One Little Letter: A Bad Boy, Second Chance Romance (Office Escapades Book 1)

by Robin Edwards

  “Wait!! Angela. Hold on a minute!” She stopped, turned, and a sight she could barely believe was running toward her. It was Daphne. There she was. As cheesy as it was, so much, so it caused her to smirk a little, the relief and joy that washed over her were unreal.

  So, this is how that feels. What you see in movies, where at the last minute the person runs to their love. Well, I’ll be damned. She actually had to chuckle to herself at the thought.

  “What the hell, Daph? What are you doing?” Out of breath and nearly panicky Daphne clung to Angela, shocking her and the on-looking pilots.

  “I found your note! Oh God, Angela your note, in my day planner. I found it and …I’m sorry.”

  Her face was buried in Angela’s right shoulder, her arms hugging her as though she were afraid letting would mean certain death. She did, however, let go, so she could look right into Angela’s eyes, and examine her face and all its features she had been missing for nearly fourteen days now.

  “And I love you. You could cage me a million times over and throw the key in the bottom of the sea. This free bird doesn’t want to be free, singing my songs and flitting all around if you can’t fly with me too. I won’t have wings if it means we can’t soar together. I love you, Angela.”

  And there it was, just like that; there Angela had the very thing she was so fearful of having right in the palm of her hands, and she’d be a fool not to take it. She kissed her just as suddenly and passionately as she had the first time over a month ago, but this time she covered her whole face in little kisses, then threw her arms around her. This was freeing, flying, loving like she never had before.

  “I don’t have anything to take with me right now,” Daphne sobbed, “and I’m not like you, I haven’t planned shit to prepare for a move.” Her words made them both chuckle.

  “It’s ok, I got it somewhat figured out.” Now tears were starting to glide from Angela’s eyes too. She wiped her own, then her dear lover’s; her friend. They both laughed some more until Stanley politely intervened.

  “Ahem. Mrs. Suttlemire. We better get a move on. There’s not bad weather reported ahead, but we’re going to want to get to Florida in time for you to catch your boat to St. Croix.”

  Angela gave him an affirming nod and then looked back to Daphne, who was now gripping both her hands tight.

  “Time to migrate, don’t you think,” she said with a little chuckle.

  “Yeah. I guess it is.” As they made their way hand in hand onto the plane, Angela never felt so high in her life. She was already flying, and the plane hadn’t even left the ground.

  The End

  I wanted to thank you for taking the time in reading My New Boss. We hoped you enjoyed reading this happily ever after story.

  It brought me great joy to write this as I love writing stories that entertain readers and draws them into another world with characters you love and hate. They say great books are those that evoke emotion out of you and I hope that’s what it has done for you.

  Thank you once again, and I’ll see you in the next one.

  Woman in 4B

  A Lesbian, First Time, Office Romance

  By Elle Crosby

  © Copyright 2016-2017 by Elle Crosby

  and Second Chances Press

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  Chapter One

  If you had asked me a month ago if my life would change dramatically, I would have laughed in amusement. Not that a life changing is funny, but if you knew who I was and how my entire life has been up until now, then you’d understand. I guess this would be the point where I should tell you about myself.

  I was born Mary Ann Parker, youngest daughter of Elliott and Donna Parker. I was born and raised in the small town of Lexington, Virginia. Population: 3,000. It is a quaint little town where everyone knew your name and everything about you: Who you dated, crimes you committed and even lies you told. It was virtually impossible for my older brother, sister and me to stay out late or sneak out of your house to stay out late because sooner or later one of our neighbors would tell my parents where they saw us headed and who we were with.

  Which is why I had left after high school graduation; I needed to get out and spread my wings. Most kids my age went to work for their parents’ farms, auto garage or corner store and they would stay there for the rest of their lives until they got old enough to pass it along to their own children. Not me, I didn’t want to live a life like that, so I took off. I took off to New York City.

  When I arrived, I fell in love immediately with the crowds, blaring traffic, bright lights and the hustle and bustle. I felt free here, and I was determined to make the most of the $500 I had saved from years of birthday and holiday money I was given. I was lucky, and I made it work somehow taking odd jobs at first and then I finally landed a job as a small grocery store clerk in a small Italian neighborhood that reminded me of home. It had a rustic, everyone knows your name but not everyone kind of vibe, and it felt perfect.

  I also took a part-time file clerk job at a small legal practice in the city that was willing to take a chance on me even though I didn’t have much work experience anywhere really other than the grocery store job that I had just gotten. Mr. Johnson immediately took a liking to me, he told me later which is why he wanted to give me a shot. He said I had the look of a woman that got what she wanted and that was the kind of tenacity he wanted in his office.

  I was grateful to work for the Law Offices of Emmett Johnson because it gave me a leg up I needed to not only get my own studio apartment but also help pay for my tuition for the local community college. He always seemed quite fond of me and very complimentary, and I think the other employees were quite envious of it, but now that I think about it – they should have been. They really didn’t work hard and weren’t grateful to have a job to work at. My motivation was fueled by the need to survive, they worked as if they were entitled to the income which I thought was preposterous.

