Sam saw the flush that crept onto Rachael's cheeks at her confession. David was a good looking guy; most of the women in the office had imagined getting all hot and sweaty with him before now, including her when she ’ d first joined the company. She wasn ’ t surprised that Rachael had those fantasies too, but she was surprised that she was the one who had turned them into a reality.
She ’ d always found Rachael to be a sweet girl. She was pretty with shoulder length blond hair and a curvy figure that most guys loved. She wasn ’ t short of admirers, knowing for a fact that at least two of the guys in the office had tried to get into her panties before now, but Rachael had always politely declined. From what Sam could remember of the conversations they ’ d had, Rachael had been burnt badly a few years ago by a guy at her old job. She avoided office romances like the plague, which is why this latest revelation was such a surprise.
“ What happened? ” Sam asked, not wanting to pry but her curiosity was getting the better of her.
Sam watched as Rachel folded her arms on her desk and lowered her head, groaning as she stretched her arms out in front of her and raised her eyes to look at her.
"I don ’ t know. It kind of just happened. I wasn't well on Friday, that was genuine. David came round to drop off a file I needed that I'd forgotten the night before. We started talking about work and it moved onto his family and mine. Before I knew it he was on top of me and I was screaming his name as he fucked me on my couch. I still can't quite believe it happened. ”
Sam bit her lip as Rachael talked, trying not to ask the obvious question. The one all women wanted to know the answer to when a friend got with a new guy. As if sensing what she wanted to ask, Rachael smiled and fanned her face dramatically.
“ It was the best sex I ’ ve ever had. Let me tell you, that guy knows how to please a woman. The things he did with his tongue.... ”
Sam held up her hand to halt Rachael ’ s words. She had to work with the guy and she didn ’ t want those images in her mind when she did. She was having enough trouble trying not to think about her and Alistair, adding images of Rachael and David wasn ’ t something she wanted to have to deal with.
“ Anyway, he text me all over the weekend asking how I was but I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say to him, I still don't. I couldn't face coming in yesterday but I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid him forever. He hasn't mentioned anything to me since I walked in and he has been acting like nothing happened."
Sam listened to Rachael's words, understanding the blond woman more than she realised.
"Well how does that make you feel?" Sam asked her. "Honestly. It pisses me off. I know I ignored his messages over the weekend and effectively ran and hid yesterday, but I expected...hell I don't know what I expected, but it certainly wasn't this. Sam, what if he thinks I just slept with him for my career? I don't sleep with my boss for that. I'm not that kind of girl. It just happened. For some reason I just looked at him Friday night and saw this guy who I suddenly found I wanted. He's already given you the Lockwood job, I guess that's his way of telling me what he thinks of me."
Sam watched as Rachael dropped her head into her hands as her shoulders slumped.
"Rachael, David didn't give me this job, Alistair Lockwood requested me. David tried to keep you but Alistair insisted." "So he hasn't given you the job over me?" She asked, Sam detecting the hint of hope in her voice. "No. The only way you're gonna find out what he's thinking is if you talk to him. He's a guy. You need to talk straight to them or they have no clue. Dropping subtle hints rarely works."