Did I mention that my boss was hot? Ok, maybe hot is a bit over-the-top, but my boss Hasna* is definitely cute. (*In this blog, names are always changed to protect the innocent… and the guilty!) Hasna is about 5′8″, early thirties, 110 pounds, skinny — at least, when she wasn’t pregant. She is from India, and has long wavy black hair, big brown eyes, and full lips. Definitely cute. And as a coworker once commented, “She’s got a nice ass!”
Hasna and I did not get off on the right foot. She used to be cold, rude, demanding, even arrogant. She never said “Good Morning” when she first walked in. She just sat down at her computer, and would send me a few e-mails (from a few feet away, mind you!). Never said “Goodbye.” Over the next year, we fought — even yelling at each other a few times. It was not good. To make matters worse, she was passed over for a promotion, and she became downright nasty.
That was the old Hasna. She eventually did get the promotion. I think her boss also told her about her personality, because she started sayingh”Good Morning” and other things. People responded accordingly, and a year later, we were on good working terms. You might have thought that pregnancy would have made her an emotional basket-case, but instead, she calmed down immensely.
I have never seen her underwear. Nor have I ever seen her bra, but seven months of pregnancy have swelled her breasts enough. She looked great in jeans, but alas, it’s now stretchy pregnancy pants. She still smells great. So would I do her? Not until the baby’s born, but yes, I would. Does the Office Player have a chance? Well, a few months ago, I would have said, probably not. But things change…
About a month ago, Hasna beckoned to me and said she wanted to tell me something. I thought it was to tell me about something business related, but instead, she said, “I was sitting in back of you at that meeting, and I have to say, your shoulders are so much broader!” I was floored! Yes I have been working out, but to have Hasna say it really surprised me. (Not to mention that my ego was pumped!)
She has also started to talk about her husband. One thing that surprised her when she came to America was how sensitive and caring the men were — it’s not what the Indian stereotype of an American male is. To boot, she then describes her husband as a emotionless bookworm. Hmm, I thought. This could be the way to open the door, yes? We shall see. I don’t know if her marriage was arranged; it’s common in India.
I do like her and respect her. And I’d respect her in the morning.
