A BIG Job - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Ron found himself sitting at Mrs. Caswell´s desk within a moment. He can´t deny he feels concerned.

Right after he logged into his new computer, on his new desk, he was called directly to the boss´s office.

Mrs. Caswell was looking right at him. In silence. He had all of the attention of her green eyes, would it be funny if he said they look pretty?

Yesterday he didn´t notice it, at least not in the same way he´s doing right now, but Mrs. Caswell´s eyes are gorgeous. Their color, the way they shine under the light, almost sparkling. However, they were not happy eyes.

She had a serious look on her face, not a frown, not a threat, but quiet and emotionless.

“Ron, do you know why I called you here?” She asked.

First of all, before even giving an excuse, he wanted to choose his words carefully.

His new boss is, aside of a very beautiful woman, with her dark long hair and her pretty eyes, she´s also a very tall lady. He´s a regular six-foot-tall man, and she´s taller than him. This makes her much more imposing, and fairly intimidating.

“Well…” he started, how can he hide the fact that he overslept?

Oversleeping is not quite what he did. He, technically, hibernated for a day! Almost a full day asleep, that´s not the usual for him. Maybe a one-hour nap every now and then, but over twenty-hours? That´s like a record!

He knows, he can feel it deep inside, that to admit he fell asleep wouldn´t be the best idea. People will think he´s lazy! Beyond lazy, a total sloth! That´s not the impression he´d like to give, neither to his boss or hir new co-workers.

Traffic? No, he doesn´t own a car. Which also leaves out the “my car broke down” excuse. Maybe his bike broke down? Well, that doesn´t excuse so much time.

An emergency? But of what sort? What can he say that doesn´t come back to him after a while. He can´t say any relative of his is ill, they might want to know more. Which would lead to several questions he´s unsure he´ll be able to answer.

Pet emergency? No, they might want to check on whichever pet he can come up with. Maybe the death of a fish?

What can he say? He can tell, by the look on Mrs. Caswell´s face, that he´s taking way too long.

“So? No excuse?” She asked, rising an eyebrow as she looked at him. With her arms now crossed beneath her big bosom.

“I…” Not yet…

“Ron, I hope you understand that we take things very seriously here. I need you to tell me the truth. Don´t just stay there looking at me as if I was going to lecture you. I´m your boss, but I´m also a fair woman. Be honest and I assure you we can work on that.” That kind of sounded like a lecture, but a kind one.

He swallowed a bit as he looked at his boss. She was right, he must be honest. Maybe she will understand. Or she will think he´s lazy, but this might be better than lying. May the truth set him free…

“I fell asleep.” He admitted, his heart skipped a beat as he confessed. The words sounded sillier than he thought they would.

“You fell asleep? Could you… elaborate?” Mrs. Caswell understands, but she needs more information.

She interlocked her fingers as she leaned forward over her desk. Looking at him with all of her attention.

“Well…” this might be what separates him from a lazy person. Maybe this is a condition that needs to be addressed? “I felt tired, you know, when I left yesterday… and as soon as I arrived to my apartment, well… I just fell asleep on the couch. And, the thing is, I just woke up about… a few hours ago.” Hopefully she doesn´t think he´s a liar.

“I see. So you were very tired and immediately fell asleep. And woke up just recently. Ron, at what time would you say you fell asleep? And at what time did you wake up?” Mrs. Caswell is showing quite some interest in this.

Was she trying to get the details to see if he could give them? If there were holes on his words, if he failed to answer some questions, then she will know he´s lying.

“I… didn´t check the time when I arrived. But I went straight to my place after I left, so… a little before Eleven? And… I woke up five minutes before Ten today…” That´s almost a full day.

“That´s about Twenty-three hours. Did you sleep during all that time?” Mrs. Caswell asked.

“I´m afraid so. I just remember falling asleep, and then waking up… already late to work.” Deep inside, he was hoping she won´t fire him.

“I see… okay.” Mrs. Caswell said, now smiling.

“O-kay?” She´s not mad? No lecture about oversleeping?

“Yes, there´s no problem. We all oversleep from time to time.” She added, careless about his delay.

“But… I´ve never really slept so much. Like… is that normal? Has it happened to you… ma´am.” He didn´t want to address her in a disrespectful way, so he added the “ma´am” a little late.

“No, I´ve never slept that much… But I´ve heard about people who had. In fact, don´t feel strange if, after this, you might need more hours of sleep…” she´s hiding the truth.

His boss knows a lot more than she will tell.

Mrs. Caswell seemed so serious at first, but she took things in a very nice way.

In fact, she told him that, whenever he was late, he could call her, just to give her a heads up.

