Getting Screwed at Work

227234_10150189647514153_1184052_nEven though Bryant and I didn’t work out, I wasn’t about to lose the networking connection.  After all was said and done, he did work for a Fortune 100 company. Hey, it’s just good business.

Fortunately, I had kept the business card of a friend of his, whom I met a few times while Bryant and I were dating. Julian was the HR Manager for the company they both worked for. I decided a friendly phone call couldn’t hurt…nor could a little chat about my experience. Needless to say, he asked me to come in for an interview and I was subsequently hired.

The first day was orientation and afterward I headed to Julian’s office to thank him for setting everything up for me. I casually offered to buy him a drink sometime. What began as small chit chat quickly became heavy flirting as soon as his assistant left for the night. I tried to keep it innocent just in case it came back to bite me in the ass. He made it difficult; with his dark hair, blue eyes, a flash of his sly smile and a few innuendos.

After about an hour, I figured I should try and work my way towards the door. As I was getting up to leave, he stood up, closed the door behind me and took off his suit jacket. He stood giving me “the look.” He kept glancing at his desk and then me. I

“I can just imagine what you’re thinking,” I replied, laughing uncomfortably.

“I’m a bad boy,” he smirked.

The eyeing continued. It was very tempting and a fantasy of mine, I might add. I stood there running the scenario through my head. I wondered if I did indulge, if it would turn into a cheesy, Cinemax thriller about the jilted subordinate who goes psycho with an office three-hole puncher.

I made jokes and slowly was able to back out of his office. He asked me to meet him at a local gay bar later that night. I obliged, but later called him to say I was too tired to go out and asked for a rain check. I managed to avoid him for the duration of my training.

Over time, I managed to build a friendship with Julian. We would hang out regularly after work; have cocktails and commiserate over our disappointing love lives, share work woes and ideas. The more time I spent with him, the harder I found myself fighting the romantic feelings that had somehow crept in…

Stay tuned to find out if I ended up making an “office-booty blunder.”