Player Haters by Carl Weber Read Free Book Online Page B

Marge, my secretary of five years, was to me. I’d been so damn paranoid when Jeanie first started talking I’d barely even thought about her real message. Poor Marge. She was in her early sixties, and I knew a broken bone was no joke for someone that age.
    “Is she okay?” I asked.
    “From what I could tell over the phone, she’s fine.”
    “All right. I’m gonna have to give her a call after my sales meeting. See if there’s anything she needs.” I glanced at my watch, then shuffled all my reports into a folder. I walked around my desk and asked Jeanie, “So in the meantime, what am I gonna do for a secretary? You gonna transfer somebody over from another department?”
    I gestured toward the door and we headed out of my office.
    “Sorry, Wil. No one’s available right now. We’re gonna give you a temp until Marge gets back.”
    “A temp?” I stopped at the door and stared at her. “I don’t have time to break in a temp. We’re getting ready to go into the busy season. Why don’t you transfer somebody from another division?”
    “Wil, we just had a ten percent reduction of staff in every department. There is nobody we can transfer. You’re just gonna have to make do with a temp.”
    She walked out of my office. I followed, about to protest, but that’s when I noticed the large, very attractive sister sitting at Marge’s desk. She smiled at me, and I straightened my tie self-consciously. If her work was as good as her looks, my department was going to be in good shape, ’cause this woman was fine.
    “Wil Duncan, I’d like to introduce you to Maxine Graves. Maxine is going to be your secretary until Marge returns.”
    Maxine stood up, offering me a cup of coffee and a brownie. “Here you go, Mr. Duncan, light with three sugars, just the way you like it.” I took a sip of the coffee and smiled at her.
    “How’d you…?”
    “I hope you don’t mind,” she answered before I could even finish my question, “but I took the liberty of calling Marge. I asked her to give me a few hints on how to make our transition as smooth as possible. I may only be a temp, but I take pride in my work. Now you need to run along or you’re gonna be late for your sales meeting.” She motioned with her hand like a mother shuffling her kids off to school. I glanced at Jeanie, who was grinning from ear to ear.
    “You heard the woman, Wil. You need to get going.” Jeanie picked up a brownie from the box on Maxine’s desk and laughed. So did I as I headed for my meeting. Ms. Maxine was going to do just fine.
     
    By the time I finished my sales meeting, it was just about lunchtime. I didn’t have any plans for lunch so I decided to grab a newspaper and head on over to one of the local restaurants. I liked to get away from the office crowd every once in a while, especially after tense sales meetings.
    “Maxine, I’m going to lu—” I never finished my sentence, because when I walked out of my office, I was too mesmerized by the shapely beauty of Maxine’s backside. She was bent over, picking up a file, and her tight black skirt was stretched across one of the finest asses I’d seen in years.
    “Did you say something, Mr. Duncan?” Maxine quickly stood to face me. When we made eye contact, my high-yellow face turned bright red. I’m sure she knew why I was blushing, too, because she tugged at her skirt, grinning as she sat down at her desk. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Duncan?”
    “Ah, no. I just wanted to let you know I was going to lunch. I’ll be back in about an hour.”
    “Okay. Well, you enjoy your lunch. I’m about to have lunch myself.” She smiled, unwrapping what looked like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
    “Maxine, is that what you’re having for lunch? Peanut butter and jelly?” I eyed the sandwich as she picked it up.
    “Yeah, that’s what I’m having. I like peanut butter and jelly.” She took a bite of the sandwich, then dropped it on her desk. “Oh, who the