Swing Batter Swing

by Zaida Polanco

  Marty hesitated as she considered whether she should play along with Jay’s game. She did love that they were joking about it, but she felt like he was being too cavalier with her feelings. Although, maybe that was her fault for suggesting it was nothing to begin with.

  Before she could formulate a response, Jay texted again.

  Jay:

  I’ve gone too far, haven’t I? I’m sorry. I was just trying to show you that it wasn’t a big deal.

  Marty:

  Don’t apologize, I just stepped away from my phone for a sec. For the record, I prefer The Mouth-cident for its ambiguity and potential.

  Jay:

  Noted.

  Chapter 10: Marty

  When Marty walked into the office on Monday morning, she was determined to put the awkwardness with Jay behind her so they could maybe be friends.

  The sun was shining, a new week stretched in front of her, full of possibility, and she’d spent the rest of her Sunday night in an intensely hot flirtathon with a guy on Tinder. Her plan was to meet up that night for a sort-of date and some (hopefully) amazing sex. She was going to put her hot boss out of her mind if it killed her.

  She had put extra effort into getting ready that morning, carefully selecting an outfit that she hoped was work appropriate but also sexy enough to convey that she was getting laid tonight, come hell or high water.

  She had settled on a form-fitting red midi dress that showed a bit more cleavage than she usually did at work. She figured it would be okay because she had observed countless other assistants wearing way less than that on many occasions.

  One of the assistants in the hockey division—Marty thought her name was Rachel—routinely showed up in the mini-est of skirts with skimpy tanks and camisoles and no bra. Rachel (or was it Rachelle?) was not the kind of girl who should be going braless at work. So, Marty figured it wouldn’t be an issue that she was a teeny bit sexier than usual.

  Marty should have known that the day would go poorly once she got to their floor and realized Jay had beat her to the office. He was over an hour earlier than usual. Marty craved routine and was pissed that her morning would be disrupted and hurried now that he was there, especially since most of her morning routine revolved around making his day easier.

  “Good morning, Jay,” she said, attempting a cheerful voice, as she settled into her desk. Jay was focused on his phone and didn’t look up at her.

  “Marty, can you come in here for a sec?” he asked, still entirely enthralled in whatever had his attention on the phone. Marty sighed as she felt the edges of a bad mood come creeping in. She really was a creature of habit and she wished Jay had warned her that he would be early so then she could have planned around him and arrived even earlier.

  “Sure thing boss. Did you already have your coffee? Should I run and grab it now?” She hoped he would say yes, since the morning coffee run was also when she got her coffee too. To her chagrin, Jay responded, “no need, already grabbed one on the way in.”

  She sighed heavily, not even bothering to hide her annoyance as she dragged her ass into Jay’s office. She stood just inside the door, expectantly, waiting for him to speak. She grew steadily annoyed with him while he continued to type something on his phone. “Jay?” she asked, barely hiding her frustration.

  Jay finally pulled himself away from his screen, his eyes widening as he took in Marty’s outfit. She tried not to look too pleased with herself, although she definitely noticed the way Jay’s eyes drank her in from head to toe. “Good morning,” she said, sweetly, “wasn’t expecting you so early.”

  Marty was pretty sure Jay hadn’t blinked in the 15 seconds since he looked up at her. Something about that look in his eyes made her clench her thighs, hoping Jay didn’t notice. Marty silently, and for the millionth time, lamented her bad luck. Of course she meets the hottest, sexiest man and he happens to be her boss, oh and also he’s not interested in her like that. It figured.

  But still, Marty rationalized to herself, she could enjoy the flirtation and the sexy looks he gave her, there was no harm in that? Right? Marty wasn’t sure if she could even convince herself of that obvious lie.

  As Jay watched her with curious eyes, his gaze slowly inching over every bit of her exposed body, Marty was certain he could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties under her dress.

  The thought of him knowing that, of him picturing her naked pussy below her dress, was enough to send a wave of desire coursing through her body and pooling at the apex of her thighs.

