The Christmas Story

by

Heather Alexander

 

What to wear I looked over my wardrobe something sexy and striking but nothing fitted the description, I would have to go shopping.

I went through a number of designer boutiques and found a number of sexy little numbers she was sure to like.

Slipping it on I stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired myself; I was wearing a very sexy figure hugging red dress that would go down a real treat at the Christmas party, though not the official one. Which was a couple of weeks away but the unofficial one held a few days before Christmas. It was the just the office staff the official one was more of a corporate event; all the major clients got an invite and all the top bosses were there for a spot of networking, it was a very sedate and conservative affair. I had already picked out a royal blue ball gown for that but wanted something a little bit more risqué and vampy for the unofficial one. This dress was certainly that so I took them both it was a bit expensive, 'there goes my Christmas bonus and December's salary' I said to myself as I handed over my credit card the shop assistant smiled as he took the card.

I left the shop and quickly walked out of the shopping centre and went home.

Closing the front door behind me I walked through to the bedroom and hung up my new dresses in the wardrobe; the sexy little red number stood out among the pronominally blacks and whites of my wardrobe. I couldn't wait for the party to come round I wondered what her reaction would be to see me in that dress.

A couple of days later I was at work I was heading up from the records room to my desk, I was in the elevator alone waiting for it to reach my floor when it stopped a couple of floors down and the doors opened and Nicola Bailey stepped in. She smiled to me and I politely smiled back at her; I was trying to keep calm and composed on the outside while on the inside I wanted to scream you see I had a major crush on Nicola she was a rising star in the company deputy head of marketing.

She looked right at me I could feel those blue eyes burn right through me.

"So are you looking forward to the Christmas party?" she asked me, which broke an awkward silence in the elevator.

"Oh Yes, " I replied trying not to blush, "and are you looking forward to the party?" I added sending the question back to her, suddenly very interested in her reply.

"Well it depends the official one can be mind numbingly boring all that shop talk having your ear bent by people you've spent most of the previous year avoiding. While the office party is a real laugh, so I'm hopping that it will be again this year I find it really makes up for the official one. What about you?" she asked.

For a second I couldn't think of what to say my heart was going at 100 miles an hour , "yes, yes I do think the office party is more enjoyable than the official one," I replied. I was going to ask her if she would be bringing her boyfriend along when the elevator stopped and she got out, I wanted to run after her but my legs wouldn't follow the brain impulses to move, then the elevator doors closed and it continued up to my floor. Waiting there I could feel my legs turn to jelly I nearly sank to the floor, but I managed to compose myself just as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, which was just in case two young executives were standing there waiting to get in, I stepped past them and walked down the hallway to my office.

I collapsed into my chair and sat there letting my heart slow down.

"What's the matter with you?" David said as he walked into the office.

"Nothing David," I replied sitting up in the chair and looked straight at him.

"Could you come with me I need your help?"

"Sure," I replied standing up I walked over and joined him. "So what is it?" I asked him.

"I've been told to take the refreshments into a meeting I need your help to do it there are twelve people in there," he said.

"Great," I replied under my breath.

"What did you say?" he replied.

"Nothing," I said.

We went and picked up the trolley with the cups and biscuits and pushed it over to the door; where he knocked.

"Come in," a voice said.

He pushed open the door and pulled the trolley in after him I pushed it in we entered one of the large conference rooms. Looking around I could see a large mahogany desk surrounded by twelve women; I could feel that they were checking me out. It wasn't an entirely new experience for David or I it happens all the time. I picked up a cup and took it round to one of the women and placed it in front of her, I smiled to her then went back to the trolley for another cup. We systematically went round the table first with the tea or coffee and then with the biscuits after we were done then we left the room.

"Don't ask me to do that again I'm a clerical worker not a waiter," I said.

"Okay but do you think that I like it either the way they look at us. I feel like there mentally undressing me and it makes me feel uncomfortable," David said as we walked back to the office.

We spent the rest of the day working on the filing.

I arrived home and after eating I sat down and watched television for the rest of the night. Then I went up to bed and got changed, I buttoned up the shirt of purple satin shorts suit I got into bed and switched off the lights.

I drifted off to sleep and started to dream; it was the one I had been having for the last six months, ever since I first set eyes on Nicola…

 

I was sitting in the back of a limo; I looked over and Nicola was sitting beside me, I smiled at her she smiled back and squeezed my hand.

Looking down I noticed that I was dressed in a black off-the-shoulder ball gown. Looking at Nicola I could see that she was dressed in a black tuxedo and black bow tie, she reached her had up and ran her fingers around the collar of he shirt.

"I hate being dressed up like a penguin," she said.

The limo pulled up outside the corporate headquarters building the driver got out and opened the back door. Nicola got out and she helped me out of the limo she slipped her arm round my waist and we walked through the entrance hall of the building it was heavily decorated; with a floor to ceiling Christmas tree. There were unemouros waiters; they were all a attractive young men dressed in sexy little Santa suits all sporting the same fixed smile.

Nicola picked up two long stemmed champagne flutes from a tray held by one of the waiters, she handed one of them over to me.

"I suppose I'd better start circulating around the room?" she said then she walked over to a group of older women, I watched her go and gave a little smile.

"So she's off already," a voice said from behind me I turned round and came face-to-face with Paul Stewart or Mr. Beverly Stewart, Beverly Stewart was the finance director and she was over in that small group joined by Nicola.

"Yes," I replied.

"It's always the way. They use us as arm candy till they get in here then they leave us and go and start networking with their colleagues and the clients," Paul said.

"So is this how it will be?" I asked.

He smiled and put a hand on my shoulder, "yes for the most part but it has certain compensations. Your new to all this I mean being a corporate spouse rather than just a boyfriend. There's a lot more expected of a husband than a boyfriend. Why don't you come and join the rest of us and you can become a member of the brotherhood," he said then he guided me over to the group of husbands.

  

  

  

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