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Chapter 16

Finn

"Finn!"

I turn to see who called me. Ron, one of the day guards, is signaling me to come over.

I like Ron. He’s been with the company for…about 15 years? Is it two kids now? No, no, that's right; it was Shannon had her third, little Randy, a few months ago.

In my opinion, it's the personal touch?like knowing things about each other’s lives?that really makes the difference in a workplace today. Well, it always has been, but so many other places have lost that these days.

Walking over to Ron, I recognize the back of the head that is facing him. “Alyssa! Hello, how are you today?”

She turns toward me, and I give her a great big hug.

A greeting is always nicer when paired with a hug. Unless it makes the other party uncomfortable, of course. We strive for comfort here.

Of course, I don't think I have to worry too much about that with the voluptuous Alyssa. Burying your cock to the hilt, down the throat of a woman, and watching your warm cum drip down her face tends to put people on a more familiar level.

It really is just lovely to see her again. I can feel my cock begin to stiffen, and I know that I should let go. Still, I hold the hug for an extra few seconds.

“What brings you by today? Not that I’m not thrilled to see you again, though.” I flash her my award-winning smile. She smiles back, and all I can think of is her lips on my cock again.

“I’m honestly starting to feel like this is my home away from home. I’ve been here every day for the past five days.”

“That's great! We love when people feel comfortable.” In fact, it’s making me feel comfortable, being next to her right now.

My cock has been twitching from the instant that I realized it was her, and I know she could feel me poking her when I hugged her.

I wonder if she wants another hug? Maybe later.

“Anyway, I have some more questions that I’m curious about...” Alyssa starts.

“That's great! I love an inquisitive mind. You know, you can’t really fake that. People are either genuinely concerned with what is going on, or they’re not. No half-assing it.”

This is the first time that Alyssa and I have had the chance to speak one-on-one so far. I mean, there may have been some exchanges in the group, but not like this.

It truly is a pleasure to interact with her, to look into her eyes, to breathe in her scent.

But I can tell that my unusual demeanor is throwing her off a bit. I’ve been told before that people often don't know how to take me in.

So I usually let them get used to me slowly and then stop when they've had enough. The kind of principle also applies when I’m in bed.

“Finn, I was wondering if you could help me with some of these questions.”

“Sure! As a matter of fact, I was just about to meet up with some of the guys, and I know they will want to see you, too. Why don't we head over there, and you can ask us all the questions you want?”

Alyssa genuinely seemed grateful and excited about this. I just hope that she doesn't ask anything about the new product we’ve been working on. I’m not going to answer those questions.

I also hope that she doesn’t ask anything about the business either; won't go into any details about that.

Flowers, however, I could talk about. I could talk to her all day about flowers. I'm thinking that she is a white lily girl, if I have ever seen one. Maybe I should order her some.

We start walking deeper into the building, and I ask, “So, what would you like to know?”

“What’s the nature of the new formula?” she asks boldly. “What about it, makes it...lets it do...what it does?”

I consider before speaking. But before I can answer, I hear my name being called again.

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