him standing by the big plate glass window, looking out over the snowy city. He is not a large man anyway, but he seemed now so small, and so overwhelmed. I got up and walked quietly over to him, and put my hands on his lean-muscled shoulders and began to rub them, and his neck, and down into his back. He groaned in pleasure and said “Oh, God, that feels good – I didn’t know I was so tight. I’ll give you an hour to stop.”

I chuckled and said, “Like I said, I’ll help out in any way I can, to make things go better.” He leaned back against me for a moment, his head on my chest then suddenly jerked upright – as if he remembered where he was and who he was with.

“Thanks” he said crisply, “That felt good. Now let’s check those reports.” With that, he strode purposefully back to the safety of the cube. I followed more slowly, hoping that the raging hard-on that my first touching of this stud-muffin’s gorgeous, strong body had produced would not be visible. I also hoped that my disappointment would not be too visible, either. I don’t know what I had expected – for him to turn and kiss me, and fling me across his desk and fuck me blind? Well, yeah - that would be fun. Obviously, it was not going to happen tonight….

The report ran and there were some errors to fix, but luckily only a few. We both went through the list twice, and then ran the report again. While we were waiting we talked a bit. We had only been working together about 4 months, and had not really had time for any sort of bonding. Tony asked me what I did besides work, and I told him the truth: nothing much. I had gone straight from high school to college for a Marketing degree, and then worked a couple of years before starting an MBA in Finance. I had only been out of school after completing that for about 6 months when I took the job here, with him, and he knew what an adjustment that had been for all of us. He said, “I’m sure you still have a busy social calendar.” With that pirate grin again, now more of a leer.

I said no, that I was unattached, and not into bars, and not really all that good at ‘meeting people’. He said, “I don’t believe that for a minute – you don’t have to ‘meet people’, I bet they chase you down. You’re tall, you’re handsome, you’re young, you’ve got a great job, you’re tall – you have to chase them away with a stick, I bet.”

The fact that he said all of this in a rush, and that he repeated the comment “you’re tall”, tipped me off that he might be one of those men who are sensitive about not being a six-footer – lots of guys are, for what reason I don’t know. But then, I’m 6’3”, so I literally have a different view on the matter. I said “My daddy is taller than me, and he always said ‘Height is a frame of mind, and I know ‘way too many mental midgets.” Tony laughed out loud at that, and said, “I’m going to remember that one.” And sat, looking at me, with that sweet, shy smile that could melt glaciers replacing the pirate grin again.

The report ended just then – dammit! –