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“How long have you been here?” I ask Kerry as she takes me back to my office.
“Going on three years now,” she says. “I met Marc while I was working at a hotel, and he was just the sweetest soul. He offered me a job the very next day.”
She speaks of him so dreamily I almost wonder if they’ve slept together before. I try not to let my worries show on my face, but it’s confirmed they are when Kerry makes it a point to let me know they’ve never been intimate.
“A lot of people think we must have slept together because he offered me this job with no experience, but I'm not like the other girls here. They all throw themselves at his feet, while I keep my dignity intact. He saw that I was very hardworking at the hotel and said I deserved something better. So, here I am.”
Feeling a bit ‘called out’ I smile at her and excuse myself into my office. I don’t want her to read any more of my facial expressions. They might tell her exactly what happened between Marc and I, not even one hundred feet away from her desk.
I take a seat on the royal blue sofa near the window and peer out into Manhattan. I've worked in large establishments before, but none where the view is this gorgeous. I feel like I'm on top of the world right now and as high up as this building is, I just might be.
“Knock-knock.” Marc knocks and lets himself in. “Getting settled in, are we?”
“We are.” I smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” he gleams. “I just wanted to come and welcome you to the office this morning. I'm sure everyone here is happy to have you, but if you have any issues with anyone; any questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Marc is so good looking. Charming too. His suit is tailored to perfection and shows just the right amount of his muscles. I’d love for him to use those muscles to lift me onto my desk and give me some of what I've been craving from him, but he has to get to a business meeting.
I feel myself throbbing between my legs as he walks out of my office. Too bad I'm so close to the cubicles and Kerry’s desk. Otherwise, I would have bribed him for some quick love making before he left for the day.
It takes me about an hour to get completely settled in and adjusted to my new surroundings. Now that I have all of my things in order, and my computer set up exactly the way I like it, I have time to sit and go over Marc’s itinerary. It's nothing too far-fetched from what I'm used to.
As a marketer, I set my own rules and have creative control over the content I generate. As long as I adhere to the guidelines of the company and make sure the content created is relatable, I'm my own boss.
“Hey there, hey there,” Melissa calls me to check in. “How’s your first day in the office? I must say! I'm impressed that you already have a job lined up so fast.”
“I know right?” I chuckle. “It’s my dad’s best friend's company, so he kind of pulled some strings for me. So far so good though. Everyone here is cool. Except for Marc’s son, Kyle. He was supposed to have the position, but I got it instead. I think he’s angry with me because of it.”
“Oh, Boohoo! Men can be such whiny babies sometimes. Anytime a woman outdoes them they always have a problem with it. Don't let him get to you.”
Melissa's always so encouraging, even when she’s throwing around insults. I want to tell her about Marc; our sexcapade in the conference room dugout, but I will keep it to myself for now. I don’t want to be known as the girl who kisses and tells.
“I can’t wait for you to visit,” I say. “I thought I would hate being back in New York, but it hasn’t been that bad. It's cold and the streets are so noisy, but I guess it’s different, now that I'm older. I don’t know, things just feel a lot more real to me.”
“I know what you mean,” she says. “When I went back to Vermont after so many years, I felt different too. It was like the entire state was someplace I’d never been before t and I could see it a lot clearer.”
We talked for a good twenty minutes before I ended the call and continued on with my day. It's lunchtime now and although I can sit here and shovel down my food in my office, I want to go downstairs and check out the break room. That's where everyone else has gone, so I might as well follow suit.
“Hey Felicia, how’s your first day going?”
Kyle takes a seat at the table I'm occupying. He has this bright smile on his face, the kind of smile a high school boy would while talking to his crush. He's a handsome guy. Not too short, not too tall. Nice build and looks like he might work out, but he isn’t nearly as sexy as his father.
“Hi Kyle,” I say. “Today has been going good so far. I'm loving the view from the office, and everyone upstairs has welcomed me with nothing but kindness.”
“Good, good.” He stares at me like I'm the lunch he’s about to devour. “I’m happy everyone’s been nice to you. I could have been a lot nicer over dinner the other night. I apologize for that.”
“It’s okay.” I smile a soothing smile. “I understand completely and won’t hold it against you. I might have been upset as well if I was caught off guard like that.”
For some reason, I feel like Kyle is suffocating me or crowding my space. He's not sitting super close to me or anything, but I feel like he is. It could be because I share a secret with his father, and I know Kyle is flirting with me. Or it could be because he is actually crowding my space.
“So, what are your plans for marketing?” he asks. “I had a few ideas if you ever get stuck and need a refresher. Sometimes it’s hard to keep coming up with something new. It was for me, anyway. That's why it took me so long to get the department organized.”
“I’m pretty good at coming up with new ideas. It is hard to keep a fresh mind though. I think because I read so much and my imagination is so vivid, it’s a little easier for me to visualize what I want. As of right now, I'm just getting acquainted with the feel of this place. I'll take another self-tour in a few, that way I know the exact look I want to go for.”
I feel so awkward talking to him. So much so, I almost let a laugh slip from my gut. I hold on to it though. Kyle is a bit sensitive and might think I'm laughing at him. I kind of am, in a way. Not in a bad way. I just feel so terrible for having sex with Marc while Kyle has a crush on me.
“Well,” I say, standing to leave. “I’m going to get back upstairs and finish going over paperwork before the day gets away from me. It was nice talking to you, Kyle. Maybe I'll see you here tomorrow.”
