Strictly Business

Our relationship wasn't remotely sexual. We didn't even acknowledge anything sexual existed. At least until this moment.

We were colleagues. Well, technically, he was my boss, and about 10 years older, but it was rare he pulled the "boss card." We had our projects, and he delegated, but he always went out of his way to make it more of a partnership.

Outside the office, and even in the office, we'd become friends of sorts. We talked about things, and shared plenty of laughs, but there was always a line we didn't cross. I didn't talk about my dating life. He talked about his wife, but not about anything very personal. None of our jokes or comments with each other approached anything remotely risque. I never caught him checking me out, or even giving a look to other women. At least until this moment.

It was hardly his fault. We were at dinner and the waitress, well, she wasn't leaving much to the imagination. It was honestly out of place for this kind of restaurant, but her top was incredibly revealing. Had one of her boobs fallen out into our salads, it wouldn't have been a shock.

As was our norm, we didn't acknowledge it, at least with each other. Internally, I was enjoying watching him squirm. He was doing anything and everything possible to avoid staring, until he didn't have a choice. As she refilled his glass of water, she leaned across the table, basically shoving her tits in his face.

When she finished and left, his view of her rack was replaced with my face. I raised my eyebrows and stared at him, doing my best to look disapproving, until I broke and began laughing hysterically. He dropped his head into his hands and laughed, before simply uttering, "Sorry about that."

"Sorry about what?"

"That was incredibly inappropriate. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"Stop it! It can't be any more uncomfortable than what you've been doing all night. It looked like you were trying to remove your eyes from your head instead of sneaking a peek."

"I know, but still, I am your boss, and there's..."

"Listen, it's not like you were being gross about it. It's not your fault she's got some great boobs and she put them on a silver platter for you. You're human."

"You sure you aren't offended?"

"The only thing I find offensive is how some people get all the goods. Meanwhile I'm chairing the itty-bitty-titty committee over here and can't keep a guy for more than a month."

My breath caught in my throat. Did I just say that out loud? To my boss? Suddenly, I was the one turning three shades of red. It was my turn to say, "Sorry about that."

"The only thing you need to apologize for," he said, "is selling yourself short. You're very attractive, Gwen, not to mention funny and brilliant. You just haven't met the right guy yet, but when you do, he'll be very lucky, and I hope I didn't overstep by saying so."

"No, that was sweet. Thank you."

The conversation stopped for a few moments and we resumed our meals, sensing something of a recalibration in our relationship. Choosing not to let the moment pass, I pushed.

"So, speaking of boundaries, what's the deal? I mean, in all the years I've known you, in all of the trips, I have never seen you check someone out like you just ogled our waitress?"

"Hey now! I thought we agreed that wasn't my-"

I laughed. "Calm down, I'm kidding, but seriously, what gives? I'm straight as they come and even I've been floored by some of the women we've seen in the places we've been. You don't ever seem phased or even aware, let alone look."

"I'm married and I'm your boss."

"Does that mean you aren't human?"

Now it was his turn to laugh. "Of course I'm human, and trust me, I see them. I'm not blind. I just don't want to seem like a creep. I don't want you feeling uncomfortable around me."

"There would seem to be many degrees between creeping me out and not being a robot. All I'm saying is, we're both adults, we're both human, and we both have eyes. I'm not asking you to gawk at every girl you see, but a glance never hurt anyone. Does your wife not want you to look?"

"Beth? No, nothing like that. She'll even point someone out to me on the beach sometimes."

"So then it's settled. You're not doing anything she wouldn't approve of, it doesn't offend me, and opens me up to do the same. Because I'll be honest, Chase, there's been some fine-looking men around who I would have liked more time to examine over the years."

He laughed. "Fair enough. We can agree to be more... human around each other."

"I'll toast to that!"

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The walk back to the hotel was normal. We chatted about what was to come tomorrow, annoying colleagues, the regular things.

Both tired after a long day of travel from our respective states, we boarded the elevator and he pushed the "3" button before looking to me.

"Same floor."

"Well that's unusual," he said, and he was right. In all of our travels, we'd been on the same floor of the hotel maybe twice. The door dinged and we both moved off the elevator and said goodnight, before turning the same direction down the hall.

"Stop following me, creep," I said with a laugh.

"I checked in first, stalker," he replied with a grin.

He finally stopped at his room, and I stopped a few steps later, right next door.

"Well this is a first," he said. "Try to keep it down, alright? I'm a light sleeper and don't need your snoring keeping me up all night."

