Title: Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics
Authors: silvan_lady and gattodoro
Word Count: 571
Once again, this started as a text exchange; apologies to our mobile service providers!
Orlando heard the distinctive tread walking through the office before he saw his boss appear around the corner. His heart started to beat wildly although he kept his head down and appeared to be concentrating intently on his work. The footsteps halted beside his desk.
"Bloom! My office now!" the familiar voice barked.
Orlando leaped to his feet and in his haste, sent a stack of files crashing to the floor. He swore, under his breath, but not quietly enough to avoid receiving a censorious glower from the admin assistant; her eldest had just started school and her determination to stop her son using the language that he brought home from the playground had spilled over to the office.
“Don’t you worry, I’ll pick up these, love,” said Orlando’s neighbour Linda, patting him on the arm. “You’d best get after his nibs, he seems to have a burr up his arse today!”
If only she knew...
Orlando followed Eric past the rows of curious eyes. He kept his gaze averted, avoiding looking at anyone. He hoped they couldn't see how the butterflies in his stomach were frantically fluttering or the way his knees wanted to collapse with every step.
"We need to discuss your performance," Eric growled as he held his office door open.
Orlando licked his lips nervously and entered Eric's office with the deliberation of a man entering the lion's den. He so wanted to please the big man; he'd do practically anything, anything at all, but some things were a step too far.
Eric shut the door and locked it behind him: the sound of the key turning made Orlando's knees turn to jelly.
"My p - performance?" he stuttered. "Damn it Eric! Is that the best you could come up with?"
"What reason other than 'personal coaching' would I have for calling you in so often?" asked Eric in a rational tone that quite belied the gleam in his eye.
Orlando narrowed his eyes. "Makes me look like a bit of an idiot," he protested, but there was no heat in his voice. That had all gone somewhere else as soon as the door was locked.
"I wouldn't need to shut the door if we were only talking about your damn spreadsheets and risk assessments."
"I'll give you risk!" growled Orlando as he grabbed the lapel of Eric's jacket so that he could pull him close enough to kiss.
"You can give me anything you want," Eric retorted, "as long as it is hard and fast and now!”
"Demanding, aren't you? Perhaps you are the one who needs to learn something, patience perhaps?"
Orlando pressed the palm of his hand against Eric's crotch and was not at all surprised to find that Eric already had an erection of zip straining proportions. "You know, I think I should just go back to my work to demonstrate my diligence and leave you hanging."
Eric was aghast. "You wouldn't!"
Orlando smiled coyly and then rather spoiled his innocent expression by dragging one fingernail up the centre of Eric’s crisp cotton shirt and deviating to circle the hard nipple which was just visible through the fine fabric. "Not today," he agreed, licking his lips lasciviously before sinking slowly to his knees. "Now unzip like a good boy or I'm going to apply for a transfer to Group Accounts. You know Bean would love to get his hands on my vital statistics!"