Heads and Tails – Part 1

The day Diane started working at Harper, Michael Wade knew he had to have her. She was short and curvy, with a great pair of tits and an ass that made his cock strain in his slacks whenever she walked away. Her long red hair and brilliant green eyes were the icing on the cake. She was damn near perfect, but there were a couple of problems: she was married, and she worked in Human Resources for the department head. 

Michael saw both as challenges, not restrictions.

Most of the men in the office set their sights on her. Her name was spoken around the water cooler and in the men’s room in reverent tones. Married and single men alike could not stop thinking about her.

Michael felt his desire went beyond the daydreams of the other men. His need for her felt primal to the point of distraction. The effect she had on him worried Michael a little, but he never let a little fear get in the way of what he wanted. 

Most of the other men stopped coming around her office with invitations to lunch and veiled innuendo within the first week. The sting of her very direct rejections left their fragile egos shattered. Michael received some of that rejection himself, but he expected it. A woman that exceptional required effort, and his approaches simply tested to see what got traction and what was going to be a complete waste of time.

Three weeks after Diane started at the firm she remained off-limits, and Michael’s lust grew hotter by the day. She called him by his first name, which was more than any other man in the office got. Rumors spread that she was a lesbian and that was why she treated the men in the office so coldly. Michael did not believe it for one minute. Something in her eyes suggested to Michael that a tiger lived beneath that cool exterior. He was not going to give up until he knew for sure.

Six weeks after her arrival, Michael got his lucky break. They became office friends and even went to lunch a couple of times. The other men in the office glared at him angrily whenever he and Diane shared a joke or when she brought him a coffee in the morning. It seemed his patience was starting to pay off. 

Michael’s boss, Gary, put him and Diane together on a lengthy project that would see them working together for weeks with lots of one-on-one time. If he could not get her in bed or on a desk during the project, he never would.

The first few days were slow and painful, filled with dreary meetings outlining the project requirements and little else. Once management confirmed the plan, the two of them got down to work. Gary moved them into a single office so they could focus on the work and minimize distractions. Their desks sat pressed against one another, so they faced one another while they worked. Michael found the situation completely enjoyable since Diane routinely wore low-cut blouses that allowed Michael to stare right down while she worked. It may have been his imagination, but Michael swore they became even lower cut by the end of the first week.

Their second Monday together in the office started rough. Diane barely spoke or looked up from her work for the first couple of hours, answering questions monosyllabically if she bothered to answer at all. 

“Tell you what, Diane, you keep working over those figures, and I’ll be right back.  There’s something I forgot to do this morning,” Michael said cheerfully. 

She grunted and scowled at Michael as he got up and left. 

When Michael returned half an hour later, he carried with him two large triple-shot lattes, Diane’s favorite. “I don’t know what happened over the weekend, but maybe this will help improve your morning.”

“Thank you, Michael,” she said cautiously before accepting the proffered drink and taking a long sip of the coffee. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a grouch this morning. My weekend didn’t go as planned, and I guess I just brought it with me to work.”

“It’s okay, Diane,” Michael replied. “Everyone’s allowed to have a bad day every now and then.”

“Maybe, but when you’re sharing an office, it can be hard for the other person.”

“It’s nothing. You tell me if I’m ever acting out of line, and I’ll do the same for you,” Michael said with a friendly smile. He took a considerably more ginger sip of his own coffee. “Besides, I know how a bad weekend can screw up your whole week.”

“You had a rough weekend, too?” Diane asked. She leaned forward, resting her elbows and her more than ample breasts on her desk.

“Yeah, I had a hot date on Saturday, but it fizzled out early.” Michael took another drink of coffee and leaned back, trying to look relaxed.

“What happened?”

“Things were going well, but her boyfriend showed up at the club and got a little belligerent.”

Diane put her hand in front of her mouth, feigning being scandalized. “Did you know she had one?”

“Oh yes. They are swingers, or at least they were trying to be.”

Diane raised an eyebrow. “Swingers, huh? I would never have guessed you to be the type to swing.”

Michael laughed. “Well, I’m not attached at the moment, so technically, I’m not swinging, but I’m not opposed to playing with swingers if you know what I mean.”

Diane’s smile was radiant. “I think I can imagine.” She sat back in her chair and went back to work before she asked, “So what happened?”

Michael gave a little cheer inside his head. “Well, we were at the bar, having a couple of drinks and getting to know each other, when he walked in and stomped right over to us.”

“He yelled at me, and she yelled at him,” Michael said, shaking his head. “Before I knew it, they were going at it right there.”

“They started fighting?” Diane asked.

“No, they were practically having sex. His hand was up her shirt, and she was reaching for his…belt.” Michael stretched out and leaned back a little before continuing.  “I think they would have had sex right there at the table if the bouncer hadn’t asked them to leave.”

“Wow,” Diane said, her eyes slightly glazed over. “Sounds kind of hot.”

“It would have been if I hadn’t been left sitting in the bar all by myself.”

“I could see where that would make for a rough night,” Diane said.

“I finished my drink and headed home,” said Michael. “I suppose I could have gone to another bar, but the whole scene ruined my mood.”