Early this morning at work I walked past Marjorie's office, and heard, "Twoton?" We were the only two in, at that time of the morning.
I retraced my steps and stopped in her doorway. "Yes?" But I didn't see her at first. "Oh, there you are." She was hunched at a small mirror, applying mascara.
"Do you want to go for breakfast in a little while?" she said as she glanced at me without interrupting what she was doing.
"Yeah, sure. I'll go." Me standing there, her putting on make-up, the soft tone in her voice, it seemed we shared a familiarity beyond what I'm accustomed to.
She looked up from the mirror. "I like your tie! We match!"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I found it this morning. Haven't worn it for a while."
Now by this time, four alarms started ringing in my head, alerting my attention to four particular items of importance.
First, I began to feel the tingling sensation of a physical reaction to our conversation.
Second, I have been endowed with a more than generous sexual anatomy.
Third, I happened to be wearing a slim pair of trousers that would not disappoint had my intent been to "bulge." Which, I tell you, it had not been and certainly was not at that particular moment.
Fourth, I was standing directly in front of her, no more than seven feet away, with no visual barriers between us. If she were to look straight ahead from where she was seated, her eyes would rest just about at my navel.
She began to talk about how excited she is to be running regularly with a girlfriend before work.
The conversation was brief, and I didn't linger after saying, "I'll see you in a little while, just let me know when."
The breakfast was rather dull. We went to the 'company' cafeteria, where the barista had hung a "Be Back In Five Minutes" sign but never returned, and I left, empty handed.
Marjorie, at that point, didn't seem particularly talkative, and I didn't either.
We didn't see much of each other for the remainder of the day, until just before she left, when she came into my office to go over a few things.
I have to admit, I teased her on one particular point (she walked right into it) and she reacted in a particularly flirtatious manner. As a general rule, I avoid doing teasing her, because she reacts in a flirtatious manner when I do.
I retraced my steps and stopped in her doorway. "Yes?" But I didn't see her at first. "Oh, there you are." She was hunched at a small mirror, applying mascara.
"Do you want to go for breakfast in a little while?" she said as she glanced at me without interrupting what she was doing.
"Yeah, sure. I'll go." Me standing there, her putting on make-up, the soft tone in her voice, it seemed we shared a familiarity beyond what I'm accustomed to.
She looked up from the mirror. "I like your tie! We match!"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I found it this morning. Haven't worn it for a while."
Now by this time, four alarms started ringing in my head, alerting my attention to four particular items of importance.
First, I began to feel the tingling sensation of a physical reaction to our conversation.
Second, I have been endowed with a more than generous sexual anatomy.
Third, I happened to be wearing a slim pair of trousers that would not disappoint had my intent been to "bulge." Which, I tell you, it had not been and certainly was not at that particular moment.
Fourth, I was standing directly in front of her, no more than seven feet away, with no visual barriers between us. If she were to look straight ahead from where she was seated, her eyes would rest just about at my navel.
She began to talk about how excited she is to be running regularly with a girlfriend before work.
The conversation was brief, and I didn't linger after saying, "I'll see you in a little while, just let me know when."
The breakfast was rather dull. We went to the 'company' cafeteria, where the barista had hung a "Be Back In Five Minutes" sign but never returned, and I left, empty handed.
Marjorie, at that point, didn't seem particularly talkative, and I didn't either.
We didn't see much of each other for the remainder of the day, until just before she left, when she came into my office to go over a few things.
I have to admit, I teased her on one particular point (she walked right into it) and she reacted in a particularly flirtatious manner. As a general rule, I avoid doing teasing her, because she reacts in a flirtatious manner when I do.