Unexpected
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A few things: First, I was unsure if this should have been categorized as a romance or simply erotic couplings. I feel it is more of a romance once seen as a whole – and I ask your forgiveness if you do not agree with my choice. Second, this is a slightly different story than the others I have written. The love scenes are still hot, in my opinion, but they may not be as frequent as some would prefer. So take that as a warning, because this is a very long story that needs to tell itself at its own pace. Finally, thank you all for the incredible feedback on each and every one of my stories. – VH
***
Sometimes things just hit you entirely unexpected. All it seems to take is the right situation at the right time – and a little something to spark it off – and then all Hell breaks loose. Or maybe I should say Heaven.
Because that is the best way for me to describe Isabel.
The department meeting we had at the end of August is what kicked things off. Fifteen of us sitting around a long conference table, in a room with glass walls on one side and double doors at the ends. We had this thing once a month, and it was always the least desirable part of the job. It wasn’t anything bad. They were just boring as hell.
Nobody had any particular reserved seat – you just sat down as you came in the room and then hoped it would be over so you could get back to work or gossiping or whatever else your position allowed you to do. There were three of us supervisors outside of Isabel – who was the director of the finance department – yet when she spoke she would often start and finish her comments while looking at me. Over the four years I’d worked there, I had gotten used to this, although when I had first started, I thought it rather unnerving.
Isabel was company to the umpteenth degree. I’d heard she started two weeks out of college and had been there ever since – all twenty-one years so far. Me? That just seemed strange. At twenty-seven I’d been at two companies, not including the jobs during school, before I decided to stay put at the current place – always looking to move up that ladder as soon as opportunity knocked. I am sure that is what Isabel would have done too. But she’d apparently just landed in the place that worked out best for her from the onset, I guess.
Isabel was used to getting her way and I had become rather accustomed to some of my co-workers complaining about her. I would always keep out of stuff like that. It was just work to me. I liked my job to a point, but I didn’t live there like others – and certainly not like Isabel. I have to admit, she did have a maddening way about her, when she set herself down a certain path and knew her way was best no matter what you said. But again, that is what being the Boss is all about right?
Maybe it was due to me being the only man in the department – other than Chuck, who already acted like he was retired most of the time – or that I tended to speak to her like she was just one of us as opposed to ‘management.’ Whatever the reason, at those department meetings she seemed to always look to me for a sign that at least one person in the room was listening.
Normally, I would just listen quietly, looking back at her for about ten seconds, but then her staring into my eyes would always get to me and I’d look at anyplace else but her – pretty much like everyone else in the room was doing already. It didn’t help that she was definitely a little too pleasing to look at. Short hair and sexy, chic glasses, cutest little nose – for a forty year old, and clothes and shoes to die for. She was also someone that wore little makeup – but then, she didn’t to need to. What was more, she didn’t seem to give a damn about little things like that either.
All that being said, I must make it clear that I never fantasized about her. There are just some people that you never think about like that because not only is it unfathomable that anything could happen, but it just makes you feel too awkward to live with yourself the next time you see them. None of this had prevented me from kidding around with her when she wore those funky sweaters in winter or those big dangly earrings to her board meetings. She wasn’t eccentric, but she was definitely her own person.
So, it was that time when she had finished going over the calendar and asked us all if we had anything to say. Sometimes she would even drag something out of us department heads before moving on to what she was working on, just to fill up the hour.
Silence prevailed and I felt her gaze rest on me for a few moments longer than was comfortable. I continued staring at that mod-deco poster behind her of some mechanized contraption, wondering if it been hung right-side up even.
‘Well, then I guess I’ll just have to talk about me then,’ she laughed.
She was looking at me when she said it, so I smiled and winked. A couple of others laughed half-heartedly.
‘As you are all aware, we will be merging with Morton & Tennebaum soon – absorbing is more like it.’ She waited for the little nods and whispers of agreement. ‘I’m going to need a volunteer to help me out.’
You could have heard a pin drop it was so silent in there.
