“I am fucked” I thought to myself “barely in this job a month, and I’m going to be brought up in front of HR for harassment. Maybe I can argue it was just a pattern in the pants? I mean, nothing happened. But she had clearly seen it, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Shit, shit, shit”.
“Alright Rob, well enjoy the coffee, and the weekend if I don’t see before you go. Gotta compliment you again on the style today. I only just noticed the chinos your wearing…I like what I see” she gave me a look that was at once innocent and devious. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I wasn’t even sure what she had taken from the whole fiasco. Had she even seen my bulge? She must have. And if she did, was that comment a little joke to diffuse the tension, or something closer to what I was feeling for her? All I knew at that point was I had to sign these documents and get straight out of there.