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Robert flashed his badge to security and took the lift to the sixth floor, checking himself out in the mirror as he ascended. He was in uncommonly high spirits for a Monday morning, looking forward to an easy week of training temps. Alyssa being one of them.Alyssa had come from the agency a week ago. A young, wide-eyed blonde who genuinely seemed unaware of her allure. She didn’t dress provocatively, but her curves would have turned heads under a bin liner. She didn’t flaunt them, though, which surprised Robert. She wore spectacles with thick black frames, and Robert couldn’t decide whether her look was calculated geek chic, or she really was a geek. Either way, she couldn’t help but look hot in them. They were new, and when she put them on she always blushed slightly and looked around, clearly very self-conscious.Robert couldn’t see Alyssa when he entered the office. Margaret intercepted him and explained: “System’s going to be down for an hour, Rob. Alyssa’s down in the vault reading over the manual stuff.” She gestured to the corner, where the other temps were congregated. “These guys already know all that. You take them, I’ll train with Alyssa.”Shit, he thought. “I thought you hated the vault.”“Yeah, I do. Why?”Play it cool, Rob. “Well, I can’t do much up here. Why don’t you give them one of your tours, and I’ll take the vault?”“You sure?”“Yeah, no problem.”“Well…okay. Thanks. I’ll try not to leave you down there too long.”Robert shrugged his shoulders. “It’s cool.”Walking down the stairs, he wondered if Margaret had seen through his charade. Then he realised he didn’t give a shit what Margaret thought. I’ve got Alyssa all to myself, he thought.He swiped his card and entered the vault, the office nickname for the cathedral-like hall of employee records. Instead of pews, there were fifteen rows of dusty filing cabinets, covering the As to Zs. He almanbahis şikayet couldn’t see Alyssa, but he spotted her jacket and handbag on the desk by the door. “Hello?” he shouted. No response.His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked up the centre aisle. As he passed each row of cabinets, he slowed to look down both ways.Robert passed the Js, Ks and Ls. At the Ms, a flash of red caught his eye: Alyssa, in a red jumper. Her back was to him. She was seated in a swivel chair, plugged into an iPod that was resting on a trolley. He could just see the black of her glasses at the side of her head.“Alyssa,” Robert said. No response. He didn’t want to startle her. He coughed loudly to no effect. He walked towards the side of her, hoping she would see him peripherally before he was right on top of her. But as he approached, a mobile ring tone came to life. Alyssa tapped her iPod and brought her phone (which must have been resting on her lap) up to her ear. Robert paused.“Heyyyy…” she said into the phone, and giggled. “Nothing much. You?”Robert found himself stepping backwards, trying not to be heard. Later, he would wonder why he didn’t just walk right up to her. Instead, he hid round the corner, his back pressed against the side of the cabinets, like a cop in a film ready to enter an alley.He could still hear her conversation. He was pretty sure she was talking to her boyfriend. He didn’t know she had one until now.I’ll wait till she’s finished, he thought.“A jumper. Uh-huh…no, silly, the red one.”Great, they’re talking about clothes. Riveting.“Black skirt,” she said. Wait…is she telling him what she’s wearing?“No, I’m all alone.”Robert, suddenly aware of exactly what kind of conversation this was, felt his heart thump in his chest.“Nope. I hate tights, you know that…uh-huh, all bare, silky smooth…and black heels. Not the high ones.” She almanbahis canlı casino giggled.Robert peeked round the corner at her. She still had her back to him.“My legs are crossed,” he heard her say. She looked down at herself. “The hem is just above my knee.”Robert pressed his back against the cabinets again and made a conscious effort to swallow. Alyssa’s behaviour had completely surprised him. He turned back to watch.“Uh-huh,” she said, her hand dragging the hem of her skirt up to her thighs. “Mmm, you know it.” Robert looked at her long legs, her black shoe dangling from her toes as she bobbed her foot up and down, and realised with some alarm that he had quite an erection. What if someone comes in now?, he thought. Move back, he said to himself. Put some distance between you. It was all he could think of.Alyssa idly stroked the side of her thigh as she murmured into the phone. Robert dragged himself away reluctantly. He stepped backwards as quietly as possible, not noticing the footstool behind him. His heel kicked it. He turned and his breath caught as he watched the stool, seemingly in slow-motion, tip over and crash to the floor.The game’s up, you idiot! Make your way to her now!Trying to give the impression that he had just walked in, he walked up the aisle and pretended to spot Alyssa. This time she was facing him, looking sheepish.“Morning!” he said.She smiled weakly. “I got a bit of a fright there,” she said, perhaps to explain her embarrassment. She stared at him as he approached. “Sorry,” he said. “I did shout.” He stopped in front of her. He noticed that her right foot was bare; the shoe was off to one side.“Oh, I was on the phone. I know I’m not allowed, but…”“No, it’s cool, especially down here; I mean, you can get away with anything here.” Realising how that sounded, he added: “I used to just sit in here and chill almanbahis casino out all day.”She laughed. And looked down at his crotch.His erection hadn’t completely subsided.She must have noticed it, because although her head reflexively turned away to one side, her eyes remained locked in place for a telling extra beat. When she looked up again, their eyes met.Neither of them said anything. Robert searched in vain for a single word to break the silence in what was surely one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. Alyssa spoke first. “Did you…”“What?” he said, unintentionally sounding angry.“Oh God.”“What is it?” he said.“You heard.”“I didn’t,” he said, and immediately realised his mistake. Heard what, you idiot, heard WHAT. “Shit,” he said, and sighed. He turned away and pressed his hand against the bulge in his crotch. He heard giggling.“It’s not funny,” he said, smiling in spite of everything. “I could get arrested.”Her giggling erupted into full-blown laughter. Red-faced, he eventually joined her.“What did you hear?” she said, when their laughter quietened down.“I didn’t want to give you a fright. Your back was to me, and then your phone went off.”“Oh, great. So, everything!”“Yeah.”“It was just…my boyfriend.”“I figured.”“Kind of.”“He’s kind of your boyfriend?”“I don’t know. He’s young.” She dipped her head and peered at him over the rim of her glasses. “I prefer…older men.”Her display of confidence startled him. “Yeah, very funny,” he said, and she laughed. “You know you’ve only got one shoe on?”“Oh yeah,” she said. Still seated, she stretched out her leg and put her big toe under the strap of the shoe. She tried to flick the shoe up in the air and catch it, but it hit off one of the cabinets. They snorted laughter. Robert picked it up for her.“Why, thank you,” she said, as he knelt in front of her, holding out the shoe.“We also have these in a six,” he said.“Smell my foot,” she said.“What?”“Smell it!”Alyssa giggled and wiggled her toes under his nose. Her painted toenails matched her jumper. Robert grabbed her foot to steady it — ticklish, she laughed and jerked at his touch — and sniffed.
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