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“I thought we had agreed to be honest with each other, but I get the feeling that’s not the case today.”
“Let’s go into the archive room.”
“The archive room!”
“Jude, it’s the only place here where we can have any privacy.”
“Yes, but you want to fix everything in the archive room.”
Without letting me utter another word, he grabs my arm and drags me to the archive room. Then he closes the door that goes to my supervisor’s office.
“I swear there’s nothing to worry about with that woman.”
“Great ... but who is she?”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” he whispers to me with a smile.
“No way. You tell me and then I’ll kiss you.”
“Jude ...”
“Eric ...”
Without wasting any time, he grabs me again, pulls me to him, and kisses me. Then, when it seems he might clear up what I’m so curious about, I hear Miguel at the door of Eric’s office. Eric quickly looks over at me.
“Don’t worry. I have a lot of work today and I can’t get distracted, but we’ll talk later, at home. All right, love?”
I nod. He gives me a quick peck and leaves. I carefully open the archive-room door and exit out my supervisor’s office.
After lunch, I go back to my desk and run into Eric on the way. He’s with the new administrative manager, and when he sees me, he greets me cordially. I smile through the heat he provokes in me and go straight to my desk. Once there, I grab some folders and go into the archive room. I’m surprised to find my supervisor working in several open drawers.
“I’m looking for some information about Alicante and Valencia’s last quarter.”
“Do you want me to look for you?”
“No ... I’ll look.”
I turn to leave and find Eric standing at the door. He’s followed me here.
“Good afternoon, Mr.Zimmerman,” I murmur as I pass him.
Hearing me, my supervisor lifts her eyes and sees Eric.
“Give me a sec, Eric, and I’ll give you the info you asked for.”
He watches as I leave a handful of documents on my supervisor’s desk. I smile at seeing him so nervous and tense. Then, just before exiting the office, I stop, lean on the doorknob, and raise my skirt to show him my thong. That makes me laugh, especially when I turn around and see his surprise.
At my desk again, my cell buzzes. A text from Eric:I’m going to make you pay for what you just did. Degenerate!
Barely moving, I turn and spy him at his desk. We look at each other for a few seconds. Then I realize he can see my legs from his position. I look all around to make sure the coast is clear. I open my legs and text him:This degenerate can’t wait to pay.
I glance over at Eric, who’s clearly uncomfortable in his seat now. As soon as my supervisor comes out of the archive room, I quickly clap my legs shut. Then I chuckle like a naughty girl and get back to work.
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When I leave the office at six o’clock, I get into my car and head home. As soon as I get there, I drop my bag on the couch, take off my suit jacket, and hear the front bell ring. It’s Eric, and he pounces on me with kisses.
“Degenerate,” he says as he takes me in his arms and gives me a slap on the butt. “What are you doing, getting me all hot and bothered at the office?”