Beneath the Office Desk

When refereeing the company flag football game, she cheated in order to help Raymond, a chiseled mahogany man with the body of a god, win the game for his team. As Diana snuck off to the office to change out of her skimpy referee outfit, Raymond demanded answers on why she helped him win. Diana admitted her crush, which was liberating--she had found it difficult to concentrate at work, due to nonstop fantasies of them together. Excerpt: Raymond stalked Diana from behind and squared around to face her, not allowing her coy retreat. “You knew I dropped the ball, didn’t you?” he asked. Diana glanced at his eyes briefly, but couldn’t hold eye contact, so she shifted her focus to his shoulders, which were—so damn muscular. Damn it, focus, Diana, she thought to herself. With him looking down at her, her eyes scanned down to his perfectly perky pecs, and down lower to his chiseled abdomen, which poked through his form fitting t-shirt like a superhero. His skin tone drove her nuts more than anything, because Diana was pretty fair skinned, even for a white girl. She tanned every now and then, but more than anything enjoyed her vanilla complexion. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t picture what type of beautiful mish mash of color they’d create. I said focus! Diana shook her head, physically making herself snap out of the fantasies that she was shifting into. Her butt muscles clinched as she stood up straight, and was determined to make eye contact with this sexy brown man in front of her. She turned her face toward Raymond’s and replied. “Do you want the truth?” she asked.