The Temp Worker, an Office Fantasy
It was getting close to lunch time and I was already restless. I was blankly staring at the computer on my desk, not concentrating on anything I needed to do, and instead thinking of a wild romp involving the new temporary employee. There was a light knock at the door behind me, taking me out of my reverie. I turned to see you peeking around the door as you opened it. You had just started the previous day. I was told you were hired to do a report for the company and that I had been assigned to answer any questions that you may have. The day before, while you had been in the adjacent office, going over the parameters of the report with the boss I couldn’t help but notice you. You wore a …