— If The Boss Only Knew
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My co-worker gave me a cold shoulder, sort of, the week after she made her "hot and cold treatment" comment. I don't know if she got shy about it or what, because she never ended up telling me anything. I do know that she got a new project to work on from the boss, so that might have been it. I never asked.
Last week, though, she warmed up again. I was very tempted to put an end to my speculation and ask what the treatment was, but I figured that the question can wait. We were chatting in Yahoo about nothing in particular when I complained about the spam I was getting in my email box. I think that the guys in IS try pretty hard to keep the crap out, but they seem to be finghting a losing battle. I hadn't gotten any spam about increasing breast or penis size for a while, then I got like four of each in a row. Of course, the penis ones did not use the word "penis" in them, or else the filters would have gotten them.
Anyhow, I was complaining about the spams, and finally ended up typing something like "I just delete them - I don't need what they're offering anyway." I almost regretted the remark after I'd sent it, because I was afraid that what I'd said would make her think that I'm some huge-hung stud, which I'm not. She just sent a "hee hee" and a blushing smile icon back to me. I'm not entirely sure what that meant, but whatever.
In a meeting the next morning, she was sitting across from me while we listened to the boss drone on about something or other. She was doodling idly, I was staring out the window over her shoulder - flocks of ducks are leaving now, and creating large V's in the sky. She moved slightly and I looked down to bring her into focus. The way she was sitting - she'd turned slightly towards the front, where the boss was. Her shirt, unbuttoned at the top, opened up just enough so that I could see the top of her breast, where the chest starts to just curve out, and that white lace of her bra again.
I know, cheap thrill, but my eyes were glued on her breast. I didn't notice her looking at me until she moved her hand over the opening and did a tiny "naughty boy" finger wave at me. I snapped out of it and felt my face redden as I gave her an embarrassed smile. The meeting ended a few minutes later and we all went back to our desks. I stopped on the way to hit the bathroom, and when I got back, Yahoo had opened up and her ID was there. "Next time, I'll wear black," the message said.
I sent back my own embarrased icon, and apologized for staring. She said that she didn't intend to give me anything to stare at, but that she wasn't sorry she had. She repeated that next time she'd wear black, then wrote, "Now, get back to work, Mr. Eyes."
— If The Boss Only Knew —My co-worker gave me a cold shoulder, sort of, the week after she made her "hot and cold treatment" comment. I don't know if she got shy about it or what, because she never ended up telling me anything. I do know that she got a new project to work on from the boss, so that might have been it. I never asked.