to
use.”
“We’ll leave it as is for a few days to see
if you change your mind. If you’re ready to get back to work, I
have pile of tapes from calls overseas that you can transcribe for
me. The temp couldn’t seem to get the hang of listening and typing
at the same time.”
“Sounds good.” She brought her computer to
life, retrieved the tapes, and quickly lost herself in the
mundanity of her work.
* * * * *
By the time she came up for air, it was
almost lunchtime. She went down to the daycare to spend some
quality time with Abbey and took advantage of one of the small
rooms to feed her. The simple act brought them so close together,
but still left her with too much milk. She’d have to pump it out
soon or she’d start hurting really badly.
Boyd had closed his door by the time she got
back to her office, so she decided to take advantage of the
lunchtime quiet to pump the rest of the milk from her breasts. She
grabbed her bag, slipped into the supply room, and smiled.
A comfortable looking recliner sat in the
middle of the room with a small table close by. That was
thoughtful. She left the door cracked so she could hear if Boyd
called for her, set her bag on the table, and eased back into the
recliner.
It was comfortable. She unbuttoned her
blouse and dug out her pump. She efficiently opened her maternity
flap and swapped the absorbent pad for the pump. It pulled tight
when she turned it on and the small glass started filling with
white fluid. She closed her eyes and leaned back to relax.
“Angie, did you finish the…”
Her eyes flew open and there was Boyd,
standing in the door with his mouth open. They stared at one
another for what seemed like eternity. She thought he would bolt,
but the sight of her seemed to have robbed him of movement. He had
his eyes locked on her breasts, and on the milk that continued to
fill the bottle.
He finally shook himself. “I’m so sorry. I
didn’t realize… I should go.”
“Wait.” She hadn’t realized she was going to
speak, but her mouth apparently had a mind of its own. Just like
her body. “Just close the door and stay in here with me.”
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but
she didn’t want this moment to end. He’d never allow himself to put
a move on her, but now the situation was right for her to see if
she could satisfy some of the tension that was building back up
inside her.
“I don’t know if that’s the—”
“Just close the door, Boyd,” she said
firmly.
He stepped inside and closed the door.
“Look, Angie, this is kind of—”
“Has anyone ever told you that you over
think things? Well, now they have. This is okay.”
Boyd smiled a little. “It feels like I’ve
stepped over a line. I can see your nipple.”
“Shouldn’t it be me objecting, if I felt
like it? Well, I don’t. In fact, I think it’s a good time to talk
about this teasing between us.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“I’d like you to tell me that you like what
you see. I already know you do, but I want to finally hear the
words.”
He reddened. “Look, of course I like how you
look. You’re beautiful. However, I’m your boss. We shouldn’t
be—”
“You know Carl in accounting is dating his
secretary. I know you know because I transcribed the call where you
green lit them and set the company ground rules. That means the
same thing is possible between us. You don’t think I see how you go
through pretty young things? I think you need more in a
relationship and I’d like to have a chance to see if we work
out.”
Boyd licked his lips. “This is a really
strange conversation to be having while you’re partly naked. What
if it doesn’t work out? Our work relationship might never
recover.”
“There you go over thinking things again,
Boyd. You always deny yourself a shot at happiness just in case it
might not work out. I see how interested you are about the milk in
my breast pump. Would you like to try