I walked into his office, sat on his table and opened my legs slightly. I felt wickedly deviant. Thoughts rushing through my head, what am I doing? I'm married, he is married...but addicted to the rush, let's see what happens...
Are you up for a game? I asked him. He smiled and looked at me searching for the correct reply. Being the boss and 40 years older than me, he was unsure about responding. He sat back in his black leather chair and folded his hands together as if to hold back his manly instinct. His eyes wondering down my body and looked away. I got up, realizing that I had overstepped the working relationship boundary, into the next chapter... His response or rather lack thereof was captivating. Was he as open to the idea as a thought he might have been or did I misread the signs. I left his office without uttering another word.
This was just the beginning of careful testing of each others willingness to participate in the game without speaking about it directly. Little subtle touches and glances, nothing direct or bold, nothing to raise suspicion with fellow colleagues. He found more reasons to interact as I found more reasons to frequent his office.
The game had started and the sexual tension was building.
