Page 1 of Dirty Work
Dirty Work
Chapter One
“What is she doing with that guy?” I add a few more packets of sugar to my morning coffee as my pal Greg comes into my office. I can barely focus on getting the granules into the cup because my mind is occupied by the new secretary. Her ass in that little pencil skirt has been swaying back and forth in my mind all fucking morning.
“Who? What do you mean?” Greg responds as he takes a seat across from my desk.
“You didn’t see the new secretary? She’s just my type. Petite, dark hair. Small tits. Curvy ass.” I smile and sit back in my chair and close my eyes. She’s perfect. I want her spread-eagle on my desk with my face buried between her legs after hours. And before hours. During lunch.
All day long.
“She young?” Greg asks, grinning. It’s like he already knows what I’m going to say.
Let’s just say that I have a little bit of a reputation around the office. It’s not my fault, I swear. Put a beautiful girl in my general proximity, and I can’t help it if the next thing I know she’s throwing herself at me and unable to meet her deadlines.
The last one let it slip out that she was late for the quarterly budget meeting because I had kept her up all night.
Like I said, not my fault.
“Come on,” I respond. “You know me. Of course she’s young. Twenty-two. Just graduated.”
“So you already have your minions running intelligence on this woman?”
I take a sip of my coffee and put the paper cup down on a stack of briefs. I won’t get any work done today, but it’s okay. I pulled an all-nighter last week, so I’m in the big boss’ good graces for the foreseeable future.
“Exactly. But I also got to see her with my own two eyes. Unfortunately,” I add, “she isn’t interested. Turns out that she’s...how do I say this while still being respectful? She’s screwing some other guy.”
“How do you know this already? You have someone put together a report on her?” Greg asks.
“Come on. I talked to her. Cornered her in the cafeteria.”
“That sounds about right.”
“I was going to ask her to come out for my 30th, but she has to go hang out with this so-called boyfriend this weekend.”
A few of my colleagues walk past my office, waving to me on their way to a meeting we’re having this morning. They remind me that I have somewhere I need to be, and I start to gather up some of the crap strewn across my desk.
“And did she offer this information or did you have to dig for it?”
“I mean, I was running my usual tact. Asking a bunch of questions. Getting information,” I explain as Greg and I make our way to the door.
“So maybe,” he says, chuckling, “she told you she had a boyfriend to get you to leave her alone. If you were cornering her. No?”
“I guess that's possible.” I hadn’t considered that as a possibility until Greg suggested it.
I’d already told her she was wasting her early 20s with this other guy. That she should be going out with her girlfriends on the weekends and letting me take care of the rest of the week, attending to her needs, cooking her meals and rubbing her feet before giving her the best orgasms of her life night after night.
Maybe Greg is right. I figure that I might have come on a little bit too strong. Maybe this was all too much for this woman’s first week out of college.
First of all, she’s in a new city and she’s settling into work. On top of it, she has the most gorgeous guy she’s ever seen hovering over her desk and telling her to ditch her boyfriend to come out to the bar for his 30th birthday.
But I could see that she liked it. Her body language told it all. The way her lips pursed into a little pout below her perfect button-nose when I came over to her. The way she touched her hair and looked a little nervous to be around me.
The more I consider it, the more confident I am that she wasn't making the boyfriend up.
“No, man,” I say to Greg. “I had to prod her a little to get the info on the boyfriend. She didn't offer it up right away. He's legit.”
“So I guess she really can't come out for your big three-zero.”
“I guess not. But I know she wants to,” I say as we enter the conference room.
