Thank You Kindly

It wasn’t what I expected it to be. When I arrived at the office after a 2 week leave of absence, I felt relieved that someone else had to deal with the daily grind for a while and that I didn’t know what had gone on over the past 2 weeks. I was on autopilot walking down the aisles being introduced to the new staff members who had been hired during my time away. Autopilot quickly shut off when I ended up at his desk, staring into his deep brown eyes.

“And this is Andrew. He comes to us from New Jersey. Andrew, this is Victoria and she is the Senior Associate. She will show you the ropes”.

I tuned out in words and found myself looking him over. His hair was almost salt and peppery, leading me to believe he was much older than I was. His hands looked strong, his teeth white and his lips were just moistened so that I could see the glisten when he smiled. He looked like sex, plain and simple. I don’t know if this is what the other women in the office noticed, but I sure did.

Within moments of returning to my office, I had an email from Andrew saying “Nice to meet you. I have some questions when you are ready.”

I walked back over to his desk and answered his questions one by one, all the while, trying not to look him in the eye in fear he would notice what I’m thinking about him and how badly I wanted to take him into the bathroom and tear into him like a Christmas present. As we finished our exchange, I gave him a few notes and before I walked away I said, “Thank you kindly” and smiled.

There must have been something behind that phrase when I said it because he grabbed my hand, when I turned back he said, “Oh you will. Soon.”

Stunned, I hurried back to my office and shut the door. What was I doing?!? This is my career, my livelihood. I can’t jeopardize it. He knew I was thinking about how nice it would be to have my way with him. Was I that transparent?

I decided to put Andrew out of my mind for the time being and catch up on some work. I don’t know how much time had passed when I realized it was dark outside my window. I looked at the time, it was after 7pm. I grabbed my stuff and headed out. Before reaching the door, I saw something out of the corner of my eye in the break room and went to see who else was in the office as late as I was. It was him. He was making a cup of coffee and turned when I walked in, flashing a smile at me.

“Hi” was all he said. “Hi” was all I could muster. He stared at me for what must have been 5 minutes with a look of intent. My palms were sweating and my heart rate increased. Next thing I knew, the door was shut behind me and his lips were on mine. He smelled like cinnamon. His tongue was wet and wild in my mouth and he had me firmly wrapped in his arms. He had me pinned against the door and all I could think about was how I wanted him inside of me. His hands traveled my body touching every piece of exposed flesh, every curve until every nerve in my body was tingling and urning for more. When he let go, I knew I was in trouble. I knew this was going to be problematic but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted him to want me.

To this day, that kiss haunts me. This was only the beginning. This is the start of how my life spiraled into madness. This was the first of many chapters in our love affair. And all I can say when you read it is, “Thank you kindly.”