Free After Hours by Stephanie Swallow

After
Hours
    An Erotic Short Story

 
    By
Stephanie Swallow
    ©2103
Secret Creek Press

 
 
    The workday is over. A streak of light filters through the
glass of Cody’s office door. Clutching the sheath of papers against my chest, I
knock, waiting for permission to enter. Cody’s my new boss.   He’s only been my boss for three
weeks.   We don’t know each other
well enough yet for me to enter without being invited. We haven’t set the
boundaries regarding privacy and doors.
    I hear him call, “Come in, Claudia,” and I adjust my
skirt and smooth my hair before stepping through the door. For some strange
reason, I feel the need to look my best for this man and not because he’s my
boss.
    Cody looks up from his work. Despite the fact that his
eyes are tired and a shadow of stubble from the day is gracing his manly chin
he’s a dreamboat. No, amend that thought.   He’s a fantasy. The type of man you lust over but know you can never
have, the type that enters your dreams and leaves you pulsing in orgasm. To
look at him is to swoon with desire.
    I approach the front of his desk and put the papers
down.   He gives me a brief smile as
I stand, like a fool, waiting for another crumb to take and add to my
collection of images to be reviewed at a later time.   He’s silent.   Silent and brooding.   God, I want that.
    “Here’s the costings you asked for,” I say, trying not
to meet his eyes. Sometimes I find myself staring a bit too often and a bit too
long because Cody is so easy on the eye.   Sometimes when I’m meant to be working, I find myself daydreaming about
his smoky blue eyes and broad shoulders, the dirty blond hair that sweeps
across his brow, his large hands. I dream about those hands touching me.   But that’s all I ever do.   Dream.   Imagine. It’s quite disgusting really, that I can be reduced
to a lust-filled puddle every time he crosses the office floor or swears at the
photocopier.
    Cody’s eyes pass over the sheets. “Great.   Thanks.”
    Then he sits up straighter and stretches his long arms
over his head, locking his fingers. He rubs his hands over the back of his
neck, stretching the sinews from side to side. I can almost feel his hands on
me, skittering over my body. He sees me watching and he smiles as if he can
hear my thoughts.
    “This week has been too long,” he says.
    Quickly, I pull myself up.   I have to keep this professional.
    “Is there anything else?   If not, I might make a move, if that’s okay? It’s well past
six.”
    Cody glances at his watch.   He stands up from the desk and in three strides has rounded
it to stand in front of me.   His
deep blue eyes lock on mine.
    “Can you have a look at this first?” He gestures to the swathe
of paper on the desk.   “I’m tired
and it needs fresh eyes. I’d like your opinion. You did a good job with the
Jacobson account. And the shop remodel you did for Bass was spot on.   Keep
up that standard of work and you’ll be dealing with the bigger clients in no
time.”
    “Sure, okay. I’ll have a look.”
    I’m quietly chuffed at his praise. This is a first.   Howard, my last boss, wouldn’t have
asked for my opinion if he were having a coronary. He wouldn’t have even known
what accounts I’d been working on, let alone the outcome. Cody, however, had
been paying attention.
    I walk around the desk, my hip grazing the side of the
wood to avoid his body and spreading my hands on either side of the desk, I lay
the documents out in front of me. I feel Cody moving to stand behind me.   He bends his head over my shoulder.   The heat from his body sends me into a
spin. The quiet sound of his breathing makes me weak at the knees.   He has no idea how much I want him,
what I would do to have him inside me.
    “Are… are… this the ones you mean?” I stammer, trying to
ignore the way he’s leaning against my bottom.
    “No, the other.”
    He reaches forward and shuffles through the papers,
revealing a