An Apology and an Invitation

"Christine," William said slowly, "listen..."

"No, you listen, pervert!" Christine shouted, careful to keep her hands at her sides so that William could still stare at her exposed chest, "I never, NEVER, gave you permission to touch me!"

"I know, and I'm sorry," William told her a bit more quickly. Maybe he just got his signals crossed and got confused. Young men were, after all, horny pieces of crap, always thinking with their dicks. It was one of the reasons that she was glad she liked women.

"I don't know if sorry's going to cut it this time, mister," Christine said, venom in her voice, bitterness in her heart. William's eyes, though displaying what looked like remorse, were still ogling her bra-encased breasts. Good, she thought, at least he's still looking.

"Look," William said, his gaze wandering up from her chest to lock eyes with her, adding a feeling of disappointment to Christine, "It's been a long day. You're tired, I'm tired. I just made a mistake. Don't be mad."

Christine blinked. Mad? Had she really been mad at William? She absentmindedly toyed with the lace on her bra. Yes, it's true, she had been mad. Livid, even. But William had a point. They were both exhausted! How could she blame him for being a bit impulsive?

"Okay, no harm, no foul," Christine said with a small smile, "and I'm sorry for slapping you. I guess we're even."

"I wouldn't say even," William answered in a hurt voice, rubbing his cheek, "you hit me! I was just going with the flow, following the signals you were giving me. We're not even at all!"

Had she really been leading him along? She thought back to her day, to the actions she'd been taking. Sure, she'd been enjoying herself, showing off her body for William pretty much non-stop, but he knew that she loved his attention. They had an arrangement. He wouldn't tell her wife, he would get to enjoy a show. Well, she would get to enjoy the show too. She had never implied that it could be anything more than that.

"How about this," William continued, shaking Christine out of her thoughts, "you feel terrible for slapping me over something so trivial. You need to make it up to me."

"You're totally right," Christine agreed. She couldn't believe how horribly she'd been to her employee. She'd even resorted to ****! It was completely against her moral code! She leaned forward, squeezing her breasts between her arms, partly for his enjoyment, partly to sooth her guilty conscience with a buzz of Williams stare. "I promise I'm going to make it up to you."

"Great," William said, eyes back on her chest, where they belonged, "Invite me to dinner tomorrow night with you and your wife. I'd love to get to know you better, and I'm sure she's a lovely person."

"That's a wonderful idea," Christine said. Strange how she had never considered having an employee over for dinner before, how she'd prided herself in keeping her work-life and home-life separate. Now that William had said it out loud, though, it seemed perfectly logical to want to get to know each other better. And Andrea WAS a lovely person. How selfish of Christine to not want to introduce her. Of course, Christine would have to be extra careful not to let Andrea into her little secret of how much she loved being stared at by William, but she was a big girl and she could figure it out. "I'll text you my address. Does six o'clock work for you?"

"That works great," William said with a smile. Christine's heart warmed to see the smile on his face. She'd created an awkward work situation, but using her good management style and interpersonal skills, she'd pulled it out of the fire. From an uncomfortable conversation to a happy and loyal employee. As she slipped her bra off to give William a better view of her breasts, Christine realized, once again, how much she loved her job.