‘Oh, come on everyone, it isn’t all that bad,’ she laughed again. ‘Just a couple late evenings a week tops… and I might be able to get you time and a half.’
‘Ooh! Count me in!’ Jody, one of the girls at the end yelled. Laughs all around.
‘Excellent! You might even get to see the inside of the board room! I’ll need someone to assist me for the first few weeks until it gets underway – be my right hand ‘man.” Isabel smiled sincerely and looked down at Jody.
‘Oh. Count me out!’ Jody responded, sinking in her chair. Even more laughs this time.
‘It won’t be that bad. You just have to sit there and look attentive while handing me one fat report after another to pass around to everyone.’
All of us could clearly see that Jody was not buying it though. I was holding back a smile as I turned to see Isabel looking at me again. What? I said with my expression, staring back at her.
‘Well, I won’t force anyone. Just think it over people. It won’t be for another week or so. But for anyone interested, it will be late I’m afraid and there may be some times that we’ll be running around like chickens with our heads cut-off, I’m sure.’
‘Well I can’t do it,’ Kim said. Kim was probably the closest I had to a friend there. She confided in me about everything from her husband to the horrible shoes she’d seen someone wearing on the other floor. She also hated Isabel with a passion. ‘Evenings are too busy at my place.’
‘Me too,’ another said. And then everyone was agreeing. The next few minutes was everyone else giving their reasons why, using kids and spouses and some college course as an excuse. I didn’t have any excuse – no more than Kim did, even though she was married.
Isabel was keeping a smile on her face, but I could tell she couldn’t wait to get out of there and away from all that bull-shit. I saw her gripping her pen, knuckles turning white – so I spoke up.
‘Ah what the hell.’
No one had heard me except for Isabel, sitting right across from me. She looked at me and raised both brows, making sure she had heard me right.
‘It won’t be that bad,’ she almost whispered. ‘But I really do need the help. Marketing and Mergers and Q-C will be there. It makes me look bad if I can’t get any of the Finance people to show!’ She was grinning and leaning forward while pressing her notebook to her chest – a twinkle in her eyes. She really was a good boss to work for, so I couldn’t bear to leave her in a lurch.
Both of us turned and looked down the table as we heard the others quieting down now. But Isabel had left me wanting to look at her again, though I controlled myself enough not to actually do it. There had just been something in that look that made my mouth go s
uddenly dry.
‘Well, I have my volunteer here,’ she said, motioning to me, trying to look conceited. ‘So I guess we can all get back to work now!’
Isabel didn’t answer the myriad of questions everyone was throwing at her, having not heard me volunteer – she just left me to deal with it as we all walked back to our offices.
Kim grabbed me into her office and closed the door.
‘Did you actually volunteer?’ she said, sitting down behind her desk.
‘Well, I could see no one else was going to. Would you have preferred she order you to do it?’ I smiled, knowing that would get her going.
Mistake. As I spent the next ten minutes listening to the reasons why that would not have happened under any circumstance, which somehow led Kim onto a request Isabel had made of her, and ultimately why she was the bitch from hell because of everything going wrong in her life.
I shrugged it off, like I always do, and went back to my office. Isabel had left a packet for me marked confidential on my chair. I wish I hadn’t opened it. Two pages of things needed in order to be fully prepared for the meeting a week from tomorrow. I sighed, realizing that with everything else I was doing, I would be spending every night late now.
And they never paid time and a half.
***
I had assumed that the late evenings would be just the two of us – not that I was especially looking forward to it or anything – it was just an assumption. From the first night though a couple of days later, I realized I was a part of something big for the first time in my career. There were about twenty of us from different departments – and a couple of VP’s and their assistants that would stop by from time to time and see how things were going.
We worked as a team in one of the conference rooms, each department doing its share to make things move along at a furious pace it seemed. Isabel was right. Most departments had more than two people so she would have looked very bad being by herself. Nor do I think she could have managed. Obviously she would have ordered one of us to help, or gotten someone from outside to do it. But as it was, I had actually done the right thing for a change, so all was well.
