Amy never turned up, and a mildly frustrated Gregg went to sleep feeling rather discontent. Waking up the next day, however, he was more bothered about having his wicked way with Amy than anything else. Donning his snug work trousers, a tight black shirt and a crisp white tie. he looked in the mirror with his cocky grin, feeling his hard pecs through the stretched fabric. He could have done it all day, but he had a detour to make before work.
"Back again?" Rick's expression didn't give away whether he was happy about Gregg's return or not.
"Yeah." Gregg sat on the stool, shifting to get comfortable. He leaned with an elbow on the counter, giving himself a moment to look at the bulging bicep. It was difficult not to. "I want to know what shit you put in those smoothies."
"Oh... yes, you had two didn't you?" Rick gave an idle glance around the shop - nobody was in, never in the early hours of the morning. He didn't digress, though.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Gregg growled, sitting up again and smoothing his shirt.
"Oh, nothing." Rick replied in that neutral tone. "If you come back later, say, around five, I will have a full list of ingredients for you. You could even make it yourself."
"As if I'd want to", Gregg muttered as he left. Sitting back down in the car, he was aware that he was sat a little too close to the steering wheel. He'd moved it forward as a twelve year old... he moved it back even further and drove to work.
"Mr Chambers, I'd like to see you in my office please." Amy hadn't even stopped to address him as she stalked past his desk and disappeared up the lift to her office. Gregg raised an eyebrow, got to his feet and swaggered after her. It wasn't as if nobody else knew what was going on... heck, Gregg knew at least two others who Amy saw regularly. He frowned at his size 11 shoes, which felt tighter than he liked. They were new, though.
Amy sat on her desk, looking Gregg up and down as he entered the room. He'd spent the trip up the lift imagining what he'd do to Amy; he had trouble containing his boner. Not that Amy hadn't seen it all before.
"I don't know what the hell went off last night" Amy said with a more bemused tone than Gregg liked, "But I'm glad to see you're looking as good as ever." She licked her lips almost unconsciously. "If not better."
As Gregg stood there looking down at Amy, her shirt not-so-subtly unbuttoned to expose her best assets, he had a hard time preventing himself from jumping on her there and then. Amy seemed to know what he was thinking - she smiled. "You know I love it when you wear those clothes" She said, "But perhaps you should move up a size." This brought Gregg;s attention to his shirt - the top button was undone, and it felt tighter than before.
"I've been hitting the gym hard, like you wanted me to" He replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow. He adjusted his stance unconsciously, though he did notice his shoes felt even tighter.
Amy was about to say something when her phone rang. "What is it?... Oh, right. I'll be right there." HAnging up, she got to her feet and stood before Gregg, looking up at him and letting her hands stray to his crotch. Damn, he wanted her so badly right then. "I have some business to attend to. I'll be back in a minute." She gave him a squeeze and slipped out the door, shutting it with a final click.