He led me through to the lounge and I passed him the champagne. “Is this for before or after?” he chuckled. “Whenever you like, remember it’s...your night.” I replied “Ok, we’ll have it later. I’m drinking wine would you like a glass, it’s not bad?” he asked. “Sure I think I could do with a drink.” “Why, are you nervous? I didn't think you were the nervous type.” “No, I’m not nervous, are you?” “Well I’m not as nervous as I thought I’d be, I’ll put that down to you.” We had a couple more. About a week after my termination announcement, I began receiving anonymous letters at the office. They were printed so I couldn’t guess whose handwriting it was.All those letters had a common thing about an anonymous woman. (I did hope it was a woman. I am perfectly straight) Describing her liking towards me and how she wanted to do something about it. I tried my best to investigate who was this anonymous woman but I couldn’t find out.On the 9th day of those letters, I got yet another letter. The skirt was way too short, and the low cut blouse barely concealed the treasures beneath it. He could tell that she was wearing stockings.“Come on in, Amber.”“My date ended early,” Amber said. She held out a paper bag and added, “I brought a little something to drink.”Dexter accepted the bag from her. He looked inside. A glance at the label was sufficient to identify the source of the wine.“German wine?”“I don’t really feel like going out. How about we just drink a little wine and talk?”. As they continued to work Candice’s hair started to come loose from its bindings. A large chunk fell into her eye, since her hands were full, Sean moved it for her. She smiled, but continued to work. She was attracted to Sean, but had seen his previous girlfriends, and figured she was not his type. Candice was getting heated from the heavy labor, so she took off her gray jacket to reveal a sleeveless purple blouse beneath with a deep V-neck. She had a black bra on that peeked out every now and.