  Right about now, she wished she was actually wearing panties, as she was a bit worried that her arousal would drip down her legs and onto Jay’s expensive carpet. That might be a little difficult to explain to him.

  Chapter 11: Jay

  In his panicked rush to end the phone conversation with his mother on Monday morning, Jay’s morning routine was disrupted, which meant he forgot to feed Bruce before dropping him off at doggy daycare, plus he forgot his MacBook on the kitchen counter.

  His mom had been trying to convince him to visit home for a visit, and Jay had reiterated ad nauseum that he didn’t want to come home because he didn’t want to see his father. He didn’t like hurting his mom’s feelings, but he also couldn’t be a part of family functions while Don Michaelson was still welcome there.

  He knew he should be more understanding. After all, it wasn’t his mom’s fault that Don Michaelson was an asshole and a convicted sex offender. It also wasn’t her fault that she’d grown accustomed to the lifestyle that being married to him could afford and hadn’t held a job in thirty years.

  And yet, Jay couldn’t find it in himself to come see her. She made the choice to stay with Don, which meant she made the choice to effectively cut ties with Jay. He kicked himself for even answering her call in the first place, as it threw off his whole morning.

  Overlooking Bruce’s breakfast was easily fixed with a call to his daycare, where Bruce would get a premium daycare breakfast that would assuredly cost Jay an arm and a leg. That dog was spoiled as hell.

  The MacBook was slightly more complicated. Jay couldn’t be without a computer all day, but he was headed into a meeting and had no time to run home and get it. He was considering asking Marty to go pick it up for him when she knocked on his office door.

  The reason for his hesitation in asking her was two-fold: 1) Jay hated having his assistants run errands for him and 2) he wasn’t crazy about the idea of Marty being in his house again when he wasn’t there. Not because he didn’t trust her, but rather because he didn’t trust himself. He’d already decided that letting her stay there and watch Bruce was a huge mistake.

  He already had to keep all the windows open the whole night to rid his house of the scent she’d left from dog sitting. He was addicted to her scent and now it was everywhere in his home, driving him insane.

  He did not, however, wash the sheets off the guest bed where she slept. He may or may not have slept on that bed last night. And he may or may not have jerked off in the bed, surrounded by the smell of her. Hey, it was his house, he could jerk off where he wanted to, dammit.

  Was she saying something? Jay couldn’t be sure. All he heard was his own blood rushing in his ears. Which was surprising to him, since he was pretty sure all the blood in his body had already made its way south. She looked incredible, which was saying something, because he thought she always looked perfect.

  But this day — this was different. She looked like a woman on a mission, her tight dress leaving very little to the imagination. Jay could barely take his eyes off the swell of her cleavage. His mind was consumed with thoughts of licking and kissing and sucking her. He needed a cold fucking shower. God, he felt like such a perv.

  He had spent all night thinking about her and that sweet little kiss, the kiss she’d deemed a mistake and a temporary lapse in judgement. He should have been happy about that, about her obvious remorse for making a move on him. But all he wanted, all he hoped, was that she would somehow do it again. This tim
e, he would be sure not to freeze up.

  It was around the time that Jay idly wondered if Marty was wearing panties under her dress that he realized he was gawking at her. To be fair, he couldn’t logically see how she could be wearing underwear with that dress. It seemed like a scientific marvel, and he needed to know more in order to form his hypothesis.

  Marty shifted under Jay’s hot gaze and for a brief second he wondered if she was as affected by him as he was by her. She stepped further into his office and sat in front of him, smiling and giving him a confused look.

  Jay inhaled as she got closer, and he could have sworn he saw her pupils dilate as she approached him. Was she wet under that dress? Would he ever get a chance to find out? Was he the perviest perv around? Definitely yes to last question, that was for sure.

  “What’s up, McFly?” he asked, hoping he came across as aloof instead of the actual horny teenager he was inside.

  “Uh, you called me in here?”

