All Work and No Play

By: Coleen Kwan

“Just a minute,” came a muffled voice.

Anna’s legs were shaking. Behind her, she could hear Giles’ uneven breathing. It sounded like he was fighting for control, just like her. She didn’t dare look at him.

The door swung open, and light flooded the closet.

“Hey, how long have you been in here?” Tracey, the summer student, blinked at them in concern. “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks for rescuing us.” Anna stalked out of the stationery closet, still not acknowledging Giles.

She heard him thank Tracey and warn her about the door lock.

Anna ignored her desk and kept on walking towards the exit, intent on reaching the women’s restroom. Her body was damp, her legs were shaking, and her heart was pounding in her chest. What the hell had she just done? She couldn’t trust herself to be alone with Giles, but unfortunately there was going to be a lot of that before the week was done.

Chapter Two

Straining with frustration, Giles watched Anna stalk away from him. Her navy, knee-length skirt and plain blue shirt did little to hide her curvy figure. He’d noticed her from his first day at FrogLeap. Hard not to when she was the only female at managerial level. Even harder when she was a knockout and smart and hardworking and seemed to dislike him on sight. Yes, he could admit that his ego hadn’t enjoyed it when she resisted his charms, charms that worked so easily on other women.

However, it wasn’t wounded pride that made him want to pursue her, but rather the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking how great she was and wanting to change her opinion of her, something that had never happened to him before. Anna Reynolds intrigued and attracted him powerfully, and the fact she’d admitted sharing his feelings left him unusually breathless and excited.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he contemplated how close he’d come to kissing her in the stationery closet before they’d been interrupted. Even now his blood was still stirred by the memory. Anna might dress conservatively, but nothing could disguise her lush lips and full cheeks, or those thick eyelashes fringing intelligent eyes the colour of cognac. There was an exotic ripeness to her that she tended to suppress here in the workplace. But one glimpse of it back in that stationery closet, and he was hooked. He had to taste that wildness again, even though he knew the pitfalls involved.

He walked back to his desk and sat down, waiting for his horniness to subside. It took some time before he could concentrate on his work. Recalling Anna’s predicament, he quickly scanned through Neil’s programs which he’d taken over, looking for any errors. Apart from a couple of minor bugs, he didn’t find anything sinister or systematic. So Neil, whom everyone had castigated for jumping the fence to a rival company, had done a fairly good job. Whereas Oscar, the dopey-looking guy, had apparently hidden a malevolent streak. His indignation on behalf of Anna grew, and when she finally returned, he jumped to his feet.

“Listen,” he began, but before he could continue she held up her hand to silence him.

“No, you need to listen,” she said, her face set, her voice firm. “You need to forget everything that happened in that closet.”

“Everything?” He could understand why she might be regretting almost being caught in the middle of a kiss, but the rest? “You don’t mean Oscar—”

“Yes, that’s precisely what I mean. I will take care of it. You just focus on what I assigned to you.” She moved with purpose to her desk and sat, her back ramrod straight. She had tidied up her thick, brown hair into a knotted updo, and her taut body exuded a decided ‘don’t mess with me’ attitude.

Giles wasn’t about to let that put him off. He walked up and stood over her, aware that her face was in line with his crotch, but determined not to let that affect him.

“Anna, stop treating me like a mere programmer,” he said. “FrogLeap hired me as a consultant, and I’m here to give you the best of my experience and advice.”

“No.” She stood up to face him. “You were assigned to me because I needed a programmer, and that’s what I want you to do now. Code some programs. I don’t need your consulting advice.”

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