Flirty with the Boss

[badgirl17]

After Hours
Erika looked at her computer screen and yawned, one of the computer programs had decided that it had had enough for the day and wasn’t working. She had stayed back so she could get a start on the report she was running for her boss. There was no one else on her floor as far as she could see. But she guessed that from the lights on in her boss’s office he was still working. Running her hand through her long brown hair she hit a couple more keys and still nothing happened. With a sigh Erika leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes for a second. She was dressed in a tight white business top and tight black business skirt that was thigh length, not to long not to short, she had thought when she had bought it. Stretching her arms above her head she opened her eyes and looked at her bosses office. Turning back to the computer she looked to see if she could still access her emails. Smiling when her inbox opened with out a hitch, she quickly typed a new message.

- So what is your excuse for still being here, Big Boss Man? -

Hitting send she sent the email to her boss, smiling to herself. She had a good relationship with her boss, they often teased one another but it was nothing inappropriate.

ooc:sample PM please

 

[kwmurf2000]

Sitting in his office, Kenny was struggling to keep his eyes open, while trying to concentrate in the report the company CFO had asked for just as he left for the day. With no real compelling reason to go home, he had called his wife and told her he would be late again tonight. As usual, he didn't tell her how long he would be staying.

It surprised him when Erika's email popped up on his screen. "what's my excuse..." he mumbled to himself, smiling a little as he thought about how to respond. He had always liked Erika. She was a good worker and everyone enjoyed being around her. It didn't hurt that she was sexy as hell, too.

"Getting ahead of the work that I'm behind on. Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be on a hot date or something? "

Thinking for just a split second about whether his message was appropriate or not, he decided to hit reply anyway.

As he thought about it a little more, he began to realize that the two of them were alone in the office. He often had fantasies about the women in the office, and Erika had featured in some of them. His sex life at home was nearly non-existent, and the fantasies helped him fall asleep at night. Leading a group that was mostly made up of young women, it was easy for him, as a 35-year-old but reasonably fit man, to enjoy more than a few orgasms while thinking about his very attractive office-mates.

As he began to indulge in the thought of walking down the hall to see Erika, he abruptly stopped himself. "I'm the boss" he told himself. "There are way too many reasons that would be a bad idea."

He turned back to his computer and tried to concentrate on his work, while also trying to slow down his now racing heart rate.

 

[badgirl17]

Sorry, this is closed.

 

[kwmurf2000]

Sorry, this is closed.

Is that what the "ooc" means? Sorry, I guess I need an education.

 

[UnderworldWolf]

Jorge Cervantes sighed as he stared at his computer screen. The damn thing had frozen again. Typical, of course it would happen when he had loads of work to do. It was only of those things that had to do with karma, wasn’t it? He thought he remembered a saying pertaining to that but for the life of him he just could not think of what it was now. Damn college philosophy classes; couldn’t remember shit when you needed to.

With a sigh, the Hispanic man stretched in his chair, trying to loosen his already tense muscles. Today had been long: lunch meetings, fiscal reports, and nice chat with one of his…less than enthusiastic employees (ie: security had to walk to man out), and now this. He simply was not in the mood to take any more from today.

But he could take a second to relax, couldn’t he? IT was probably going nuts trying to get the system back online so, without a means to do his work, he could take a second to breathe.

A tall man, standing at 6’1, the imposing figure of Mr. Cervantes, sighed as she moved onto his two feet, taking a moment to walk around his desk. His fine, dark blue suit, fit his form perfectly, and framed the crisp white shirt and blue tie and peeked out from within. Black shoes stepping lightly over the beige carpet of his office as he strolled; idly he ran his large hand through his smooth, short black hair and down across his mustache and goatee to keep his neat appearance. Honestly it was not for anyone; it was simply out of habit.

Certainly…it had nothing to do with the gorgeous woman that was sitting outside of his office.

Erika…

He smirked as he thought about his friend, one of the few employees that he trusted and that he enjoyed actually talking to. He began to wonder why she was here so late when…

DING

He turned and eyed his computer. His email still worked? Curious, he turned back to his desk and slid into his fine, black leather chair. He eyed the screen…and chuckled.

“Erika…” he smirked and shook his head as he started a reply…

--I figured, why enjoy the comforts of home when I can stay here…and wish I was enjoying the comforts of home. Haha. What’re you still doing here? Trying to keep me company?--

 

[badgirl17]

Erika had some filing to finish and reports to finish up too. She was single so it wasn't as if she had anyone to go home to. She often worked late nights and was the first to arrive at the office in the morning. She was one of the few who were dependable. Some of the other women at the office were dumb as nails and didn't know up from down. She found herself smiling as her boss messaged her back. Erika had to admit her boss was pretty hot looking. He was a few years older than she was but she could tell how sexy he looked, even with those suits on.

She knew it was unprofessional to flirt with her boss. But they were only messaging each other and it wasn't like anyone else was around to know what they were typing to one another. Erika sat back, trying to think of a flirty, yet subtle response.

-- Maybe I am? Even though there isn't much fun to be had here so late at night.--

She hit send, hoping her boss would pick upon her flirting tone.