Jake's feelings come to the surface

Jake scowled. He was so confused. Why didn't Abbie even say hello to him? She had literally sucked his cock last night, swallowed his load, right here at work. And this morning, not a word? These feelings welled up inside him, and he was getting quite angry.

As the day wore on, Jake's emotions continued to churn. He felt a mix of arousal, shame, and indignation. Every time he glanced at Abbie's office door, he was assaulted by vivid memories of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around him. But then he'd remember her casual demeanor this morning, as if nothing had happened between them.

Was this all just a game to her? Did she get off on acting innocent after doing such dirty things? Or maybe ... maybe she really didn't think it was a big deal at all. The thought made Jake's stomach hurt. He'd never been with a woman who could be so casual about such an intimate act.

By mid-afternoon, he had worked so hard at ignoring Abbie that he was actually furious. His fingers trembled as he typed, his jaw clenched tight. He couldn't focus on his work, couldn't think about anything but confronting her.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Jake stood up abruptly. His chair rolled back, bumping into the cubicle wall. Dave looked up, startled, but Jake ignored him. With determined steps, he marched down to Abbie's office, and knocked loudly on the door.

"Come in!" Abbie's cheerful lilt cut through the air like a song.

Jake turned the handle and tentatively nudged the door open. "Hi Abbie," he said carefully.

"Oh, hey Jake. How's it going today?" She smiled at him, but showed absolutely no hint that anything intimate had happened with them less than twenty-four hours prior.

He took a quick glance around her office. He hadn't really noticed it before, but now he was seeing everything in fine detail. The room was cozy and organized, with a desk in the middle and a bookcase on one wall. The walls were painted a calming blue and the floor was made of dark wood. There was a big window that let sunlight pour in. Abbie's desk was neat and tidy, with a computer, lamp, and some papers stacked up nicely. The bookcase was jam-packed with books about advertising, marketing and business. And there were also some cool framed things there too - like pics of Abbie at the Eiffel Tower, hiking up mountains, and even a map with pins showing all the cool places she'd visited.

Jake couldn't help but smile as he looked around the office. It was a perfect reflection of Abbie's personality: simple, tasteful, and organized. He knew that she loved her job, and he could see why. The office was a place where she could be creative and productive, and it was clear that she took great pride in her work.

"Um, it's okay," stammered Jake. He stood there in silence.

"What can I do for you?"

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Uh ... I don't know. I --" He stopped. Abbie looked at him quizzically.

"Is something on your mind?" It was as if she was a stranger. Shouldn't she have said, "Is this about last night?" or something like that, Jake wondered.

Jake tried to calculate his options. He could ask for another blowjob here in her office. He could ask her on a date. He could really push things and try to have sex with her. Or he could forget the whole thing and just go back to his desk confused and angry.