It was around three o’clock in the afternoon, with the sun shining through the window to her office space, that Maura heard the soft buzz of her cell phone on her desk. When she looked over, a devilish smile appeared on her face as she reached and caught the name that was flashing across the screen.
It made six months and five days that Emily had been working for her strict, critical, exhausting boss. It had all started with a temporary week-long gig that had somehow landed her working underneath the woman behind the appearances of some of the most powerful of the city. The young woman took the challenging job as a way to continue living in New York City. What was supposed to be an easy paycheck ended up almost running her out of the city. She barely lasted three days with how demanding it was. Each day of her first week, she ended up in tears at her cramped apartment she shared with a variety of roommates. When her final day came to an end, she was so shocked that her boss offered her a full-time position, that she said yes before she had time to realize the words coming out of her mouth.
Maura thought that the first time she had sex in her office would be suaver. It would happen during a late night at the office, maybe the team had been working overtime for a week, and after everyone cleared out. There would be a bottle of wine, perhaps a pour of whiskey, to relax her body. It would be with someone older, more experienced, more mature… someone of a mentor to her or a peer. She imagined dark hair, dark red lipstick, put together, someone sensual.
After a few last-minute jitters, she knocked to find Samantha’s brilliant smile on the other side of the door. The jitters immediately disappeared.
“I can’t…” Daisy barely whispered, the hesitation clear in her voice, “I have a date tomorrow night.”