Most guys would have had a problem I think, being an aide, and especially and aide to a woman. Isabel and I were the only ones ‘reversed’ so to speak. The rest were men with female assistants. But what did I care? People get too hung up on that crap.
We were a good team. Partly because I respected her and I think she respected me as well. But then, some of the others ‘assisting’ spent more time talking to each other than helping out like me, so that was a big part as well. At one point, about three weeks in, the marketing director made a comment to Isabel about how organized she was. I could hear the underlying sexual tone as he let his eyes wander to her chest – as she was leaning forward. It made me sick.
‘That is all thanks to my spectacular team here!’ she replied, sitting back and waving her arm back to where I sat, surrounded by file-boxes. He just nodded an acknowledgment my way, but Isabel turned around and looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I was glad she turned back around just as abruptly because I felt the heat rising to my face almost instantly.
As the month ended, having spent easily twice as many evenings late as well as two weekends, the ‘board’ had what they needed to continue on without us so to speak.
‘I’ll still be involved though, right up until the end,’ Isabel said, as we walked out of the building that night. She was wearing a thin knee-length skirt and open-toed slingbacks. A breeze blew her perfume my way and I inhaled the lovely scent.
‘Lucky you,’ I responded sarcastically.
‘I know. It isn’t the greatest thing, sitting in all those meetings, but it does feel good to see everything come together after all that hard work.’
‘Well… hopefully I’ll be there someday,’ I said. ‘I guess.’
Isabel laughed. ‘Oh. You will be.’
‘And why do you say that?’
We were to her car now and I placed her box of ‘homework’ in the trunk when she opened it.
‘You didn’t see anyone else offering to help me out with all this did you?’
I smiled. ‘Ah, that’s just because I like being nice to you girls.’
Isabel made a face and I was certain I had just overstepped my professional boundaries. I was mentally preparing to back-track when she shook her head and laughed, opening her car door to get in.
‘Somehow … I can sense that about you.’ She got inside, showing a bit more thigh than she intended no doubt. Thankfully, she didn’t see me looking.
I was halfway to my car when she went racing past me, sending a little ‘beep beep’ my way.
***
A week later the company newsletter came out. You always skim through those things even though most of it isn’t worth two bits. To my surprise, right there on the front page was news of the ongoing merger and a special thanks to all involved in the initial stage. Saw my name in print for the first time since playing ball in high school. Not bad, I thought.
But that was rather short-lived. No one pays attention to things like that and Kim didn’t even talk to me that day, so I knew she was pissed off by my two seconds of fame.
Over that past week, Isabel started talking to me a lot more than she had before. More often than not, I ended up being handed something else to work on for her, but there was definitely a more personal vibe passing back and forth between us. Just little things like how was your evening, and then an actual discussion about it – instead of just good morning every day and nothing else.
So I was not all that surprised when Isabel popped her head in and asked if I wanted to join her and Carla, the controller, for lunch that day. I rode with Carla and we talked about football all the way over, while Isabel met us at the Italian restaurant about fifteen blocks from our downtown office.
Lunch was good, but we still talked mostly about things back at the office. It wasn’t really gossip, but bringing everyone up to speed on things one or all of us heard about something or another. We had a nice time actually.
We’d been there about forty minutes when Carla quietly announced to our boss that she had to get to ‘that doctor’s appointment.’ She asked her if Isabel would mind giving me a ride, otherwise I’d be walking back. Ha ha’s all around at my expense, but of course she said yes.
I didn’t think anything of the change in plans, as there were at least two tables with groups of people from our company also having lunch at the restaurant. And it certainly didn’t seem strange for me to be sitting there with my boss having a one on one after Carla left, especially after they’d all seen her with us up until then.
It was oddly quiet for the next couple of minutes after Carla left, as she had kept us laughing about her kids and dogs and the flakey things her sixty something secretary had been doing lately.