  “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jay ran his hand over his stubble, pissed that he hadn’t even had a moment to shave before coming in. “I’m off my game. This morning has been... well anyway. Okay yes, one second.” He pulled out his iPad and searched for something on it, cursing under his breath.

  “Okay, so we need to start talking about the spring training schedule.” He was proud of himself for spitting that out, realizing that this was actually something they needed to lock down. See? He could be a normal boss and assign tasks without thinking of his devastatingly sexy minx of an assistant who at the moment simply stared at him with an eyebrow raised.

  “The spring training schedule?” She frowned. He nodded and she gave him a look that communicated the fact that he was clearly an idiot. “I sent you the preliminary schedule a few days ago. The dates have been finalized. I’ve booked several hotels at each location and just need your input so I’ll know which ones to cancel.” She looked at him expectantly. “Did you not get my email?”

  “What?” he asked. “You sent an email?”

  Marty nodded.

  “Crap, I don’t have my work email synced to this goddamn iPad.” He tossed the iPad aside, frustrated.

  “Would you like me to set up your work email for you?” she asked, trying to be helpful.

  “I know how to do it, McFly. I’m not 70 years old,” he said, a hint of irritation in his voice.

  “You sure about that?” she taunted. Jay felt a rush when she smirked at him, raising her eyebrows and trying not to grin.

  “When did you send the message?”

  “Tuesday afternoon.”

  Jay never missed emails, so this was very out of character for him. He tried to remember what happened on Tuesday, the day she sent the email. He scoured his brain and landed on a rather embarrassing fact.

  Tuesday was the day Marty had gone for a lunchtime workout at the company’s in-house gym. Though she had changed into her workout clothes in the bathroom after Jay left for his lunch meeting, he’d run into her in the elevator on her way downstairs. She had been wearing a form-fitting tank top that showed off her sweet, beautiful breasts.

  Jay could tell that she was uncomfortable running into him in such a state of undress, so he had tried to put her at ease. “I admire your dedication to working out, McFly. Lunchtime gym session? Impressive.”

  She blushed and mumbled a thanks as the elevator stopped at the gym level. She scurried off with a casual wave but not before Jay took in the rest of her outfit. Short, tight (good god they were tight) Lycra shorts. Could they even be considered shorts? They were more like hot pants. Whatever they were, they sent Jay’s arousal through the roof.

  He had never been more grateful for the slow closing of the elevator doors, which allowed him to drink her in as much as he could. Those short shorts showed off her lovely tanned legs that seemed never ending.

  Fuck, how he wanted her. It took all of his self-control to not let his gaze linger on her ass for too long. He was already hard as a rock and could barely take his eyes off the tantalizing way those tiny Lycra shorts molded to her incredible ass. He couldn’t allow himself to stare at it for too long because he was actually in danger of coming in his pants like a 14-year-old boy.

  Jay rode the elevator the rest of the way down to the parking garage but didn’t disembark. Instead, he pushed the number for his floor again and anxiously went back upstairs.

  He passed Marty’s empty desk and faltered for a moment, taking in her little workspace that she’d already made her own in the short time she’d been there. Framed pictures of her family and friends, a Hamilton mug, a mini essential oil diffuser shaped like a sloth. He noticed her cardigan on the back of her chair and hesitated for a split second before grabbing it and entering his office in one fluid motion.

  He locked himself in his office bathroom and jerked off in rapid time, his thoughts racing with images of her in the elevator, his nostrils filling with her scent lingering on her cardigan. After he cleaned up and restored her cardigan to its rightful home, he felt a wash of disgust towards himself. Did he really just fuck his hand while sniffing his assistant’s sweater for crying out loud? He figured he just needed to get laid ASAP, because this was a new level of horny, even for him.

  Yep, that was Tuesday. He could barely concentrate on anything the rest of the day, couldn’t even look Marty in the eyes, and eventually left the office early, claiming he had a migraine.

