That would be unethical!

What am I thinking? She invites me up to her apartment and I consider peeking in on her? Talk about awkward situations at work if she caught me.

I shake my head and just set about opening the bottle of wine. After three seconds of trying I figure her room mate Cindy is an amateur bodybuilder, and right with that thought I crack it open.

I snort a laugh as I pour the first glass. Melanie comes back out of her room as I finish off pouring the second glass. "Here we go and..." I say as I hold out a glass, pausing as I take in the attire she chose.

Or rather lack of attire. She walks, in fact almost saunters, to the couch dressed in a pair of cloth pajama bottoms and a sports bra. Now granted she is also pulling a large t-shirt over her head, but I definitely got an eyeful of her beautiful breasts. I decide she's at least a C-cup. And her bottoms...I don't think she put panties on as the Camel Toe she sports was very noticeable. Instantly sitting in the position I am in is very uncomfortable.

The T-shirt drops from where it was covering her eyes and I tear my eyes from her breasts and back up to meet her eyes. I detect a little twinkle in them, but I'm not exactly sure. And again one wrong move could be detrimental to our working relationship. Something that I said I would never take advantage of.

"Thanks, John." She says as she sits next to me, curling one leg under her ass as she faces me. She takes the proffered glass. "Why are you looking so stunned?" She asks.

"Do you normally do that? Come out of your room pulling a shirt over your head?"

"Oh, that? What are you embarrassed by nudity? Mind you I wasn't even nude." She replies, with a smirk.

"I'm not embarrassed by nudity, Mel. It's just not what I expected. Look..."

Mel's smirk fades at the word 'Look'. "Did I offend you? I didn't mean to. I mean..." She snorts and looks away, "Let me guess. Your going to fake dump me before the fake relationship starts, huh? Story of my life. You know, my mom is always ragging on me that I'm too demanding and that's why I can't keep a man. Hell, maybe she's right! I can't even keep a fake boyfriend! I'm sorry, John. I really am. I don't want to make you uncomfortable...I...hope I can keep my job. Or...or at least give me time to get a new one. Starting all over again!" She says, downing her drink

"Whoa...where the fuck did that come from!" I say, stunned at her switch from flirty to self hating.

"Like I said, I've been here before. Always getting dumped. It's just...I really wanted us to be friends, and I was doing so well too! Lasted a year and some at this job! One feel swoop, gone again!"

"But I'm not..."

"No worries, I'll get my stuff tomorrow and...

"What are you talking about?"

"...be out of your life. God, I suck."

"You do not suck, Mel. Seriously. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know." She says, then gets up and runs into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.