If you obsess, they will come....

OK, I just got through posting that bit about Derek being off-limits since he works for me...

I was obviously thinking about him, since I just mentioned him in my lunchtime post about his apparent noticing of my slightly kinkier wardrobe as of late, but he hasn't remarked upon it. Up til now.

Now it wasn't like he just up and said something I did prompt him.

As I said, I had been deliberately teasing him with my heels today. I came back from lunch and kept it up. I leave at 11:00 and half my team leaves with me, other half at 11:30. They get 30 minutes versus my hour of luxury which always struck me as petty. I feel guilty so I don;t enforce the stragglers, some take advantage..on average I'd say most stroll in 10 minutes late. Some mumble excuses some take it for granted. Derek is one of those in early, stays a couple minute late kind of employees. Not brown-nosing I don't think and not me-specific since his reviews prior to me mention punctuality. He was at his desk working when I strolled in a couple minutes late myself. I knew he would be and hadn't had anything in mind (really!) but there he was.

I hopped on my desk which sort of faces his cubicle that he shares and said "Hi, hows it going?" He went on to explain a little about what it was that he was up to and had an idea or two about routing and such. A couple of times he faltered as his eyes were distracted by the arc of my swinging calve. (OK by this point I did have something in mind, but nothing well-formed.)

At some point he was staring off into space gathering a point and I swung my foot more or less in an arc through that thousand yard stare. He startled a bit, and actually blushed. I had him.

"What's on your mind Derek?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," he mumbled, "I just..."

"Go ahead..Say it"

"Uh, I was just noticing that you wear pantyhose...." He rushed on...getting it all out in a string..."I don't mean anything by it it's just that my girlfriend mentioned the other day that hardly anyone she knows wears pantyhose anymore and definitely not in the summertime...I just was thinking it looked neat."

"Neat?" as in "Neat-o?" I was puzzled here..

He quickly rushed back in.."I mean like business like, polished I guess?"

"Well, thank you, Derek" I said. "It's nice to have the effort noticed."

"Really?" he said relieved..."I didn't want to, you know, hit a whole yellow light thing with that."

(We had the mandatory sexual/racial/orientation/gender sensitivity training earlier this year with a red yellow green light motif..)

"Hmmm....I didn't think you meant it at all that way....(of course I did!) and in general you would be right...like..."

About then a girl from a nearer cubicle filed back in...

I grabbed a stack of papers and beckoned Derek, who hopped up forgetting his earpiece til it yanked off his head..(that reminded me that the monitor room could have heard his side of the conversation and maybe even mine even though he was off the phone. Snoops! - but there is almost never anyone there around lunch time. I hope...)

He followed me and asked where we were going..I explained that the best place to have a private conversation in a crowded building without looking conspiratorial was on the run.

I explained that he is right that policy wise and sensible-wise commenting on anything a woman is wearing is something best left really neutral. "You look nice today" Vs. "You look hot". I pushed the envelope and said women in general are still women in the workplace and probably enjoy some attention as long as it is not a come-on.

"Oh, no...definitely not!"

"Definately not? Too Old?"

"No that's not it....I mean, I have a girlfriend and you are married and well..."

"It's OK, Derek only teasing a little."

We walked a little, hit an open staircase, headed up towards clerks-ville.

"If you have tacit or explicit permission you can be a bit more specific in compliments, but I as you supervisor would have to have been even more cautious...get it?"

"sure" but looked puzzled.

"To be explicit, you have my permission to stare at my legs if they please you, just don't be obvious lest your cubbie buddies tease you!"

"I can do that!" he grinned.

"Trust me, you need practice...periphials" (forty year old virgin reference..love that movie)."Back to work" I said pointing him towards the elevators to take him back down a flight.

"And, Derek..."

"Yes?"

"They aren't pantyhose." I turned and sashayed (really!) in the opposite direction. Kind of wish Jim were in I.T....thought about going through there to tease some nerds, but I have no reason to interrupt their dungeons and dragons games or whatever they do up there.

Black honest-to-god stockings and a garter belt tomorrow or my name isn't Slutty-Bossy-Lady.