  I lived in a building on the 2nd floor in an apartment next door to a lesbian couple. Their names were Molly and Tonya, and although we had never been in each other’s apartments, we had gotten acquainted by our balconies being only a few feet away from each other by design. Molly and Tonya were your stereotypical lesbian couple. Tonya was stern, short-haired brunette and somewhat masculine while Molly was the more passive, feminine and longer haired (blonde) one.

  We also coincidentally worked at the same place, but in different departments, so I didn’t seem them all that often at work, but once in a while we would get together once in a while on a lunch break or at the water cooler. If not, we would see each other if we were on our balconies – I with my coffee and them with their glasses of red wine.

  When I first moved into the apartment complex, I occasionally saw them on their balcony but being new I didn’t say anything, not even a hello. They were probably wise enough to notice I wasn’t the confident sort or they were too busy immersed in their own lives to notice me. We didn’t acknowledge each other until the day I was called into Mr. Johnson’s office. It was a busy Wednesday morning.

  Chapter Two

  I woke up startled that morning as my alarm was blaring and I had apparently slept through it as it was already 6:37 am when I had set it for 6:00 am. I scrambled o
ut of my bed and rushed to my closet and scanned my closet quickly picking out pieces that would comprise of the business attire dress code that was enforced at the office. Unfortunately, being so young and this being my first job, I hadn’t been able to buy as many work appropriate outfits as I had like and only had a few select pieces that worked so occasionally I’d have to do what I had to do to make the inappropriate look somewhat presentable.

  The other problem was I had forgotten to take my clothes to the dry cleaners over the weekend, so the only tops I had available to choose from was a low cut V-neck, white frilly top or a tan, argyle sweater with diamond patterns. Unfortunately, that didn’t match with my gray slacks, and there was a heat wave going on in New York this week.

  Despite being hesitant to do so, I chose the low cut top and grabbed my black blazer to hide the sultriness as much as it possibly could. After brushing my teeth and freshening up, I dashed outside to hail a cab to the office. Because traffic was heavier than usual and the taxi driver kept trying to talk to me even after he arrived at my destination and missing my alarm, I came 40 minutes late to work.

  I rushed into the elevator, banging on the button to floor number 8 as if it would speed me up to the office so fast it would rewind time.

  “Come on, come on!” I said anxiously.

  After the elevator had beeped announcing its arrival to the 8th Floor, I walked out quickly not waiting for the doors to be fully open. As I power walked to my cubicle down the hall, I started to pray that Mr. Johnson nor the jealous hens noticed that I hadn’t arrived until now. Fortunately, my cubicle was nearest to the suite entrance door but also somewhat hidden that unless someone was specifically tracking my whereabouts, there was a good chance that they did not notice I was late.

  I quickly sat down and turned on my computer monitor, and I pulled up the file from my desk drawer of the most recent case, Mr. Johnson had me work on compiling and eventually file.

  “Hello, Ms. Parker.” I suddenly hear a deep voice say behind me.

  It was now an hour later, and I look up, and I notice Mr. Johnson standing behind me leaning against my cubicle wall. I caught his eyes glaring at my cleavage with a smile on his face. Usually, this would offend me and all women but I was just grateful for the opportunity, and he was a kind man and has been nothing but nice to me. He could even be funny and sweet at times. Even Tonya and Molly, but I wouldn’t know at first because my first introduction to them wasn’t exactly at the office.

  You see, we shared a wall between the apartments, and I once heard them going at it, but just barely because it was a historic building back when they made walls thick. My trusty stethoscope helped overcome that little inconvenience.

  “Oh Hello, Mr. Johnson. I didn’t see you come in. How are you this morning?”

  “Oh, fantastic. I’m doing fantastic, now,” he said in a smooth yet singsongy tone.

  “Now, sir?”

  “Oh yes. It has been a terribly busy morning. Just one problem after another. Had set me off in an awful mood today but that was this morning, of course.” He smiled.

  “Something cheered you up, I take it?”

  “Not yet, but possibly could in the future, but the mere thought has me cheery now.” He said as he started to caress my shoulder and arm with his index finger as he took another obvious glance at my cleavage.

  “Well, I’m glad that you are in a better mood.”

  “Are you now?” Emmett Johnson said with raised eyebrows and then glanced around the office before saying “Say, if you're almost done with that case file, I have some other important work I’d like your assistance with later on today, and if everything works out well, this could be a regular project for you. In perpetuity, of course.”

  “Perpetuity?” I asked and slightly ashamed I didn’t know the meaning of the word.

  “It means you can assist me with the project for as long as we both want.” He grinned mischievously.

  “Oh great, I’d love to! I’d like to find out more.”

