Eventually

Amber had left the room quickly, leaving you to wait, awkwardly sitting, hoping your erection would quickly disappear. It wasn't every day that that most beautiful woman in your office, one that you had lusted over since the day you met, offered to throw herself at you. It wasn't _any _day, in fact. Since when did Amber think of you this way? As long as you'd known her, she'd done her best to sabotage your career at every turn. She wasn't a potential lover, she was a rival!

Never look a gift horse in the mouth, your grandfather's voice came back to you as you attempted to think of other things, to let your sexual excitement die down. Sure, you wanted nothing more but to run through the office, straight for Storage Room B, but it was bad enough that you had to worry about spotting the stockings you were wearing instead of socks, but to have people notice the tent pole in your pants as you sprinted? You wouldn't need Amber to hurt your career after that, you would have done it to yourself.

"Sam, my boy," Alexander, the boss, standing next to your chair, had placed a hand on your shoulder, "Don't get up. Thank-you for taking on such a big role. I have a good feeling about you, Sam, and my feelings are rarely wrong."

"Thank-you sir," you responded, hoping he hadn't noticed anything bulging in your pants, "I won't let you down."

"Of course you won't!" Alexander laughed, "You're the best asset my company has ever had. With Jasper Falls on your desk, we've hit a home run."

Alexander gave your shoulder a squeeze, let go, and left the room, leaving you sitting alone. Finally, with only your thoughts, the blood finally drained from your appendage and you were able to stand up. Then, as casually as you could possibly go, you make your way to the storage room where you hoped the alluring Amber was still waiting.

"Way to go!" one co-worker said, offering a high-five.

"I knew you had it in you!" said another.

Every person you passed offered some congratulatory statement. Some, mostly from the women, were even a little more risque.

"Sexy _and _successful? Unstoppable!" said a leggy brunette from HR.

You stared at her, wondering if you had heard her wrong. She stared back, then winked. You were unsure what that meant, but you were pretty sure that it probably wouldn't fall under appropriate behaviour in the company's policy manual.

Storage Room B was at the on the north side of a hallway between the cubical farm and the lunch room. A small storage room lined with shelves, it usually held boxes filled with archived accounting files. Today it held something else.

You opened the door and there, still waiting for you, was Amber. She was leaning up against a row of shelving looking at her phone. When you opened the door, she lowered her phone and smiled.

"I was beginning to think that you weren't coming."

"Sorry," you smiled sheepishly, still unsure of what was going on, "Alexander wanted to talk."

"Of course he did!" Amber grinned, "You're his new right-hand-man!"

You walked into the room and closed the door behind you.

"Listen, Amber..." you begin, unsure of how you feel about this meeting.

"No, it's not time for listening," she interrupted you, "it's time for celebrating!"

She darted forward, wrapped her arms around you, and shoved her tongue into your mouth.