(this took forever to type on my phone btw...and doing so while seeing Derek in MY peripherals made me want to embellish it into a whole "stay after work in the broom closet fantasy", but I held off - bravely)

Jim gives a clue.....

Jim has warned me about going online from work, even from my own laptop. My cellphone is internet so-called capable, but its a PIA to use so I don't generally except checking email. (Both my "real" email and my super secret one. I don't use my super secret one much from there for fear that I will forget to clear everything and the title alone would raise eyebrows if hubby saw...)

OH! that reminds me a girl at work caught her hubby with a SECOND cellphone and so, obviously he is busted....people t work were talking about that some seemd to be a little too aware for the idea which made me wonder about a few people, that ws interesting to think about. One guy mentioned a (chip?) or something where you can have two cellphones in one? sounded worth looking into, don;t really want to ask the guy about it or he would of course wonder about me...hmm or maybe asking might be interesting..be a pretty subtle way of announcing, hey, I mess around...help me get a secret phone and I'll give you my number..;))

Off track, here. Jim has a smarty phone of some sort. he is online just about anytime I am...I asked him about it, does wifey suspect, isn't he risking getting busted at work, (that's when he said he was on his phone on the web) I assumed he was only online that way from work.

The other day he lost his phone, and was worried he hadn't cleared everything and maybe his fucks-like-a-pornstar-wifey would find it first. It stayed lost for like 3 days. The second day I realized that he was still online during work hours more often than just on breaks. I very cleverly deduced that he has some way of avoiding the I.T. Weanies snooping on him.

It took a while but I then connected the dots...he IS an I.T. Weanie! Now this place is huge but the I.T. department is a pretty small part of it. I looked in the directory and there is like maybe 15 guys. Ive met several of them who seem to find reasons to climb under my desk when do something to my computer and they mostly seem pretty young. Jim is like my age so??? Process of elimination.

I triumphantly told him that I had practically unmasked him and proudly told him what I had figured out. He asked me not to pursue this..(What? The worst I was going to do was approach each member of the department in turn and offer a BJ, the one that turns me down in loyalty to wifey would be Jim! ~kidding~ well, kinda.)

He gave me a bunch of what if's and finally came out with it. He doesn't actually work for the same company I do. That floored me...he knew all the right lingo, described things that you almost had to be here to know, and then there was the comment he made about my sexy red shoes being a little iffy for work...

At first I thought he has to be psychic or just lying about not working there because there was no frigging way!

He admitted that he actually did work her for quite a while, was in fact an I.T. Weinie, but got hired away by someone that had contracts with some of our equipment. Like outsourcing without the fun accent.

He explained that that was why he answered my hubbie's "hit on my hotwife" ad. Since it mentioned the company, he could picture all the people there in his mind and wondered what it would be like if it turned out to be someone he already knew from when he worked there. Would it be someone he had 'noticed'? Would it be a complete shock? So he played along with Hubby, to try to get hubby to give more information. When hubby quit responding he wasn't sure if Hubby had found someone else or got busted, or lost interest...(I think Hubby thought I suspected, but I really didn;t who would its too weird)

What about the shoes??? He admitted that after we had kind of hit it off, he made an excuse to visit a friend who works here and sort of "got lo9st" wandering on purpose through my area. (OOO my own personal stalker I teased.)

He said he just wanted to see, and he was sorry and , yada yada ..I told him I was flattered and intrigued and he could stalk me anytime...I mean hell, he helped me set up the blog, reads it all comments to me, makes kinky suggestions...sort of actually fucking me, he is pretty much issued an all-access pass. (P.S. if you ever feel the need to stray Jim, you definitely DO have all access..wink wink.. - wait did I say that out loud?? ~Sorry about causing you some Catholic guilt...~ No I'm not!)

So I got him to agree that sometime next week he will stop by. He wouldn't promise to say Hi. (Too, nervous, too married, too bad..:))

So I need to get busy planning something slutty to wear for each day of the week to entice him into either taking a chance or at least drooling to give himself away.

We had a very interesting chat about flirting, faithfulness, cheating, pre-planned vs. "just happened" and guilt. I'm going to ask him If I can post it because you can see the little wiggle-room, and why he is careful about the slippery slope.