“I wouldn´t like to be worried because you´re not here yet…” she said.

Her tone was so sweet, or was it just him? Ron could feel his heart beating faster as his boss spoke. So kind, tender even, he felt a bit elated.

Ron was a bit worried at that time, was he developing some sort of crush towards his boss? Maybe he was just grateful, she was the light at the end of the tunnel, the one giving him a chance. Maybe he just liked her kindness so much that he… felt like falling in love?

But not for her! But towards her kindness… it was hard to explain, and even harder to tell whether or not he was developing some sort of crush for his boss.

She was so tall, so pretty, and those eyes… he´ll try not to think about it…

Ron simply went back to his desk and sat there. Thankful for this chance. And also curious, does she mean it doesn´t matter if he´s late?

Mrs. Caswell never said this should never happen again. Or that he couldn´t be late more than a given number of times before it became an absence. In fact, she didn´t even say this was a warning. She simply understood… and it felt odd.

“So… did she fire you?” Came Miranda´s voice, all the way from her desk.

Ron turned, his attention was focused on his computer´s screen as he tried to give this an explanation, however, his new co-worker distracted him from his thoughts.

“Fired? Oh, no, she just… we had a chat, that´s all.” He can´t say he fell asleep through… a whole day, basically.

“That´s it? For being so late, that´s it?” Miranda said, as if she was disappointed.

“Oh, leave him alone, Miranda, we´ve all been late once…” Gertrude said, frowning a little at Miranda for being so unsensitive.

He felt warm feelings when Gertrude spoke. She sounded kind, gentle. Sweet even. Standing up for him. Ron was a bit concerned; this was a similar feeling to the one he felt back when Mrs. Caswell was also kind. Is the kindness in women calling for something inside him? It has never happened before.

“I´m just saying…” Miranda added.

Miranda was visibly upset towards Ron. Gertrude could tell, they´ve been working together for a while, and the mature, blond lady could tell when the younger ginger was feeling upset about something. But it was no excuse for being rude.

“It´s ok, I… will work on that.” Ron said, but how much of it was true?

Over the next couple of weeks, things didn´t change that much.

Sure, he didn´t sleep an entire day as he did that one time. But he was still feeling tired.

His job wasn´t hard. In fact, it was very easy. Not as easy as adding single digits, but it was easy to him. He wanted to believe it was due to his experience and the simplicity of the software. But he didn´t have that much time to think about it.

His attention was focused on some other things…

Like what? Well, his co-workers, for instance. Including his boss and the lady at the front-desk.

Ron wasn´t sure if it was because he was single, or because they were all pretty, but he was feeling… silly around them. The way someone feels whenever he´s around someone he likes, in the romantic way.

His boss was a curvaceous, and tall, lady. He´s never been into tall queens, but a part of him couldn´t stop thinking on her. Not in an obsessive way, but every time she walks by, he can´t help but to look at her.

A similar thing happened with the other ladies. Miranda and Gertrude, they were in the same room he was during his whole shift. He couldn´t help but to glare at them from time to time.

Something that was concerning him was the fact that they were so different. Miranda was the one closest to his age, mid-twenties, so it´ll make sense if he felt attracted to her because of that, but it wasn´t the case.

Even when he felt a certain need to look at her, she was just not open to… anything. A part of him does feel she doesn´t like him. Why? If he´s barely spoken to her? Or was she playing hard to get? He had no idea, but her sarcasm and, to a point, meanness, but that side of Miranda made, in a way, Gertrude stick out more.

Gertrude was quite the opposite to Miranda; she was the oldest of them all, that he´s aware. And she was plus-sized. Husky, kind of chubby, but that´s not important. She was kind, sweet even. Always respectful, easy to talk to; he thought she was cute.

And, unlike the other ladies, who were not that straight forward, there was Angela. The lady at the front-desk. The receptionist. She was so hot! And she was kind of flirtatious, just like today…

“Well, someone´s early today…” Angela said, looking at him with a tender smile.

Ron giggled, looking into her honey-colored eyes. Her lipstick was so red, so pretty.

“Yeah… my alarm worked for once…” he added.

He could feel his heart beating faster. While looking at her, it was hard not to feel a special kind of attention on him. He felt… desired.

It´s important to emphasize the fact that he´s been… late several times. At least once a week.

No one, other than Miranda, mentioned it. Angela didn´t care, and Gartrude didn´t mean to be rude by pointing it out.

The person he was mostly worried, because of this, was his boss. Mrs. Caswell didn´t call for his attention, as long as he texted he was going to be late.

“No problem. Thanks for letting me know.”

