13

Leo

Working late proved to be a blessing for Leo. He had gotten through a set of those little things that he knew needed to get done but had been putting off in favor of more urgent issues. The office was nearly deserted by around six. It was Friday night, after all, and typically the only ones working late on a Friday night were those who had fallen behind for the week.

By age seven, Leo had decided that Amara and he were the only individuals in the building. He had experienced this terrific warm feeling inside himself ever since, and he couldn't help but wonder what would happen tonight. He'd love to get up the courage to ask Amara out on a real date, and he'd even kiss her if she agreed to go out with him. In all honesty, he was hoping for much more than a kiss. He hoped to hold her in his arms and make her body feel great things. He hoped to show her that his mouth, which had once been used to shame her, could make her feel great as well as shame her. He hoped to show her how much he had wanted her all these years. But despite that, he was going to move slow.

He didn't want to rush Amara. When he took her pussy, he didn't want to have any niggling doubts in the back of his head that she was only doing it because she was afraid of what would happen if she didn't. He wanted to know for sure she desired him as much as he desired her. He knew he wasn't dreaming the chemistry they shared, but that was not to say Amara was prepared for anything more. He'd proceed at his own pace as long as she required. He'd waited since school to stand a chance with this girl, so a couple of months is nothing? She would be worth it no matter how long it took to get her to realize that they would be good together. He knew that much for sure.

He heard the noise of feet coming down the corridor and pulled out a piece of paper covered in figures. It was this month's statement of profit and loss. He had already read the report in fine detail and was relieved that it indicated consistent growth, but he wished to have something in front of him so it would appear that he was doing something; like he had some purpose to stay here. It would be rather eerie if Amara did make it to his office door and he sat there just smiling out at her like a madman, and even if she didn't get the eerie feeling, she would be likely to think that he lingered back just to watch her, and he didn't care for that idea any better than the eerie one.

He listened for footsteps approaching. Waiting sent shivers down his spine and his cock was eager at the prospect of what lay in store. He could not have envisioned that in a matter of seconds he would be having a drink with his dream woman. For all these years that he had been fantasizing about her, it was going to occur.

A gentle knock on his door.

Come in," he said.

He merely looked up from the paper that was supposed to be dominating his attention. He smiled at Amara with a handsome grin. The grin vanished in a second when he saw that it wasn't Amara who materialized in his office. It was Beatrice, a secretary. He hadn't even known she worked there anymore. What would have happened if she arrived at his office later and discovered him drinking with Amara?

What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing, Mr. Joe," she said.

She was twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, and it was annoying. He wanted to tell her to cut it out, but he didn't. He just wanted her gone from here. If Amara were to come in at this moment, he couldn't very well serve her a drink without serving Beatrice a drink, and he hadn't sat here almost four hours after finishing just so that a third person could come along and ruin it.

Let me explain it differently," he said, smiling unceremoniously. "Why are you still here at nine on a Friday night?"

She was standing with a couple of files in her hands, but he hadn't asked her for anything that couldn't have waited until Monday, and he was kind of confused as to why she was here in the first place. She glided behind his desk and perched herself on it, too close by a long way. He shifted ever so subtly, but he didn't have anyplace to go without jamming the chair away from him, and he was not going to make a gesture like that with her. She crossed one leg over the other, the skirt rising slightly in the process.

"Oops," she smiled, adjusting the skirt but not quite pulling it down.

Beatrice had flirted with him from the first day she started working here, but she had never done something like this. He wasn't attracted to Beatrice. He mean, don't get him wrong, she was a very pretty woman. But she wasn't Amara. Nobody was.

He had never done anything to make her think that he was interested in leading her on. If anything, he had been even more courteous to her than to the other secretaries because he had always feared leading her on. Now she seemed to have gone ahead and taken the wrong idea anyway. He was going to have to turn her down and risk insulting her.

He did not want to annoy her; she was good at what she did, and she was a fair woman. But he could not do this to her. And least of all, tonight. This was his opportunity to demonstrate to Amara that he was a changed man. It would not be a good thing for that if she were to see Beatrice retreating from his office in shame.