  Then he’d left on his New York trip, and the email probably got buried under countless others. Though he couldn’t very well admit that to her, now could he? Or maybe he should tell her. Then she’d ask to be switched to a different agent’s desk, and then he could get back to doing his work like a normal person.

  He shook his head, clearing those thoughts from his brain before focusing on Marty in front of him.

  “Alright well, I’ll have to look at it later. Sorry, I left my computer at home and am slowly realizing that I’m worthless without it.”

  Marty jumped up from her chair.

  Before Jay could say anything, she had already reached her desk, grabbing her own MacBook and bringing it to him.

  “Just use mine for now, and I’ll go grab yours from your house,” she said, as if it was the most obvious solution in the world.

  Jay certainly couldn’t confess his reluctance about having her go to his home. Instead, he simply nodded, handing over his house key and letting her know where exactly she could find the laptop.

  Marty turned to head out but stopped herself, looking over to Jay and spearing him with a look.

  “Whatever you do, absolutely do NOT open the folder on my desktop labeled ‘porn,’ okay?” She smiled a little as Jay laughed.

  “McFly, that’s a terrible way to hide your porn. I thought you young kids were supposed to know all the tricks,” he responded.

  Marty simply shrugged and winked at him before heading out.

  Jay tried to resist looking at her folder. He really did. But, it was obvious that she wanted him to look in it, right? Otherwise she wouldn’t have mentioned it at all? Still, he felt conflicted.

  For like a solid minute.

  Then, he pulled that folder right up and felt his heart race. What if it really was porn and Marty was into some freaky shit? Or what if it was porn that Jay would never be able to live up to. He steeled himself and opened the folder.

  Well, he was right. He certainly wouldn’t be able to live up to this.

  Inside Marty’s ‘porn’ folder were countless high-quality images of... puppies? Well, puppies and baby llamas and micro pigs and... were those baby foxes? Jay wasn’t sure. But it was clear that this was Marty’s holding place for all things adorable.

  God, she was achingly cute. Gorgeous, of course. Sexy as all get out. But also so fucking cute that Jay could barely stand it. Maybe he should make a porn folder on his computer and just have pictures of Marty holding puppies or looking at pictures of puppies.

  Just as he closed out of the folder to head out to his meeting, a
notification popped up in the corner of the screen. He glanced at it out of habit, forgetting this was Marty’s computer. Apparently, she had left herself logged in to her iMessage account. Which meant... Jay could see her texts.

  Oh boy. This was bad.

  He motioned to close the laptop but then another notification came in, and this time Jay couldn’t help himself. He clicked on it. It was a text from someone named ‘Alana.’

  Alana:

  you ready for your date? you gonna slut it up or what?

  Alana:

  don’t let me down. you’ve trained for this! you CAN end this drought. i believe in you.

  Alana:

  if the date goes poorly, just get drunk and then ask him if you can sit on his face. he’ll love it, i promise.

  Alana:

  ugh, answer me, slut! i’m bored at work and i might murder someone.

  Marty:

  omg

  Marty:

  i’m driving, hoe. text ya later.

  Marty must have texted that from her phone.

  Jay felt a little sick. He had stupidly allowed his conversation with Richie to fool him into thinking he had a chance with her. Of course that plan was idiotic. Here was this gorgeous girl, whip smart and sexy as hell — did he really think she’d settle for a nearly middle-aged workaholic with a bum shoulder when she could be out meeting guys her own age who probably didn’t even need to rest between orgasms, whereas Jay needed at least 15 minutes to recover.

  Okay fine, it was more like half an hour plus a high-protein snack. Shit.

  Clearly, the kiss incident in his driveway was a legitimate lapse in judgment. Jay felt foolish for even thinking that she wanted him like that.

  He tried to put it out of his mind as he walked to the conference room for his division’s weekly meeting. He had Marty’s laptop open, out of sheer habit, simply because everyone else kept their computers open during these meetings, even though most of them were on Twitter or Buzzfeed.

  Another iMessage notification popped up and Jay tried to ignore it. His eyes caught on the sender, who he assumed was this Alana person again.