“It´s ok.”

“Don´t worry.”

He thought she was really comprehensive, but there´s a small thing he ignores. A certain truth, the true behind the reason why she´s so comprehensive. The reason why she doesn´t seem to mind.

The truth will certainly scare him, that´s the reason why it´s been hidden.

“I´m sure you´re really tired after working out, that´s why you need the extra sleep…” Angela said, looking down at his chest and then back at his face.

“Oh, well… I don´t… I mean, I used to work-out. But it´s been a while since I´ve been to a GYM.” He nearly blushed.

“Is that so? I couldn´t tell…” She teased. Biting her lower lip for just a second.

Ron quivered. She likes him? Angela´s hot, does she have some feelings for him? He´s available, he wouldn´t mind. But, is it allowed to date a co-worker?

“I… for real?” He felt so silly by being the center of attention right now.

“Mhmm. You know, I work-out. I like to keep my body nice and… tight.” She made an emphasis in the word “tight”.

“Y-you… you do?” He asked, the conversation, and him, getting hotter and hotter.

“Yeah…” the way she looked at him, and the sensuous tone she now had, it sent electricity all over his body. “I focused mostly on my butt. And I´ve done some progress lately.”

Ron could already picture her butt. He´s seen her a few times while standing. And she´s hot. Thick legs, and even when he didn´t mean to stare, he´s glared at her butt. It´s round, firm, a perfect peach.

Skirt, jeans, office-pants. It doesn´t really matter, Angela´s butt looks hot in anything.

“You have? Wow… like… you squat more?” He´s not really aware of the GYM exercises. When he used to go to a GYM, he mostly did cardio and weights, but nothing too outstanding.

“Squat more? No, I meant…” she lean over and whispered, “My butt´s grown quite some. Can´t you tell? My bottoms are tighter…” He almost had a breakdown.

Was this real? Was she actually trying to tease him? Arouse him? Did she really want him to look at her butt?

Maybe this was just a joke? A prank? A way for her to report him for harassment?

He wasn´t good when telling of someone´s being honest, but he´d like to believe she´s telling the truth.

“B-bigger? I… congratulations.” He´s really awkward when this kind of things happen. Instead of following her, he was just giving silly replies. Maybe it would´ve been better if he asked her to show it, just to see the progress…

“Haha, oh my, you´re shy? Aren´t you?” Angela laughed a bit at him, he was so naïve with this.

“I´m not, like… you think so?” He feels as if she just made fun of him.

“Mhmm, but don´t worry, I don´t mind taking the lead.” She winked at him.

That made him quiver. Lead? The lead in what? A date? Or… sex?

This was not the first time she´s flirted. But this is the first one when something, like her butt, comes up. It was so sudden, he didn´t know what to do.

He ended up walking out of there without asking her out. Not a dinner invitation, or to the club, or anything like that. Sure, he didn´t just walk out of there without saying anything else, but if this was his chance, he lost it.

He should´ve made a move, he should´ve tried something. Angela seems to like him. Will she lose the interest after this?

He felt so dumb the rest of the day. And he couldn´t stop thinking about it. It didn´t interfere with his job, at least not too much. But it did make him forget about his lunch time.

“Huh? Shit… no wonder why the girls are gone…” he said as he glanced at the two empty desks.

He did pack some lunch, today had been a productive day, but he´s been feeling so weird lately.

If he had to set a date, he´ll say it all started since he began working here. He´s feeling tired, and kind of hungry. But he´s checked on himself, his weight´s fine, and there´s no signs of lack of sleep on him.

Probably because he´s been oversleeping a lot lately…

But something´s odd, aside of the tiredness and slight extra hunger, he´s been feeling funny around everyone here. As if he was developing a crush on them. He, for some reason, finds them lovely.

He just grabbed his meal from his backpack and went to the lunch area.

But, before he opened the door, he heard something.

“Oh my! For real?” Came Gertrude´s voice. She sounded happy, very energetic.

“Mhmm,” That was Miranda.

Ron stood behind the door for a moment, not meaning to peep, he just didn´t want to ruin the mood if he entered the room at the wrong time.

“And you´ve checked? 100-percent sure?” Gertrude asked.

“I did, I´m officially an inch taller. Can you believe that?” Miranda said.

An inch? Taller? Wasn´t Miranda a bit too old for growth spurts? At 24-years-of-age, Miranda´s past the age of growing.

“Might be a late growth spurt…” He thought, but then, he heard Gertrude.

“I haven´t checked myself.” She?

Wasn´t Gertrude in her forties? Why would she grow taller? There was something odd about this conversation, should he walk in?