Thread: Intra-Office Relations

It felt like a mild rejection, but wasn't that just like Lisa to say no so often? This wasn't Lisa, he reminded himself. Oh yeah, that's completely fine. If you change your mind, let me know. Not a big deal at all. I'll come back over after I'm done, so stick around here, alright? He still felt himself about to explode on the inside. She was going to be his again! The thought was gone before he worked to correct it. Without giving her a chance to answer, he was already taking off, but he quickly spun back around and dropped the small pile of papers on the corner of Delilah's desk, giving her a quick smile before he was on his way again. Back at his desk, he found himself able to focus again, but slower than he usually worked, even though he didn't notice this fact. It felt so great. He wasn't sure what part he liked more. That he had a date or that he had a date with her. He finally paused to correct himself. Not Lisa. Delilah. He wondered if he could call her Lia, a mis-spelling of Leah he figured in his mind, but pronounced just the same. It'd be so close. So very close. He'd mention it while they were out, slipping it into conversation and if she reacted, he'd ask if that was okay. It was a great plan. He was tempted to start bragging with the guys. That he had scored a date with the new girl. Maybe bullshit around with them to gain some sort of approval about it. He'd fuck her tonight for sure, he'd tell them. And sure enough he'd come back, sharing in how victorious he had been. How she practically was begging him to take her and use her as he wanted. It was something he wasn't really interested in actually doing, at least not yet he mused, but it definitely felt like something that fit the environment and would make him feel great. Then he remembered how he heard that there was nothing worth going after. Perhaps it was best to keep such a thing quiet. He already wasn't exactly a stud at the office. Probably more so on the lower rungs than anything. That would probably pull him even further down. He let himself spend more time thinking about the date itself though. A detail he needed to make sure make clear it wasn't a date. It was just a friendly get together that otherwise was a date, outside of the intentions. At least as far as she needed to know. If any issues arose, it allowed that nice comfortable room to say No, it wasn't a date. We just went and hung out for a bit. We're not an item. We're not going out. We're just friends. It was all so safe, no matter what happened. Time seemed to slow down in that last hour. He couldn't keep his eyes off the clock and finally as it got to a few minutes to 6, he was shutting down his computer and straightening out his desk. Another few minutes to fuck around at the water cooler and take some quick glances at the snack machine and he finally went over to clock out. From there, it felt like he was power walking to her desk. It wasn't hard to spot her, given how he was working so hard at it. He came near her, a smile on his face. Well, I was thinking of a place a couple of blocks away. Not sure if you drive to work or what, but I'd be happy to give you a ride. He shrugged. Going to the same place. It was carpooling, he justified in his mind so she knew, even when he didn't say it. Not him wanting to have her warm body sitting beside him.