He awoke the next morning and rolled over, but Kelly wasn’t there. He heard the sound of the shower then and stretched his muscles. Yawning, he sat up in bed and smiled as Kelly came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her chest and another on her head.
“Morning,” he muttered.
“Morning love,” she smiled, heading to her dresser to get some underwear. He loved to watch her move in the morning. He always secretly wished that her towel would fall off, but it never did. There was something magical about the cleft between her breasts where she always tucked the end of the towel.
He stood then and came up behind her and ran his hands up her waist, cupping both of her breasts. She giggled and wiggled away from him. He kissed her on the neck then and headed to the shower.
After his shower, he got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Kelly had his cup of coffee ready for him and was drinking her juice. He leaned over and kissed her as he took his coffee in hand.
“What’s on your agenda today?”
She shrugged. “Probably just a lot of office work. You?”
He shrugged. “Same old, same old.”
She glanced up at him. “About yesterday, Marie was just helping me with something. It’s a surprise for you.”
He nodded. “You’re not gonna tell me what it is, are you.”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I did,” she giggled.
He shook his head and headed to the door. “Have a good day babe,” he said.
“You too,” she called.
Duncan drove to work thinking back on the sex they’d had last night. He loved how soft her skin was, how it felt when she ran it along his body. She always smelled good, too. He didn’t think it could get any better.
“Hey man! Why’d you leave so early?” Mark called as he hopped out of his truck in the parking garage.
“Well, I have a wife that I wanted to get home to,” he answered, shutting his door and locking it behind him.
They headed for the elevator together. He felt Mark looking at him. “You know we were just fucking with you right?”
“I know man. I really just had to get home. Kelly was waiting on me.”
“Okay, okay. I’m just making sure you didn’t leave because we were messing with you.”
Duncan nodded. “Nah, it’s no problem. I know you guys like to mess with the married guy.”
Mark laughed and rummaged around in his jacket for a second. “Here,” he said.
Duncan looked over at him. He was offering him a piece of paper.
“What’s this?” he asked. He took the paper and peered down at it.
“The waitress from last night. She was a little down when you left. I offered to try and turn her frown upside down. So she takes out a piece of paper and writes her number down and hands it to me.”
Duncan nodded. “Nice. Did you go home with her?”
“Nope, but get this, she turns and says to me, ‘It’s for your friend, the married one that left.’ ”
Duncan turned and looked at Mark with a surprised look on his face.
“So anyways, I told her I’d give it to you, but that you wouldn’t call.”
Duncan chuckled and put the number in his pocket, promptly forgetting about it. “Well, you’re right about not calling. Kelly will get a kick out of it though.” They entered the building then and hit the button to their floor in the elevator.
“If it were any other guy, I’d tell them to just go fuck the girl, but I’ve seen your wife, and I wouldn’t cheat on her either.”
Duncan shook his head. “What about you man? You still with…” he paused, not remembering the girl’s name.
“Becky? Yeah, I’m still nailing her. We’re not together, though.”
“Good old friends-with-benefits,” Duncan said.
Mark just smiled as the doors to the elevator opened on their floor.
As they came to Duncan’s office, Mark saw that the desk sitting out front was still empty and glanced over at him. “You still don’t have a secretary after Joan left?”
He shrugged in response. “They said she was starting yesterday,” he sighed.
“Lunch at Marco’s?” Mark asked.
“Sure,” Duncan replied as he entered his office. He sat at his desk and began to sift through paperwork and go through emails. He was truly hoping for a half-decent secretary this time. He seemed to be cursed. The last lady could barely type, but she was a very sweet woman. All of his past couple of secretaries had been inept. He was a nice guy, but he eventually had to let them all go. He’d been hoping that the newest girl wasn’t completely useless. The mounting pile of paperwork on his desk wasn’t going to get any smaller until a new girl got there.
A few hours later, he looked up as he heard a knock at the door.
“Mr. Thomas?” came a feminine voice from the door.
He looked up and was momentarily taken aback. There in the doorway stood nearly the spitting image of his own wife. She was barely five feet tall and very pretty. He could tell that her red hair was long even though it was put up in a bun to keep it off her face. She had green eyes, perky breasts and even smiled a crooked smile like his wife did. There was enough of a difference, however, that he knew it wasn’t her playing some weird joke.
“Hi,” he said, standing and reaching out to shake her offered hand.
“Hi, I’m your new secretary, Kara Scofield.”
He smiled genuinely at her. “Nice to meet you. Call me Duncan, Mr. Thomas makes me look around for my father.”
He ushered her into his office.
“So why don’t you tell me what you expect of me, and then we can start cleaning this pile of work on your desk.”
He nodded as he sat in his chair. “Well, first and foremost, can you type?”
She looked at him curiously for a long moment. “Of course I can. I assume your last secretary lacked those particular skills?”
Duncan laughed. “Well, technically she could type, but it wasn’t anything to brag about.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, I can type just fine.”
He caught himself staring at her again. She coughed and smiled nervously. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just that you look an awful lot like my wife.”
She looked at him doubtfully.
“I’m serious. Here,” he said, turning a picture frame around on his desk.
She took it from the desk and looked, her eyes growing wider.
“Wow,” she said.
“I know!” he replied.
“We could almost be sisters!”
He laughed at that. “Well, as far as I know, she doesn’t have any long-lost sisters.”
She smiled. “Wow, that’s crazy. You’ll have to introduce me to her.”
He nodded.
“Okay, so beyond typing, what else can I do for you?”
He smiled. “I think you are going to work out just fine,” he said.
*****
“So have you been practicing?”
Kelly rolled her eyes and didn’t look up from her desk. “No, I haven’t been. It’s only been like half a day since you gave me the darn thing.”
Marie smiled and leaned over. “Is he looking?”
Kelly glanced around her and saw that Mr. Deekins, the man in the office opposite of her desk was indeed looking intently at Marie’s backside.
“Yes,” she said.
Marie giggled.
“You’re so bad, Marie. What would your husband think?”
“Oh, he wouldn’t mind someone else getting a gander at me,” Marie replied.
“Somehow I don’t think you’re kidding.”
“Of course I’m not kidding.” Marie purposefully knocked a pen onto the floor and bent over, keeping her knees straight to pick it up.
“Marie! Stop that!” Kelly said.
Marie giggled when she stood up. “I bet he’s full mast right now,” she said.
“Oh my god,” Kelly said, blushing for her. “Go back to your desk, you tramp.”
Turning, she headed back across the room to her desk.
Kelly tried to go back to her work, but she got a message on her cell from Marie.
“He is!”
Kelly sighed and tossed her phone into her purse.
“Kelly, do you have the Markinson account ready?” Mr. Sellers, her boss, asked as he peeked out his door.
She nodded and stood, bending over slightly to get the file from the filing cabinet beside her desk. She turned and followed him in the office as he sat back at his desk. They went over a few things on the file, and she took some notes for things he needed her to do.