Unrequited Ch. 05

I felt my phone buzz in pocket while I was at the high top table for my company's happy hour. Well company's was a stretch, basically the four of us went out drinking a couple times a week to lament work stories and blow off some steam. Grabbing my phone and looking at the notification saying Jake had sent me a Snapchat, I felt my cheeks burn a deep red unintentionally and I couldn't help but have a small smile creep across my face. "Whoa someone crush just texted them!" I heard Alex call out my way. "No just, just a funny meme!" I said back unconvincingly. "Whatever, don't tell us the hot details, we're all not a group of sex starved maniacs!" He joked. "Speak for yourself you creep!" Jessica teased him back. "Let him chat up whoever he's talking to without you ruining things!" "Yeah! Now if you don't mind..." I said trailing off with a smile as I opened my phone and they went back to the office

I was really excited to start this new job. I was one of three women working in an office full of men, so I was a bit nervous. I arrived on my first day and Carl was the first person I saw. Ours eyes met and heat went straight between my legs. He was tall...really tall, handsome, and so...fucking...sexy with that damn van dyke (Jeezus). To say there was an instant spark is putting it mildly. I blushed as he introduced himself and shook my hand, holding it maybe a little longer than he should have, but I didn't mind. The office manager who hired me hadn't arrived yet, so Carl offered to show me around, and I happily took him up on the offer. Before we got very far along on the tour, the office manager arrived and, to my disappointment, took over and went about getting me settled. I spent my first few weeks learning the lay of the land and getting familiar with all my responsibilities. Since I was the office assistant, I interacted with everyone, all day, every day and interact

Ch 5 How We Were Made West calls me during the week and invites me round to his place, the following Friday. He's still getting settled in and wants to try out his new barbeque. "I have beers and some steak." He says. "Do you want me to bring anything?" "Hmm," he says, thoughtfully, "do you have any weed?" I laugh. As a matter of fact, I do happen to have some weed. These days, I only smoke once in a blue moon, but I have some left over from a few months ago. "Sure, I'll bring some." "Great, it will be a blast from the past." And, it is. We have a few beers and eat our meal. Afterwards, we sit on an old sofa on his balcony and light up. "Don't inhale too much." I warn him. "I know how to smoke, you dumbass." He says, inhaling deeply and then immediately coughing and spluttering. "Oooh, shit," he laughs, "maybe, I don't." I laugh too. I take a couple of puffs and we both