Office Sex: The Perfect Score Read Free

and I was rushing to be out of your office before you returned…I must have placed them too far on the edge of your desk because they fell…”
     
                Trying to breathe normally, Mark finds a calm smile as he assures,
     
                “It’s quite alright…I’ll get the rest…”
     
                “Oh God ,” Jasmine sighs, covering her face in embarrassment.
     
                “Hey now…hey…” 
     
    Mark removes her soft hands in order to make eye contact as he begs her to relax. 
     
    “It’s okay, they’re just papers—I’m sure I’d have just tossed them to the side myself anyway…”
     
                He tries to get a laugh from her and fails.
     
                Remembering the deal he made with himself, he releases her hands, and averts his gaze.
     
                “I’ve got an important call to make,” he suddenly rushes.  “Leave the papers, it’s okay—I’ll get them myself.”
     
                “Are you sure?” Jasmine whimpers, ready to stoop down again to resume her retrieval.
     
                “ Yes !  Yes, I’m sure.”
     
                Jasmine’s wide eyes instantly reduce Mark to a field of guilt trips, and he tries to comfort her without reaching out—as much as he wants to.
     
                “Thanks so much, Jasmine.  I really appreciate you bringing them in to me—I promise you, I’ll handle it from here.”
     
                Hanging her head in shame as she slumps her shoulders, Jasmine shuffles over to the other side of the room. 
     
    Mark is both heartbroken at her leaving, and joyful at the relief it will bring.
     
                “Sorry, again,” she whispers, and before he can respond, she’s gone.
     
    *   *   *   *   *
               
                Waiting around impatiently at the front desk, making small talk with the guard nearby, Mark taps his briefcase against his leg.
     
                It seems to take forever for Ethan to appear, and as he does, both men smile.
     
                “How ‘bout I walk you out to your car, Mr. P?” Ethan offers, and after accepting, they head out the front doors to the marked parking space not too far away.
     
                “So, what’s the scoop?”
     
                Leaning on his car, Mark is told the best news he could ever hope for.
     
                “She’s just turned twenty, and is trying to get her bachelor in Performing Arts and Sciences.  Never married, no kids—and the person listed as her reference is Keysha Adams, who works for Michael in the Marketing Department.”
     
                Grinning from ear-to-ear, Mark opens his car door in order to toss the briefcase inside.
     
                “So…what you’re saying is I’m free and clear?”
     
                “As a bird over the ocean, sir.”
     
                Mark chuckles at the analogy.
     
                “Wonderful.”
     
                “Glad I could be of service—let me know if there’s anything else you need…”
     
                “That’ll do, Ethan,” Mark replies, staring up at the building as he recalls seeing a blushing Jasmine give him a nervous smile as he headed for the elevator to leave for the night.
     
                “Cool—you have a good night, Mr. P.”
     
                “Oh!  One more thing…”
     
                Mark closes his car door before heading around to Ethan, who’s standing near the passenger side.
     
                “I know this goes without saying, but I’d really appreciate it if this was kept between us…”
     
                “If what was kept between us, sir?” Ethan responds, feigning ignorance.
     
                Mark grins