"Uh huh. I've heard Beth complain about your snoring plenty of times, so maybe try your own advice."

"No promises. See you for breakfast? Around 7:30?"

"Sounds good. Goodnight, Chase."

"Goodnight, Gwen."

My flight had been delayed and I barely made our dinner reservation, so I'd barely had time to throw my suitcase into the room earlier. Unpacking was task No. 1. I threw some clothes into the drawers below the television, and then took my nicer things to hang up in the closet. I opened the door and was greeted by, well, another door.

"What the fuck?" I turned and looked around the room, and found another door near the bathroom. I opened it and, sure enough, there were the hangers and ironing board and all of the regular closet things. But what the hell was the other door?

I walked back over, stood, and listened. I could hear something, it sounded like a TV, and then a voice. Chase? Was this a door to his room? In my room? What the hell? I knocked.

Moments later, the door opened and a puzzled Chase filled the frame. "Oh no," he laughed before saying into the phone, "Beth, you're not going to believe this, but not only are we neighbors, we seem to have adjoining rooms."

"Adjoining rooms?"

"Yeah, they used to be a big thing in hotels when I was growing up. A way for families to stay separated while staying together. I haven't stayed in a hotel with adjoining rooms since I was a kid. I didn't know they still existed."

He put the phone on speaker. "Here babe, say hello to Gwen."

"Hi Gwenny!"

"Hi Bethy!" I can't remember why we started using these silly versions of our names with each other. One of the trips a few years ago when Beth joined Chase. Wine was probably involved. "I wish you were here!"

"I know. Don't let him make the trip too boring without me."

"Never," I laughed. "Have a good night!"

"You too," she said.

"Goodnight again, Gwen," Chase said.

"Goodnight!" I replied as we closed our doors.

Weird!

I finished unpacking and took a quick shower to wash off the day of travel before settling into bed. I was scrolling through my phone when I remembered I'd forgotten to grab extra copies of our report for tomorrow's meeting. Shit! If Chase hadn't brought any I'd need to use the business center, which meant an hour or so less sleep. Ugh!

I flipped open my messages app and started typing out a text when I eyed our adjourning doors. What the hell? May as well make use of this retro feature while we have it. I walked to the door and tried to think of funny things to do. Pound on the door and yell "Police!" Knock and say his pizza had arrived? Housekeeping? I glanced at my watch and realized it was also pretty late, and maybe he was sleeping. Pounding on his door was probably not the best approach.

I opened my side and listened for signs of life.

"Fuck yes, babe, your mouth feels so good."

My eyes went wide. What the fuck? This bastard won't glance at a girl in my presence, but he's cheating on his wife? I was livid.

"Oh but I want you to fuck me, Chase. I want to feel your big, hard cock deep inside me."

What? That was Beth's voice. But she's not... Shit! My rage was replaced by embarrassment. They were having phone sex! And I was listening! Shit!

"You're so wet and tight. I love your pussy. I'm fucking you so hard right now."

"Fuck yes! That feels so good! You're so deep inside of me! Fuck me!"

Close the door, Gwen. Walk away, Gwen. Go back to bed, Gwen. Forget this happened, Gwen.

But I did none of that. I was barely breathing, my ear pressed against the door, and listened to them.

"Pinch my nipples, baby! Play with my tits! That feels so fucking good!"

My hand slipped inside of my shirt and I started teasing my nipples. What the fuck was I doing? This was wrong. I need to stop and just go to the business center. If we end up with extra copies, whatever.

"That's it, babe. Ride my cock. I love watching you cum while you ride me. You're so fucking sexy."

I could feel the dampness growing between my legs. The voice telling me to close the door and walk away was long gone. I was committed as my hand slipped under my shorts and found my clit.

"I want you to fuck me from behind. Pound my pussy until you cum all over my ass. Make me cum so hard, Chase."

Yes, make me cum. Wait, what? Fuck! I was furiously rubbing my clit now and that familiar feeling was building inside me. I wanted to cum so hard. I wanted to cum so hard... with them.

"Fuck yes, babe. I'm so close. I'm going to explode."

"Yes, baby, stroke your cock for me. Cum all over me!"

"Fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Here I cum!"

My orgasm hit hard, rocking my body as I kept teasing my clit. I was totally losing control and felt a scream in my throat when I remembered where I was. I put my other hand over my mouth to try to stifle the sound.

And that's when my phone, which had been pinned between my left arm and my body, crashed to the floor and bounced against his door.

Shit!