My boss called me into her office and silently handed me a piece of a paper instructing me to… come over to her house tonight, as her husband was going to be out of town on a 2-week business trip. I wasn’t shocked, because I knew she was bored and that she felt neglected by her husband. She saw me as an opportunity and knew that I wouldn’t say anything, because I wanted to keep my job. We had an encounter in the elevator the other day at the office, when it unexpectedly stopped in between floors. We both got in on the ground floor and when I pushed Floor #5, she smiled at me, and I recognized her as being my boss. She remained calm when the elevator stopped, even though she seemed to be irritated by the delay. She told me to take a deep breath and press the call button and that since someone is always monitoring the elevator, that they would probably be here to help us in a few minutes. She told me that once she was stuck in here for a half hour and that there were seven other people in there with her and there was no air condition, and they were all sweating. She hoped that I wasn’t in need of a bathroom. I told her that I was very good at holding it and I was sure that I would be good for at least an hour.
I told her that it was a bit scary not knowing what is going on and then I pulled out my phone to check my messages. She said that it was getting a bit stuffy in here and then she opened up the top three buttons om her blouse. She caught me looking at her cleavage and said, “Do you see anything that you like?” I was nervous, so I looked away and then I dropped my phone. I bent down to pick it up and she said, “Thanks for the view”, as she starred at my butt. She said that she knew my name was Jason and that I was new to the advertising department and since we were both stuck in a confined space, that we might as well get acquainted. I reached out my hand and said, “That sounds nice Mrs. Walker”. She shook my hand and said that while we were in the elevator that I could call her Caroline.
Caroline told me that she thought I was kind of cute and she asked me if I worked out. I told her that I enjoyed playing basketball, but I really didn’t do much exercise. She said, “It must be nice to be young, as she has to go to the Gym 3 times a week to keep her body in shape. I told her that seems to be working for her and that made her smile. Caroline said that no matter what she does, her husband never takes notice. She went on to say that the other day she told him that she would like to try role-playing in the bedroom, and he responded, “That’s disgusting. What’s wrong with you?” I thought she was giving me too much information, but I also felt that her husband must be crazy as Caroline is smoking hot. She asked me if I was dating anyone, and I told her that I had just ended a relationship.
I knew that she shouldn’t be speaking to me about things that were not work related, but maybe her flirting was just a way for her to learn more about me. I was not sure how to proceed, as I felt excited, exhilarated, afraid, and wary all at the same time. I knew that it was only natural for workplace attractions to develop when people spend a lot of time together, but we just met, and I didn’t know what the boundaries would be. Anyway, the elevator started moving again and Caroline buttoned her blouse back up. I am going back to the present where she gave me the note telling me that she wanted me to come to her home while her husband was away.
Caroline told me that she knew her husband was cheating on her and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. She said that I would be her escape and that most of her good friends had taken a lover. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I told her that counseling might be a better option for her. She admitted that she was thinking about getting therapy, and she was also considering a divorce. Caroline told me that she set up a profile on Tinder, but she hasn’t had any action there yet and since she has problems trusting strangers, she figured that I was a good choice to start with. She told me not to think of her as being my boss, but more like a friend with benefits. I let her know that I was ready and willing to try the role play that she was interested in, and I asked her if there was anything that I could bring. She asked me if I had a dog collar to wear, and if not, that she would get one for me. Then she told me that she had everything that I would need. I told her that she wouldn’t be getting me to wear a dog collar, unless she could make monkeys fly out of her ass.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #45.