Page 9 of Secretary Crush
She looks over at me with a smile. “It’s nothing. I enjoy cleaning and organizing.”
“You call this nothing? This is mind-blowing. I mean, it would’ve taken me weeks to do all this, and you’ve done it in less than a day.”
“There is still plenty to do. I need to go through the piles I’ve made over there, and the filing cabinet hasn’t been tackled yet. I just got it to where the drawers would shut and the top was cleaned off. I thought I’d get things a little neater before I jumped into the cabinets.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Yes, actually,” she says, dropping her rag on the counter and moving around the desk. “I’ve made these piles of files here. One stack is newer stuff that needs to be filed away. One is old stuff that needs to be pitched, and I’m not sure about this last one. I was wondering if you’d go through it and let me know where it needs to go.”
“Sure, I can do that,” I say, walking around the desk to get to work.
We try to walk around at the same time and end up turning to our sides to slide by one another. That’s when her chest brushes against mine, and every nerve ending burns with the blaze of heat that flashes through my body.
“Oh, excuse me,” she says, yanking her sparkling eyes from mine as we pass one another.
“Sorry,” I say, finally able to suck in a deep breath now that we’re past one another.
I have a seat in the chair that I wheel over to the stacks on the floor. I bend down, pick up one of the files, and lean back in the chair to read over it. My eyes glance in her direction. She’s wiping down the counter area that holds the coffee pot. Below the counter is a mini fridge, and she drops down to her knees and opens the door to start cleaning out its contents. I can’t help but picture her down on her knees before me. My dick twitches with excitement at the thought, and I have to push it away as I clear my throat.
She looks over at me, and I feel put on the spot. “Just throw everything in there away. It’s been in there too long, and I’m sure it’s probably all expired by now.”
“Oh, okay,” she says with a nod of her head, seemingly not noticing anything weird about the situation.
“Why don’t you write down everything you throw away, and I’ll go to the store this evening and replenish the supplies.”
“Okay,” she agrees, grabbing a notepad and a pen.
I don’t even keep my eyes on the file in my hands. I can’t. All I can do is watch her work. I watch as she tosses out the liquid coffee creamer, random condiments, and whole containers of food that have been left behind by God knows who. She empties everything and then starts wiping down the inside. I watch every moment, notice every time her nose wrinkles or every bite on her lower lip. When she goes to stand, I force my eyes back to the file, not wanting to get caught checking her out. I see that the date on the file is from years ago, and I toss it into the trash pile before picking up another.
“I’m sorry if I upset you earlier by putting that picture out. I just found it and thought it was like the rest.”
I look away from the file in my hands and meet her gaze. “Oh no, I wasn’t upset. I was surprised to see it, that’s all.”
She nods as she stands and tosses her wipe into the trash. “Was she like an ex or something?” she asks, and I can see the nervousness rolling off her.
I nod. “She is. A long time ago.”
“Things end badly?”
I shake my head. “No, not really. It’s hard for things to end badly if you never expected much out of it to begin with.”
She nods once. “Ahhh. I have one of those.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, looking back up at her.
She pulls the trash can farther over to continue working. “Yeah, my ex who I just left. I honestly didn’t have a lot of hope for the relationship. I guess that’s why it didn’t hurt all that much to pack up and leave. I’m happier now on my own than I was a month ago with him. It’s crazy how that works.”
“Sometimes being alone is better. At least then you don’t have to pretend anymore.”
She looks up at me with a soft smile, and she nods. “Not having to pretend feels amazing.”
Her smile is enough to have the butterflies in my stomach fluttering their wings. It causes my muscles to harden in an attempt to settle them. When my muscles flex and that tickle forms in my stomach, it makes my dick twitch with excitement, and I have to cross one leg over the other to hide how excited I really am.
She looks at her watch and drops her hands to her sides. “Okay, well, I guess I’m going to call it a day unless there is anything else you’d like me to do.”
I quickly glance at my watch. “Oh, I guess I lost track of time. No, you’ve done more than enough. Go on and enjoy the rest of your day.”
She nods and holds out a piece of paper. I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly hopeful that it’s her number. “Here’s that list for your grocery trip,” she says, and the hope leaves my body.
