Dave's New Coworker

Dave was accustomed to seeing coworkers come and go, and never thought much of it.

"Where's the short-haired woman who was up front? She gone already? Eh, easy come, easy go" he'd think. Or, "That guy in accounting? Dude with the champaign bottle tie? Haven't seen him, either..Probably got canned" Dave mused.

Until one mid-week, when he was asked to help the new field person, Michelle, or, most comfortable being called, MT.

MT was a dark-haired, petite, textbook pretty girl with a sexy, disarming smile, fit body, and professional, yet, sexual, look. Men just..Went to her. Street vendors would give her free drinks just for walking by and smiling. Her past clients raved about her.

"Hi, I'm Dave" he introduced himself. "We're going to be working together. Lucky me!" he stated, in a lighthearted, yet..I mean it, manner.

"Michelle, hi..But call me MT" she extended her soft, french manicured hand to shake. The two talked business, appointments, where to make networking and marketing stops, and events coming up.

"Oh, the Century Group! I love those events! I've done real well at those. There's one coming up, too. Grand Hotel" MT advised, which Dave knew, as he received their emails.

"Well, I'm guessing we should go, then..Give us a chance to know each other, too..Little food, drink or two, chat a bit.." Dave stated.

"Deal" MT replied. "It's a date!" she added, then noticing what she'd said. "I mean, um..Not a date, we just met..Date like on the calendar.." she stammered, to Dave's laughter.

"Easy, I know what you mean. And trust me, any guy would love to date you, for real" he added.

Making the rounds at the event, boring as they typically are, music began to play.

"Dance with me?" MT asked Dave. "Oh, c'mon, it's just a dance" she sold, taking his hand in hers and throwing in a "I'm sure your wife won't mind..Just don't tell her!". MT was in flirt mode as well as business mode.

Agreeing and doing a slow dance to "Only You", Dave admitted enjoying the closeness of their bodies and her head against his chest.

"Damn, she feels so good..I can't think that..But damn, she feels so good..Sexy, too..That hair is so ravenous and gorgeous..Those eyes, that sly smile..What am I doing? We met last week, and I'm crushing on her like a high school junior?" Dave's mind raced.

Thing is, so was MT's:

"Oh..My..God..This man is a rock..Everything a man should be. Great-looking, dresses well, whatever that cologne he's wearing is drawing me right in, he knows how to dance and move.. Mmm..Moves well.. I bet he does!" she thought to herself with a sly smile. "Wonder if he loves his wife, or it's just for show? I can get this guy".

The dance was only Step One in what would become what they both wanted...