It was going to be another long, boring evening at the office, Marie thought to herself as she finished up another report.
As was often the case, she was one of the last ones there for the day, along with Alicia and Rich. And they were the only really good things about her job, she reflected. Especially Rich.
She saw Alicia brush a few stray wisps of blond hair from her face in a habitual gesture, then get up from her chair and head over to where Rich sat. She tapped on Marie's desk as she passed, giving her a wink and a smile. Marie looked up at her, then darted a glance at Rich before rolling her eyes: she hadn't had any more luck getting his attention than Alicia.
Both women knew that men found them attractive: Alicia was a natural blonde with smoky brown eyes and a figure that was the definition of voluptuous; Marie was a dark brunette with a more petite, athletic build and a face most men simply couldn't look away from. Except for Rich.
Marie and Alicia had started out as competitors in the office, both professionally and in pursuit of Rich's affection. But trying to break through his shell seemed to be impossible for either of them, and in an odd turn of fate they found themselves supporting each other in what had become both a game and an inside joke.
The man seemed to be impervious--or oblivious!--to female charms. Marie smiled her encouragement, then turned her attention back to the report she was working on, watching Alicia's approach to Rich's desk out of the corner of her eye.
Alicia tended to wear revealing, tight-fitting clothes, but was smart enough not to wear them too tight: she wanted to show off her figure, not look like she had squeezed herself into a sausage roll.
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Marie had to admit that Alicia looked damn good. Today she was wearing a cream-colored silk blouse that hugged her torso and provided enough cleavage from her ample breasts to be enticing, but not too much to offend the office prudes, and a black leather knee-length skirt that followed the curves of her hips and thighs perfectly. Below that, she wore black hose and some sleek black heels that accentuated the walk, that sexy swaying motion that Alicia really had a knack for when she was turning on the charm.
For all the good it was going to do her, Marie thought with a trace of satisfaction. Even though Alicia was a friend now and a fellow player in this little game, she wasn't exactly praying that Alicia would be the one to get through to Rich! That thought made her wonder again just why they were so determined to get this guy.
He was good-looking, sure, but couldn't exactly claim to be the pinnacle of the male of the species. He was fully six feet tall and had a body that filled out his suit nicely. His dark brown hair was lush and nicely cut, but outwardly unexceptional. Perhaps the single really captivating thing about his appearance was his eyes, which behind his glasses were an unusual blue-green, appearing to change color with his mood.
No, the most captivating thing about him wasn't his body, it was what was inside. He was actually an incredibly nice guy who had figured out how to be a man without being a jerk. And for some reason she couldn't put her finger on, she found him really sexy.
She'd talked to Alicia about it at great length, and both of them agreed that one of the things that also made him attractive was, paradoxically enough, the fact that he seemed to be so impervious to their advances. It was maddening, and both women considered it a challenge they couldn't pass up.
They were pretty sure that he wasn't gay, and Marie had even asked him once straight out if he was, but he had only laughed and shook his head.
"Here's this one, Rich," Alicia said as she sidled up next to him, handing him the report with one hand, while resting the other on the back of his chair. Marie had to give Alicia credit for subtle moves: she noticed that two of her fingers on the hand resting on his chair were brushing against Rich's back, just enough that he would be sure to feel the contact.
