I Seduced The Quiet One At Work

Let me call him T. They put us on the same accounts, and honestly, at first he was nothing to me, just the quiet one who was always still at his desk by eight. I used to wonder why he stayed so late. Later I understood it was the same reason I did.

It crept up on me through small things. He'd order food and a pack would just appear by my keyboard, no announcement. He was easy like that, and every now and then I'd buy him back. Normal. Colleagues. Or that's what I told myself.

But you know how you can tell you're in trouble? For me it was the lipstick. He mentioned once, offhand, that he liked the dark shades. Just a comment. And weeks later I caught myself reaching for the dark one every morning, and I genuinely hadn't noticed when that started. That's when I knew.

I'd spent weeks rearranging myself around this man without my own permission, and the embarrassing truth, Swēt, is that by then the only rearranging on my mind was his hands doing it.

So I stopped fighting it and started planning.

We were always the last two in that office, every single evening, like clockwork, and a woman can work with a pattern like that.

I started wearing nicer things under the boring office wear, the kind you only bother with if you're hoping somebody might see, and I'd take my time packing up so he'd catch the look. He always caught it. I'd feel his eyes on me and pretend I didn't.

That evening the rain made it easy. Everyone scattered to beat it, and it was just us and the storm, doing that thing, you know it, arguing about complete nonsense, who has the sharper eyesight, both of us laughing far too much, both of us knowing the conversation wasn't the conversation. His eyes kept dropping and coming back up.

So I teased him, told him his sight clearly wasn't as sharp as he claimed. And this man, typical man, got so eager to prove himself that he came right over to my desk to make his case, which was the whole point. Hook, line, and sinker. Swēt, I caught a big fish.

I'll be honest with you. I wanted him, I'd wanted him for weeks. What I did not expect was for him to be so... full. The second the pretending stopped, this man kissed me and that, Swēt, was the moment I knew this was not the shy boy I thought I'd been chasing because he started telling me about how sweet I tasted, but he didn't stop there, Swēt.