Background:
I’m currently writing this at work in between dealing with coworkers bothering me about cars showing up, answering phone calls, so please take it easy on me.
I’m in my early 20’s and I just started working at a luxury car dealership in the summer of 2019. I kept to myself mostly besides the one other salesman the same age as me who was given the task of showing me the ropes. I’m about 6ft, stockier build, probably average looks.
Story:
About 2 months into my time there, a new evening receptionist was hired. From the moment I saw her, I was interested. Late 20’s, Latina with beautiful long dark hair. She’s about 5’7 and it seemed like all she wore were heels and dresses. I decided one day to introduce myself to her and from then on out, we started talking daily. I was in a relationship at the time and tried to keep my mind and actions under control but in the end, I gave in. I heard from others around the dealership that she was married but she never mentioned her husband much when we talked.