‘I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you put in these past few weeks,’ Isabel said after a while.
I was watching her fingers as she fiddled with a cocktail napkin beside her plate and noticed she had on this metallic pearl polish on her nails. Strange how I’d never seen that before.
‘Eh, that’s OK. It’s not like I didn’t get anything out of it.’
‘And just what exactly did you get out of it?’ She sat back and took a sip of her wine, holding her glass in front of her as she waited for my response.
I frowned and made an overdramatic point of searching for an answer. I saw her smiling from the corner of my eye.
‘Let me see … I suppose it would have to be the wonderful comradeship of my fellow employees and learning valuable skills to further my career.’
She furrowed her brows and swirled her wine around in her glass by moving her hand. ‘You’re full of shit.’
I actually laughed out loud. Never had I heard her use a swear word before.
‘Tell me what you really got out of it,’ she said, grinning now.
‘Time and a half I hope,’ I blurted out.
Isabel leaned forward and placed her glass in front of her, looking down into the light colored drink. ‘Is that all? And here I thought we made a pretty good team … you and me.’
I tried not to notice that she was tracing one long finger around the rim of her wine glass, or that the way she was leaning forward and staring into that same glass allowed me to see the freckles that dotted her chest and just begged me to look even further.
‘Oh, I have no doubt about that. As long as you’re there to do all the talking, I’ll be happy to hide behind you from now on,’ I joked.
Isabel laughed softly. Then she ran her hand through her hair before taking a sip from her glass again, this time while making eye contact with me the whole time. I suddenly felt like something surreal was going on, and my body reacted immediately: with racing heart and burning ears.
Isabel looked away momentarily and resituated herself in her seat. I was keenly aware that the way she had moved right then might have been her uncrossing and crossing her legs in the other direction. Despite my sudden anxiety, the thought of her bare legs in sexy slip on sandals (it was still September so she was not wearing stockings – and I’m a guy, so of course I noticed) in that business-suit skirt made it necessary for me to resituate myself as well.
‘I suppose I’ve been thinking about that the last few days … since we started actually,’ she said, putting her arms on the table and leaning in to make a show of examining the dessert menu sitting in the center.
‘About what, precisely?’ I had the incredible urge to lean forward like she was and get her to look at me, but I remembered that just three tables over there were people that worked on our floor.
‘Mmm. About us. As a team.’ She looked to the side for a second before picking up her glass again and holding it almost to her lips. ‘Wondering if that kind of chemistry works outside the office as well.’
She quickly took another drink from her glass.
Isabel had said the word chemistry so crisply that I felt my heart skip a beat. She lifted her eyes behind those sexy frames and watched for my reaction. It was one of those moments where your instincts take over I guess. Normally outright sarcastic, cynical, goofy – I said the honest thing instead.
‘There’s only one way to find out.’
Her eyes widened a little in surprise, but it was the sudden color radiating from her cheeks that gave it all away. Now she looked around cautiously to make sure no one had seen while at the same time motioning for the waiter to bring us the check.
Surprised myself now, I just sat there not knowing what to do, gulping my Heineken like a fool. I even felt awkward about her picking up the tab. It had gone from a casual business lunch to something much more casual, just like that.
Both of us made a point of waving to the few people from work that were still eating, as we made our way through the maze of tables and finally got outside. Neither of us said a word as we walked side by side to her car, keeping a very professional distance from each other. I wasn’t sure where to look, or what to do to be honest.
As we drove off, I glanced down and saw her right hand resting on the stick-shift – a flash of a small silver with opal ring on her little finger. I couldn’t help but admire her. God, how I love everything about a woman, from head to toe: her fingers, her ears, her knees. So I was having difficulty deciding if I should turn away or just appreciate this particularly lovely woman in every detail. But then I remembered: this was Isabel!
My heart felt like it was about to jump right out of my chest. After a minute, I actually had to force myself to look at her fist while she worked the stick back and forth switching gears. There was something so highly erotic about her doing that simple thing.
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