You decide that discretion is the better part of courage as well as valour, sitting tight to wait for a reaction from Janet. It takes about a minute.
She closes her eyes, purses her lips, and then opens her eyes and looks straight at you. There is something slightly different about the way she looks at you now, but you're unsure as to what it means. "," she begins, taking your hand in hers and shuffling slightly closer on the sofa. "I think I understand where you're coming from, and I'm honoured that you would come to me for help..."
"Uh oh," you think to yourself. "This sounds bad..."
"... I won't lie to you, ," she continues. "I have been feeling some... stronger... emotions than is normal in a employer-employee relationship for some time now -" you brighten, subconsciously, "- and I won't deny that to hear you say that you want to have sex with me makes me go weak at the knees," she blushes, "But I'm just not sure if I can do this for you."
"Damn!" you curse inwardly, but it shows on your face. Janet notices and rushes to explain.
"It's just that this really isn't how I'd hoped this would happen. To be honest, I don't know if I'd ever even considered a rational way that it could..." You raise an eyebrow. "Short of my drugging your coffee and having my wicked way with you while you were too woozy to resist," and your secretary gives you a naughty wink. "I don't want this to sound like I'm rejecting you, because I definitely don't want to be rejecting you. I think maybe I need some time to sort out how I feel about what you're offering, if it's what I think it is. This is just no-strings casual intercourse until further notice, isn't it?"
You nod, relieved that her mood seems to be turning in your favour.
"And it's not allowed to interfere with work unless we become equally emotionally attached to the new relationship?"
You nod again. You knew you could trust Janet to comprehend the majesty and the consequences of the offer you made her.
"And I'm not allowed to tell anyone about it, or bring anyone to share in the fun with us?"
That catches you off guard. "What?" you stammer.
Janet smiles broadly. "I'll take that as a 'no slash we'll see'..." She drops your hand and scoots backwards on the sofa.
"Does this mean you've made a decision?" you ask. |