A Kiss in a Cubical

"What a weird morning," Alex muttered to himself as he settled back into his desk chair, again picking up the reports he was stuck on. Who would take his mug and switch it out with one with such a crude message on it? After doing a brief search of his cubical, he found that his mug was, indeed, missing. Maybe it was a broader prank than he thought. Maybe he would get a ransom email from one of the jokers on the second floor. Those guys are always up to no good.

If Alex understood what the report was saying in its extremely round-about and convoluted way, there was a huge bump in intranet traffic between the hours of 2 and 4 am, which made absolutely no sense. Why would the internal network suddenly light up like Christmas morning when nobody was in the building. It was probably a coding error, or something wrong with the reporting tools, but Alex guessed he would have to diagnose the issue, maybe even come in one night to confirm what was happening. Tina wouldn't be happy with him being away at work, but if it was just one night it wouldn't be much of an issue. Hell, he could use the banked time and take a day off with her.

Then he smelled something. It was a sweet, warm smell. Alex could pick up hints of vanilla and cedar. **** of his actions, Alex took a deep breath and smiled.

"World's Best?" came a melodious voice from behind him. Alex turned and found himself looking at a woman who, had they ever met before, he would remember. Long, luxurious blonde hair, sexy long legs, big chest, tight clothes, sexy face. Oh yes, he would remember.

...although there was something familiar...

"I would think I would have heard about it if one of my coworkers was named World's Best Lay," the woman continued, hands on her hips, staring at Alex appraisingly, "Although now that I'm looking at you, I can kind of see it..."

"Um, excuse me," Alex stammered, "Have we met?"

The woman threw her head back and laughed a sweet and musical laugh. Just the sound of it made Alex's skin tingle, his ears perk up. It felt great to hear, and when it stopped, he felt himself missing it.

"It's me, Amanda, you silly," the woman gave her body a spin for him to inspect, "Amanda Upton! We were just talking at the coffee counter!"

"Amanda?!" Alex said, dumbfounded. Before him was a sexual goddess, a woman who would inspire poetry, who would be the cause of fights, who would raise the stocks in Vaseline. Amanda Upton was a short, nerdy woman who Alex thought would break her ankle in those heels. There was no way this was Amanda Upton. Although...

He squinted, he stared. The woman blushed at the attention, putting on a show for him, bending to display her cleavage, blowing him kisses. Those fleck in her eyes. The shape of her face. She _COULD _be Amanda Upton had something dramatic had happened, like one of those **** make-over shows. But that would take days, even weeks. This happened in only moments!

"So are you just going to stare at me all day, or are you going to show me what you can do?" Amanda said, a hungry tone entering her voice.

"Do?" Alex said again, feeling like he was losing the plot.

"Yes," she purred, stepping forward, bending at the waist, "do."

She slid her fingers into Alex's hair and pulled him into a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. It was as if a low voltage current began running through Alex's body, but instead of pain, it was pure pleasure. Everything about this transformed Amanda was pleasurable. He wanted more. He needed...

"Tina!"

Alex pushed himself away from his co-worker and wiped the lipstick from his mouth. Amanda stood straight, crossed her arms under her breasts, and pouted. Marriage was important. Marriage meant something. Alex and Tina had a good relationship, a strong relationship. There was no way that he would jeopardize the decades they had spent together because some floozy was throwing herself at him. He loved his wife!

"I need to go," Alex said, standing up, grabbing his jacket, and walking out of the cubical, squeezed past the woman (even the touch of her skin made him feel excited) and marched away, pausing only at the front desk on the main floor to tell the receptionist that he was going home sick. More than anything, Alex wanted to see Tina, if only to reassure himself of the love that they shared.

He only hoped that his raging boner would go away by the time he got home.