Page 42 of Gross Misconduct

“It’s pretty fun working here. Airplanes are truly a feat of engineering.”

“And it looks like they’re serviced well.” I clear my throat, trying to clear the image of Griffin. “I mean, your staff…they do a good job. I haven’t heard of any planes crashing from here, so that’s good!”

Bringing up plane crashes? I’m on a roll.

Darlene gives a cringey laugh, one that politely screams “get him out of here.” I need to save this interview. The clock is ticking down, no time-outs.

“But my point is that aviation is an exciting field, and I really like helping people. I love working with my fellow players and helping them get better. Making an improvement in someone’s confidence, in their life, is great. And I think that’s transferable to making sure our coworkers are happy and comfortable.”

Darlene nods along, a grin of appreciation lighting up her face. I breathe out a relieved sigh.

“I believe that a happy employee is a more productive employee,” she says. I wish I’d thought of that line. She’s good! “As office manager, you will find ways to delight coworkers, whether by making sure they have what they need in the office or planning fun in-office events like the holiday party.”

“I love parties!” I refrain from telling her the last party I planned involved a keg.

“Can you talk more about how you work with others? And how you fostered hospitality in your role at Ferguson’s?”

“Great question.” I would watch one of the star players on an old team say that in press conferences. He said it allowed him to pause and think of a good response. I’m racking my brain for an answer when behind Darlene, through the window, a familiar big ass in a grey jumpsuit slowly comes into view.

Griffin raises himself up on a scissor lift to work on the private plane. His back (and ass) is to us as he works on fixing something on the wing. His back looks impossibly broad against the tight fitting jumpsuit. Pornographic fantasies swirl in my head.

“Um, well, serving customers is all about being hospitable, so I have experience there.”

It’s hard to stay engaged when Griffin and his delicious, strong body is right there. Did he plan this? Is he messing with me in revenge for the tape trick? Did he put on a jumpsuit that was one size too small, knowing I’d be looking at his ass through the window?

“I always made sure to answer whatever questions customers had. People like when they get answers to their questions.”

He turns, so I can see his face. His brow crinkles along the creases of his forehead. He’s oddly sexy when he concentrates. I slump down slightly in my seat out of his view. Griffin bends over to rifle through his toolbox, his ass sticking in the air like the air traffic control tower of my dreams. Or maybe that’s his dick.

I copped a quick feel when I was on my knees during the rooftop debacle, and the man is packing heat.

“I just want our coworkers to have a happy ending.” I clear my throat. “With their holiday party.”

“Okay. Great. Making sure people are heard is an underutilized skill in the workplace,” Darlene says. “What would you say is your strongest attribute?”

Right now, my cock feels like my strongest attribute because it’s on the verge of getting so hard it could put a hole in Darlene’s desk. Griffin’s ass is still in the air. How many tools is he rifling through? And is he…wiggling it?

I notice he has on headphones when he stands up, the white buds stand out against his dark beard and hair. He gives his ass another shake to whatever he’s listening to. Griffin dancing like nobody’s looking? Too. Fucking. Cute.

“My strongest attribute is that I work hard.” Rock fucking hard. “I don’t give up, no matter how difficult a request.” I have the stamina to go all fucking night. “I think hard work is a very important asset, especially as I’m learning a new skill.” Please plunk your asset directly on my face.

Griffin takes out a massive wrench and begins loosening some widget in the wing. His arms flex their muscles, two thick pieces of rope attached to a brick wall of a body.

“Anything in particular about how you exemplify hard work?” Darlene asks, reminding me we’re still in an interview.

“I was learning some stick handling maneuvers from an old coach, and I went over it for hours on my own until I mastered it.” I smile at the memory, one of my proudest moments in the NHL. “And at Ferguson’s, I always volunteered to organize inventory in the back, which was one of the least favorite things for employees to do.” I did it to get away from Dad, but she doesn’t have to know that.

“Why did you leave Ferguson’s?”

I practiced this answer with my friends. “I’m looking for more of a challenge, a place where I can expand my skillset and grow my career.”

She seems to buy it. Meanwhile, in Griffin land, he’s working with tools and screws and nails and it’s making me hornier and hornier.

He wipes a smear of black grease onto his jumpsuit. He keeps wiping to get it off his hands. And then, I forget to breathe for a moment because he unbuttons his jumpsuit.

Each button unclasping over his broad chest sends another current of heat up my leg. His white undershirt hugs his chest and belly. I know bellies don’t have six-packs, but Griffin's might be the exception. It just looks strong and imposing and makes me feel bad for my flat stomach. I want to hug it as I bounce up and down on his cock.

“The office manager role can be a great stepping stone careerwise. It’s where I started my career. I never imagined I’d be an EA, but as office manager, you get a lay of the land across all departments.”

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