The Affair

Chapter 3.1 - The Break Room Incident

Friday, May 27, 2022, 7:35am

The rest of the week passes without a hitch. Now Friday morning, William arrives at the office feeling a tad bit anxious about his approaching meeting with Spencer. Hoping to talk to Fallon, he stops by her cubicle and pokes his head over the wall only to find her empty chair and Amy working silently at her end of the desk.

"Where is that girl?" he thinks to himself, now making for his office.

He steps inside and his eyes are drawn to the sight of Fallon, bent over and running a small lint roller across the seats of his couch. His eyes move on instinct, wasting no time in surveying the entirety of her shapely backside behind just a single layer of thin fabric of her pocketless pants. Startled by the noise, she looks behind her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her curvy butt was on full display.

"Mr. Reiner, good morning! I hope you don't mind, but I cleaned and rearranged a few things in your office," she says, rising up from the couch.

Pulling himself together, he averts his attention to Fallon's pretty eyes. "No, no, I don't mind it all," he says, looking around and appreciating Fallon's work, "Wow, it looks great in here!"

"I'm glad you like it!" she responds with a bright smile, "Now get settled, and I'll go get your coffee."

From the couch she happily trots towards the door, reaching out her hand to his chest and letting it slide across as she passes. She is wearing a sleeveless blouse, pastel-blue in color and with a ruffled edging around the plunging neckline that provides a glimpse of Fallon's cleavage. Her blouse tucks into her cream-colored pants, which are tight and slimming, and which trace the contours of her hips down to her legs and ankles. Finishing with a pair of light-grey heels, her ensemble is bright and cheery and thus perfect for the spirited girl before him. His head swivels, once again eying her jiggling buttocks as she exits.

The sound of the door shutting lifts the spell he is under, and he refocuses his mind on the day ahead as he takes his seat behind his desk. Spencer is set to arrive at 10:00am, now just two and a half hours away, and his mind needs to be in the game and not on Fallon's body. He exhales a slow breath, pushing down his wildly inappropriate thoughts.

"I got this," he assures himself, feeling his rational brain return.

Meanwhile, Fallon saunters into the employee break room with William's coffee mug and begins prepping the coffee machine with his favorite light roast. Softly humming to herself, she presses the necessary buttons and takes a step back. She listens for the machine start to boil the water before turning to grab the creamer from the fridge and sugar from the cabinet above the counters. The space is quiet and peaceful as she waits, only to be utterly destroyed as she notices Amy strutting into the breakroom.

"Hey, Fallon!" she greets in a faux friendly tone, "Making your master some coffee I see."

Doing her best to ignore her insulting comments, Fallon focuses on the coffee maker in front of her and does not respond. Amy's brow furrows as she grabs her mug from the cabinet, unsatisfied with Fallon's silence.

"You know, that shirt looks awfully risqué. I mean, couldn't you at least put a little effort into not looking slutty? What would Meagan say about a shirt like that?" she prods, certain she could force a reaction.

Fallon's hand clinches, unable to resist the impulse to stick up for herself. "I don't know, and I don't care," she says, keeping her gaze away from Amy, "I don't have time for your pathetic high school attitude right now."

Amy's face scrunches, irked from Fallon's rebuttal. "No, I suppose you wouldn't. I mean, how could you? You gotta hurry back, I'm sure. Master's cock needs sucking, right?" she ends with a devilish grin.