That fear is causing many people to start working from home.
Thank goodness that hasn’t started happening at our office yet. I don’t know how I would cope with something like that. I enjoy my alone time, but I also like talking to people and hanging out once in a while.
Although, working from home could be comfortable and relaxing. The reason I was late today is because I took extra time to pack lunch and some cleaning supplies, and it would be nice to not have to do that and just stay home.
I felt that getting extra ready was necessary, especially during these times, but I’m not going to tell my bosses that. I highly doubt that would be a good enough excuse for me being as late as I am.
I’m bummed that I can’t use that excuse at work, if anyone asks. I really doubt they will, though. Everyone kind of keeps to themselves, especially with the virus concerns. At least that’s one less thing that I have to worry about.
I wait impatiently at the red light. I’m just a few blocks away from the office. I think to myself about what will happen at work today. I know today is the day that we should be learning whether or not we won the Ozark project. Everyone in the whole office has been anxiously awaiting to hear about it.
Getting this contact is critical to maintaining our profits this year and avoiding layoffs. Those have been happening a lot with other businesses during this pandemic and we are hoping to be one of the few that will be able to avoid doing that.
I speed through the next few blocks. I’m able to park my car and run inside the office without anyone noticing how late I am. What a relief!
When I get to my desk, I can see my boss, Mark. He is anxiously pacing in his office.
I distractedly set my things down and slowly lower myself in my chair, trying not to attract his attention. The nervous energy is somewhat normal for him, though it’s not often that I see him this agitated.
Normally he has a powerful and commanding presence and his energy comes across as productive and inspiring. Today, though, it seems like he’s tense, and if he’s this concerned, then maybe everyone should be.
I don’t know what’s worrying him, but I’m happy that I get to see so much of him right now. I can’t take my eyes off of him. I don’t really want to, either. I’m glad that my desk is a little separated from everyone else’s, so no one knows that I’m staring at him.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who has noticed how attractive he is. He is the type of boss that every woman dreams about. So handsome, and so rich.
I don’t really care about money – I just think it proves how smart and ambitious he is. But more than that, it’s his gorgeous body that gets me every time and makes me so hot inside.
I feel my face flush as I think about him. I might need some time to cool my thoughts down, but I don’t know if I can. He’s right in my field of vision; it’s very distracting and it’s difficult not to daydream about him.
Before I can stop myself, my mind wanders, as it does every day, onto the subject of how sexy he is. I am absolutely in love with his muscular physique, and the perfect fit of his tailored suits.
I don’t think I have a crush on him, but it is possible, I guess. The more I look at him, the more I think that one definitely could be developing. I know I couldn’t act on those feelings but having them wouldn’t hurt anything.
Of course, I’ve never said anything about my interest in him to him, but I have heard him comment on my outfits- telling me that what I’m wearing today looks nice, and those kinds of comments.
I know, obviously that doesn’t necessarily mean that he is attracted to me, but it is nice to fantasize that he might be. The idea of it makes my workday a lot more interesting. It also makes it more fun.