So, about two or three years before my teeth rattling adventures with D (see profile for that story), I was working as a receptionist for a property management company. I’d worked there for several years and it was a decent place to work. But it was boring. I mean, the most exciting thing to happen there was you could often catch the owner watching porn in his office if you walked lightly enough. Not my thing.
But then they brought in S and J. J was a nice guy but he’s not important to the story. This is all about S. S was magnificent. Tall (I’m absurdly short, I like my guys tall), broad chest, full lips with a disarming smile that sent me tingling. Damn. But alas, S was straight laced and professional. Or so I thought for about two or three months of nothing but charm, politeness and friendly jokes.