Jim @ Ali's<br/><br/>Jim nearly gulped when Ali moved to allow him access to her computer.  He liked to think that he didn't stare down women's shirts all the time, but there was no way he couldn't take a passing glance at her cleavage as she leaned.  Bolstering himself, he dove into the work, not letting her see the effect she was having on him.  He wasn't about to lose it because of a pretty face and pretty legs and a pretty ass...He commanded himself to stop it.<br/><br/>"I've been here 5 years, I enjoy the v...work."  Jim proceeded to explain the computer system, passwords and protocols for a few minutes, slowly warming up to Ali and getting rid of the stammer.  Finally he finished and went to stand back up and leave, but accidentally caught himself on the chair and threw himself off balance, stumbling into Ali.  He wasn't sure what he touched, but it was soft.  Beating a hasty retreat, he apologized, "I'm so sorry, stupid chair.  Anyway if you have any problem at all just call IT and ask for Jim."  And he was gone out of cubicle block and breathing again.<br/><br/>Jim @ Bree's<br/><br/>Jim took five minutes to catch his senses back and then headed to Bree's cubicle.  His first thought was that the company was certainly hiring prettier women these days.  Bree was pretty, a girl next door look about her, and Jim found himself naturally trying to a little flirty.  He wasn't, but he tried.  "Hi, I'm Jim.  Your friendly neighborhood IT guy, here to set you up with all your computer needs.  Can I sit down?"