your desk.”
“Picture on my...” her eyes widened and she started smiling again.
“Is something funny?” I asked, confused by the reaction.
“That picture isn’t my boyfriend.”
“It’s not?”
“No. It’s my brother.” As her words came out, she was smiling, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “He died three years ago in a car accident... drunk driver.”
“I’m—God, I’m so sorry, Leslie.” I felt a tug in my chest when I saw the emotion in her eyes.
“Thanks. He was so strong. I keep his picture on my desk to remind myself I can be just as strong. I try to, anyway.”
“Hmmm...” I mumbled.
“You probably think it’s silly, but sometimes it’s what gets me through.”
“What? Wait a minute... I don’t think it’s silly. It’s really nice. I have two sisters, so I thought about them when you said that.”
“Oh. Okay.” She took a step back, out of my embrace. I wasn’t sure if she was a little uncomfortable, or assessing me. “Well, I wanted to tell you and apologize. And you don’t need to be sorry about what happened between us.”
“I don’t?”
“No. We’re adults, and to be honest, I—um—I had fun.”
This conversation was getting better and better. I couldn’t resist taking a step closer to her. “Well I’m glad you think so. I was wondering, can I take you out to lunch after work today? I’d love to get to know more about you. If you’re up for it.”
“Are you asking me out on a date, Drew Masterson?”
“Yes. I am. I know we work these early hours, so I figured lunch. Unless you want to do dinner on Friday. Or a movie. Or both. Whatever you like.”
“I think so. I mean, yes. I’d like that. But can it be later? I need to figure out what to do with this ticket! I still can’t believe I won!”
“Definitely, anytime at all. I’m excited for you. You just let me know when. Can I have your number?”
“Sure,” she answered, and pulled out her phone. “Give me yours too. I’ll put in here. I can only handle keeping track one piece of paper right now.”
We exchanged phones and put our numbers into each other’s phone contact lists. As I took my phone back and put it in my pocket, I couldn’t help notice how close she was to me. All I wanted to do was get closer; smell her hair; kiss her and put my hands all over her gorgeous body. But we were at work, so I stood and just let the image of her soak in.
She held my gaze for a second, and what she did next surprised me. She walked back to my dressing room door, and turned the doorknob.
“See you later, Leslie,” I said.
I thought she was going back to her cubicle. Apparently not.
“I’m not leaving yet. I’m just checking something.”
“What’s that?”
“Making sure no one can distract us,” she answered. “I just locked it.”
“Oh. And why did you do that?”
She walked back to me and placed one hand on my chest. “So no one can see us.”
Her eyes were full of daring, so sensuous; piercing mine as though she sought some answers.
“I’m—I don’t know—is everything alright, Leslie?”
She tiptoed and whispered into my ear, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to make out at work. Maybe having this winning ticket makes me more brave. Or maybe it’s you, Drew.”
I was in a trance from her voice. She let out a breath on my neck and took my hand, guiding me to the counter at one side of the room.
“You’re going to lift me up and put me on this counter, Drew. And then you’re going to take me right there.”
I could barely believe the zeal and authority in her voice when she said it. But who was I to turn down a beautiful woman. I just hoped we wouldn’t get caught.
Chapter Five
Leslie
I ’m not sure what came over me, asking Drew to make love to me in his dressing room. Something about the tenderness in his eyes when he listened to me just unleashed a deep desire to be close to him. Fuck! I had a weird and crazy way of expressing