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don’t
present so much of a problem now that I’m used to them, and head down the
corridor straight to the door marked General Manager . I tap the door
lightly before walking in to find James sat behind his desk, pawing over
paperwork.
     “Morning, Alex.” He gives me that killer smile. He’s
delightful to look at, I’ll never tire of watching him, in fact I could spend
my day just sitting and watching him work. His dark come to bed eyes
make me feel weak every time I see him and that physique is just exceptional –
he clearly works out, although I have no idea when and where. I can only
imagine what lurks beneath that crisp white shirt, he always wears white shirts
with double cuffs, but he truly does look amazing in them and they “do it” for
me! Every time I see him I can just imagine that well-developed six pack and a
perfect V down towards his… Alex, pull yourself together, woman!
    He keeps his designer stubble well groomed. He must be a
tailor’s dream, looking phenomenal in whatever he’s wearing. I still can’t
believe that he’s single, it doesn’t make sense! Maybe he just doesn’t do
commitment? I haven’t seen any girls come up here since that first day. He must
see them elsewhere now that I’m here.
    “How are you today?” He shuffles his papers. His deep voice
is soft and soothing. I can just imagine the pillow talk with him, it’s enough
to have any woman turn to heaps of jelly. It makes me feel all warm inside
every time he opens that beautiful mouth of his, probably from years of being
denied any form of intimate contact, the fault of my bastard of a husband. Just
recently I’ve craved any sexual attention possible, maybe I’m having a mid-life
crisis? For heaven’s sake, Alex, snap out of it , I say to myself, this
is business – no cavorting with the staff .
    Maybe with my pent-up sexual tension and possibly having
some sort of crisis I shouldn’t be hanging around someone like James, I’m like
a time bomb! Yes, I know I’m 42, 43 in September, but I’m a very young 42 –
hell, it isn’t really old anyway, is it? But feeling the way I do is surprising
given the rough time I’ve had, why shouldn’t I have a bit of fun? Mind you,
I’ll have to dump the passion-killer knickers for something a bit more… more
provocative before I start looking for someone to share intimate moments with.
Listen to me, anyone would think I was some sort of sex kitten, not a recently
separated mum!
    “I’m fine, James, everything looks good downstairs. I take
it there aren’t any issues, or if there have been I’m assuming that you’ve
sorted them in your normal efficient way.” I smile at him, I really don’t know
why I’m here, other than to watch my General Manager work, yes, that’s the real
reason!
    He’s looking down at his paperwork. His laptop is out and
he’s flicking between what’s printed on the paper and keying in some
information at the same time, the concentration evident on his face.
    “Fuck!” He looks at one of the papers and then at me.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
    “Problem?” I fiddle with a pen on his desk, looking at his
papers, so tidy.
    He frowns and curses whilst he re-enters the figures. “No,
just lost some of the data I’d already keyed in.”
    “Is there anything I can help with?” I reach for some of the
papers he has moved to one side, papers I wrongly assumed he had finished with.
As I reach to pick them up he moves to pick them up again, and our hands touch.
Hell! My nether regions are… ooh. I pull my hands away quickly and look
directly at James, I’m sure he thinks I’m a prude.
    “Sorry.” I play with a paperclip. Turning away, I ask, “Do
you want a drink?”
    He smiles back at me, holding my gaze for a moment. “Please,
coffee, black, and no sugar.”
    Feeling ruffled, I move to the small unit in the corner of
his office, where he has a kettle and some mugs and a small fridge. I make him
a coffee and myself a cup of tea, taking it