I put my phone back in my pocket. I don’t really know what it is about that woman from last night but she really drives me crazy. Just texting her has me with a hard on. I just imagine her naked flesh before me, and her mouth around my cock. The way her body moved and jiggled…it was just too perfect. I really don’t know if I can wait another month to see her. But business is business, and I really can’t cancel anything. I’m going to be on the West Coast for four solid weeks of boring meetings. But these boring meetings will also net me another few million that the company could really use right now. It’s not like I’m hurting personally, but the company sometimes goes through little dips and valleys.

I figure there’s no point in hanging around the office for the rest of the day, so I grab my stuff and head out of the office.

“John, could I grab you for a second,” says someone off to my right. I turn and look at him and realize it’s Jeff, one of my higher level guys.

No one in the whole building is supposed to call me Mr. Clark or anything like that, but not everyone has the courage to call me by my first name.

“I’m headed out, Jeff,” I say. “Won’t be back for a month. Can you make it quick?”

“It’s just that there’s a problem with this month’s books,” says Jeff.

“What do you mean?” I say. He suddenly has my attention.

He pulls a tablet out from somewhere and pulls up some complicated looking charts and graphs.

I wave my hand dismissively. “I don’t have time for that stuff,” I say. “Just tell me in plane language what the hell’s going on.” I can read the charts better than anyone else, but I like to get my employee’s own perspective. That’s one of the core tenants of my business model.

“Well,” says Jeff, fumbling for his words. I know he was going to rely on the charts to mitigate the damage of what he’s telling me, but I’m not going to let it happen. “Sales projections aren’t matching actual sales. Stock prices are down as a result.”

“Why haven’t I noticed anything?” I say. “I check the stocks everyday. They look fine to me.”

“They’re fine in the sense that the numbers are OK, but the volume of trading has gone down significantly.”

I’m on top of all the numbers for the company. Nothing gets by me. “I check those too,” I say.

“They’re down compared to the projections that are new team came up with last month.”

“Well maybe your new team is wrong,” I say. “I don’t have time for this now, Jeff.”

I’m getting a little annoyed. It’s not like I have anywhere to go exactly. I’m in no hurry. But I just don’t like it when my employees try to but in and tell me everything is horrible. I mean, hell, when I started out things really were horrible and no one in the world thought I’d make a single cent. But I just chose to put on my blinders and work, work, and work. And that’s what worked. And that’s what’s going to work for me again.

“Can I send you the numbers?” says Jeff. “Maybe you’ll see… It’s just that I’m worried…”

“Fine,” I say. “Send me the numbers.”

“Alright,” says Jeff. “Hey, have a good trip.” He adds this last part in a more friendly tone. When we’re not talking business, Jeff and I can actually be somewhat buddy-buddy, although I make sure to show him where his place is, and he makes sure to acknowledge that I’m the boss. That doesn’t mean we can chat a little bit here and there and joke around. We’ve even enjoyed a couple beers together once in a while after work.

“Thanks,” I say. “Enjoy your time here in the office.” Jeff is used to the occasional sarcastic remarks and I know he can take them in good humor without filling out a grudge report against me or something with the personnel department. Not that many would dare do that with me anyway.

“Oh,” says Jeff, a weird grin on his face. “I will. I will, for sure.”

“What makes you suddenly so excited about work?” I say. “I know you too well. You’d rather be out on your boat than stuck here in the office. You know you don’t have to bullshit me, Jeff.”

“It’s this new girl in cleaning,” says Jeff. “Have you seen her? She’s probably the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Honestly it looks like she stepped out of a centerfold of a magazine or something. She’s that hot… Man, I’m headed down to the basement after lunch just to see if I can catch a glimpse of her. I saw her breaking down cardboard outside…”

“Hot new cleaning girl?” I say, slowly, my mind working over on itself. Something about that sounds familiar.

“Yeah, did you see her?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I must have, since I do an interview with everyone.”

“Well you made a good decision,” says Jeff. “I can’t believe you don’t remember her though.”

Something about his words rings a bell… the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life was Sarah. And she had seemed so familiar. Suddenly her image flashes across my mind, but it’s not the image from last night. It’s the image from yesterday when she was in my office, and I was interviewing her.

I slap myself on the forehead, completely dumbstruck.

How the hell did I not realize it was her?

Sure, she had looked hot in the interview. But she had shown a difference side of herself in the Hamptons, all decked out in that dress and the jewelry. She had really looked even beyond incredible.

Then again, she hadn’t looked bad in the interview.

I wonder if that’s what she had kept trying to tell me, when everyone was interrupting her?

I don’t know what to think at first. A thousand possibilities are running through my mind being deceived, workplace romance laws, and a thousand other horribly boring possibilities.

But, finally, I laugh.

I laugh and I can’t stop laughing.

So the woman who charmed the hell out of me was a cleaning woman I had just hired that same day. We were both in the Hamptons by pure chance and I thought she was some other rich person or a celebrity at the very least…

“What’s so funny?” says Jeff, looking at me with a strange look. “You seen her then?”

“Nope,” I say, shaking my head. “Haven’t seen her. See you later, Jeff. Have a good month.”

I leave Jeff there with a puzzled expression on his face.

As I walk away, I pull out my phone which has access to the entire employee database and pull up Sarah’s name. Sure enough, Sarah Dumphrey, a recently hired cleaner is listed along with a picture in which she looks surprisingly good. I say surprisingly because no one looks good in the employee photos. I make a mental note to get some tech guy to fix that.

I’m laughing to myself all the way down the elevator.

I take the elevator all the way down to the basement and get off at the cleaning area.

There she is, looking incredibly beautiful. Her waste tapers. Her hair flows. Her eyes shine. She’s busy working on something, and doesn’t see me for a moment.

A horrible woman, Cindy or Cynthia, or something, is standing there, lecturing her somewhat meanly.

“Howdy,” I say, walking up to the two of them.

“Mr. Clark,” says Cindy, almost dropping her clipboard and pencil. “I never see you all the way down here.”

“I just wanted to stop and say hello to Sarah,” I say.

“Hi,” says Sarah, looking completely dumbstruck.

I lean in to Sarah’s ear. “I didn’t recognize you last night, but you couldn’t have thought that would last forever, right?”

Sarah wears a puzzled expression on her face as I pull away from her. I let my cheek graze her cheek as I do so.

“I don’t care though,” I say, loud enough for both to here, knowing that what I’m saying won’t make any sense to Cindy. “It’s totally fine with me.”

Sarah glows as I say this, smiling at me.

“Well,” I say. “I’d better be going. I’m headed out for a moment. I want you to treat this young lady with the utmost respect, Cindy. She’s a special friend, and I don’t want her to have to do all the dirty jobs like all the other employees. Go easy on her, OK?”

Cindy nods her head, obviously confused.

“See you soon, Sarah,” I say, winking at her as I walk away.

Before I walk away, I point over Cindy’s shoulder and say, “Hey, what’s that?”

Cindy turns and I use the opportunity to slap Sarah’s ass.

Sarah giggles and I give her a smirk.

“See you later,” I say, mouthing a kiss at her.

“What was that noise?” says Cindy, turning around.

I start laughing as I get back on the elevator. Cindy’s been there forever but she never did seem too bright to me. Sarah, on the other hand, has that special spark to her. I’m going almost die waiting for the next time I can get close to her.