  “Fantastic! Stop by my office around 4:30 and we can talk more about it.”

  “4:30 sir? That’s near closing time. Will I be working overtime today? I do have a class around 7 pm, and I want to make sure that I get there early enough to find a parking spot, traffic and finding a place on campus is horrendous.”

  “Yes, at 4:30 pm. I do understand it's near closing time, and that is what is great about it. I’ll tell my Anne, my secretary, to hold my calls before she goes home around that time and since it is near closing time, we won’t be disturbed so we will get a lot done quickly.” Emmett Johnson said as his finger went from caressing my shoulder and left arm down, barely grazing the side of my 36 D, bra covered breast.

  His index finger starts grazing the side of my breast more brazenly, and then he quickly reached over and grabbed my right breast with his left palm and squeezed and then stood closer facing me so that his now hard bulge was pressing against my side. He started subtly rubbing his bulge up and down the side of my arm and upper body and quietly groaned.

  Suddenly, we heard voices on the other end of the entrance doorway, and Emmett Johnson stopped abruptly, cleared his throat and said, “Ahem. Well, Ms. Parker, I will see you in a few hours.” as the staff members whose voices we heard stepped into the office and passed by. Once they did, he quickly grabbed my right breast and squeezed roughly one last time, before walking away.

  I wasn’t quite sure what to think as it happened so fast. Ironically, I wasn’t repulsed by the quick actions as much as I was curious by it. I had goosebumps on my arm, and my groin area was starting to tingle by his actions. I never dated in high school, so this was my first real interaction with the male species. I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I decided to not read too much into it. I figured I was too silly in assuming it meant something more. Convinced I thought someone thought I was attractive, I decided to put it behind me and pretend that it never happened.

  Chapter Three

  It was nearing 4:30 pm and I didn’t want to be late to my meeting with Mr. Johnson, so I placed the files I had not put in storage back into my desk drawer and locked it up. I had grabbed a notepad and a pen before I headed to his office. As I was walking down the office suite I worked in, it had the opposite feeling of business that it had for most of the day. Most of the employees and managers were gone by now, and the ones that remained and lingered were either in their offices on the other side of the suite away from Mr. Johnson’s or they were working in the other 8th floor suites. It was so quiet around 4:30 pm, it felt as if I was the only one here still, even though I knew I wasn’t.

  Mr. Johnson’s secretary, Anne, was seemingly already gone as her computer was already shut off and the phones ringing volume were muted until the next morning. I walked up to Mr. Johnson’s private office with his big oak door, and half closed blinds. I quietly knock on his door, still fighting the feeling that I was disturbing him even though I was invited to his office a few hours before.

  “Come in.” he called from the other side of the shut door.

  “Hello Mr. Johnson, sorry I’m a few minutes late. I lost track of time for a little bit there.”

  “Don’t worry, Ms. Parker. Come in, come in and please, call me Emmett.”

  “Emmett? Okay. Thank you for the opportunity, Emmett.” I said pleasantly in the doorway of his office.

  Emmett stood up with a smile on his face and walked over to me and put his hand on my lower back and ushered me inside, “Come in, come in. Don’t be afraid.” He cooed.

  As I stepped inside, he shut his oak door and locked it as not to be disturbed and then closed his office blinds completely. Emmett then walked over to his bar and started pouring himself, what looked like scotch. I wasn’t too sure as I wasn’t old enough to drink yet and well, to my naivety everything looked like whiskey to me.

  “Care for a drink?”

  “I’m not old enough,” I said.

  “That’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. Just a little si
p, just enough for you to know whether you want to obey the law in the future or not.” He joked.

  “Okay sure, just a little bit. If it tastes as bad as I think it does, I’ll know that my parents don’t have to worry about me drinking, far away from home.”

  “Exactly!”

  He handed me the glass of bourbon, and I took a sip. It was like nothing I ever tasted, and I can’t say that I liked it but as he kept encouraging me to drink up, I started to feel the heat radiating through my body and the cold liquid began to taste better sip after sip until I drank the whole glass.

  “Ah, there you go. I’ll pour you more. I figured you’d like it.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t possibly have anymore. Lord knows what’ll happen if I have anymore.”

  “Well don’t worry, just take your time and sip it little by little.” He said as he handed me another glass and then sat down on top of his desk.

  “So, Mr. Johnson, I mean Emmett, what type of project will I be assisting you with?” I asked.

  “A critical one.” He said as he smiled. “But first I have a terrible problem with one of my files, and I can’t save the file. I think the screen is frozen, but I don’t want to lose the file.”

  “I’m great with computers, may I take a look at it?”

  “You certainly may!” he said as he stepped around his desk and sat down in his computer chair.

  I walked over to his computer near where he was sitting and leaned over slightly in front of Emmett, and stared at his screen punching a few keys trying to save the file without having to close it.

  Emmett started to reach up as I bent over in front of him and caressed my buttocks with his palm and squeezed intermittently.