"Why are you here, Beatrice?" he repeated, a little brusquer in tone.

"You sound tense," she said to him. "Let me give you a shoulder massage. I'm really good at them."

"That's not necessary," he said.

He was too late. Beatrice was already climbing down off of his desk. When she stood up, the papers she was holding slipped out between her fingers and dropped to the floor. Paper went flying everywhere.

"Oops," Beatrice again.

She smiled at him in a smile that he could only describe as lecherous. If he gave her that look without any desire on her part, he'd likely be the one getting sued. At least her spilling papers gave him the cover to stand up without it seeming like he was just looking for space between them. He pushed his chair back, ready to lean down and retrieve the papers, but Beatrice beat him to it. The instant his chair was pushed back, she plopped onto her knees in the space he had vacated.

And of course, that was the moment that he saw Amara standing outside his door, hand balled into a fist poised to knock. Her mouth was open and he saw in terror that she was able to see the feet of Beatrice. From where she was standing, Amara could not have seen anything but that this looked like Beatrice blowing him.

Amara turned and quickly walked away, almost running. He jumped to his feet. Beatrice looked up at him with a grin.

“Sit back down. I’ve got it,” she said.

"Beatrice, this is not the proper thing to do and you know it. I'm going to go back into my office now, and when I emerge, I expect those papers set out on my desk and you gone for the evening, and we'll never speak of this moment again. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly," she said.

The flirtatious smile had vanished, and she was no longer purring her words. She blushed and started to lean in for the papers. He realized he ought to stay and talk to her, try to get her to feel a little less embarrassed, but his immediate priority was Amara. He wanted her to know that this was not as it appeared. I mean, it would be awkward for him to stay and comfort Beatrice. It wasn't like he'd been leading her on or anything. Talking to her would likely only humiliate her further. He was reasonably confident that he had made his point.

He left his office and went to Amara's. She was sitting behind her desk, the report on it in front of her. She had her jacket on, and her handbag was over her shoulder. He knocked on the door, and she looked up and nodded for him to come in.

"Here's the report," she said, standing up and giving him the report.

Thanks," he said, taking it from her. "And thanks for staying late to get it done. Amara, what you saw in back."

"Is none of my business," she interrupted.

"It wasn't like it looked. I had no idea Beatrice was near, and then she appeared with some files. She spilled them and she knelt down to gather up the papers before I could prevent her."

"Ok," Amara said.

Her voice told him that she did not believe him.

"I'm serious, Amara," he told her, wishing with all his might that she would hear him out. "I would never."

"As I have explained to you, it is none of my concern," Amara told him. "You don't need to explain. And if you're worried I will go to someone about what I have seen, I give you my word I won't.".

She seemed embarrassed. Her face was flushed, and she was flustered, stumbling over the words.

"There would be nothing to tell because nothing was happening," he persisted.

"Ok," she parroted.

She still did not sound convincing, but the more he went on about this, the bigger it became. He knew that it sounded as though he was protesting too much, and that was the last thing he wanted. He dropped it. Maybe after a few drinks, he'd tell Amara about how Beatrice had tried to seduce him, and they could both have a good laugh at it.

"So you're ready for that drink then?" he smiled.

"Actually, I have to take a rain check on that if you don't mind," Amara said. "I'm so tired, and I've got a headache in the making. Have a good weekend, Leo."

She walked towards her office door, and though he longed to beg her to stay, he knew it was hopeless. After what she thought she just saw, there was no way she was going to agree to come and have a drink with him, and if he persisted, he'd only be a creep.

"You too," he said. "And I hope your headache goes away soon."

There was a possibility it would clear away instantly, you know, because it wasn't real. She flashed him a concerned smile and rushed out of the room.

He stood where he was for a second, fuming with anger. He pounded his hand on Amara's desk. Shit Beatrice. He couldn't imagine that she had undone this for him.