“Oh, sweetie,” Melissa cooed and then clucked, her voice suddenly awash with concern. Immediately sh
“Oh, sweetie,” Melissa cooed and then clucked, her voice suddenly awash with concern. Immediately she pushed aside her papers, the resignation letters she’d been reading to me. She stood, and in a few easy strides she was on my side of the desk. Without hesitation, as I watched her curvy figure fill more and more of my vision, she hopped up on the desk in front of me, causing me to push back or find myself face-to-knee with her long, powerful legs. Even as it was, with the extra room, her legs were right there, bare and muscular and perfectly tanned. “Talk to me…” she urged.She crossed her legs in front of me, left over right. I noticed immediately that her pink shoes coordinated with the straps of her bra, how her huge left calf muscle bulged powerfully. I tried not to stare. Gorgeous gams, so smooth. Calf thicker than my upper arm, easily. Thighs nearly as thick as my waist.“Hun?” she asked from on high, sitting above me, breaking me from my momentary lapse, “You okay?”Hun??==============================“Yeah, I called him ‘hun’,” Melissa admitted, giggling to the table as the four of them sat around their third round of vodka tonics that Tuesday night. Her tongue had just started to loosen from the drinks, and her friends only encouraged her to say more. “I think he kinda liked it…”Laughs all around.In chimed Amelia. “Of course he liked it,” she said, “the way you guys talk about it, he’s like a child.”“Oh I don’t know about that…” Melissa countered, looking down into her drink, stirring the cubes.“Anyway, keep going,” Randi urged, a dark glint in her eye as she bit at her straw, “tell them what happened next…”“Ok, so, I crossed my legs. I was looking down at him, in the little chair at my desk in front of me. He looked so…sad. So sad and so…so small.”“Omigod yes keep going,” Josie giggled, rapt. Missy’s stories of her days at her new job, as the Office Manager at that geriatric practice down on East Lake Road, were always a total hoot. This doctor boss of hers, from the way she and Randi would tell it, has got some issues.“Alright, well, he closed his eyes, tight..he looked like he was about to, like, cry,” Melissa continued.“Omigod, really?” asked Josie, eyes wide, “your boss?”“Omigod, yes,” Missy replied, echoing her friend, “my boss.”“So awesome…” added Randi, voice low and husky, machinations afoot.“So…what’d you do?” Amelia asked, picking at one of the jalapeno poppers from the tray in the center of the table, carefully, with well-manicured fingers.“I, like, wanted him to keep talking…” Melissa continued, doing her best to control her own giddiness, “Yeah, it was, like…this guy…looking so, being so…vulnerable. Ready to open up to me. But I didn’t want to push him…” She bit her lip, remembering the feeling, like she was holding something in her hand, something fragile and precious. “So I just sat up there, and, like…waited.”======I couldn’t take it anymore. The stress had bubbled up and here it was. I had felt the heat forming around my eyes - I shut them tight. I didn’t want to do it here, I didn’t want to do this in front of Melissa but I couldn’t help it anymore. Something about the moment, something about her voice, something about the perfume of hers in the air and her body now so close; the dam was breaking.“Patients are already starting to leave…” I began, finally, shakily vocalizing my anxieties, “billing has been dipping, we don’t have a huge margin over expenses to begin with…” My voice quavered as I tried to stop myself. All this - the business beginning to fail - had been happening since, well…since she started. But I couldn’t…I couldn’t begin to tell her that. It wasn’t her fault. It was all my fault…it was me who had put the practice in jeopardy, by handing the reins to…to this over-boobed, under-experienced, over-grown girl.I opened my eyes. She was watching me, her face painted with an earnest concern but almost lewdly beautiful with glossy lipstick and smokey eyes. She was just letting me talk, and I felt compelled to keep speaking.“…and now with Hilda gone, with Carol and Ava and…” I began again, stopping before I ran through a litany of the six - six!! - employees we lost today, “It’s going to be…”I gazed up at her, struggling to keep my gaze from diving into the assertive shelf of her bosom, feeling strangely like I wanted to tell this person….everything. In a moment of alarm, worried I may say too much, I fell quiet.“Aw, poor thing,” she purred, filling the space between us with her voice, “today was a really tough day for you, wasn’t it?” And then, if the space between us wasn’t pregnant enough, she leaned in towards me.My eyes nearly popped. “Shhh…we’ll be fine,” she said, bulging cleavage beckoning my eye, “I’m going to take care of everything…”————-