Blackmail shows her True Side

[Last_Rider]

Shawn Anderson sat, eyes closed, fingers pressed into his temples. The dull glow of his computer screen illuminated his face harshly, the numbers that hummed silently on the screen had been tormenting him for hours.

Shawn was a mid-level worker at the company, but he took pride in his work, and this didn't meet his standards. He combed a hand through his light brown hair, heaving a sigh and checking the data one last time. If it just didn't add up again he'd have to go see his "boss."

"Just doesn't make sense,"

His voice was soft, but clearly frustrated by his current situation. Needing a distraction for a few moments, he pushed away from the desk and stretched his 6'1 inch frame. He looked at the ceiling, enjoying the quiet. He might be the only one left on the floor, well, except for his "boss" Sylvie Carrow.

A surge of frustration pulsed through him at the thought of her. She made his life so difficult. Not directly, she was decent enough at her job, not a total bitch, and easy enough to work with. The problem was everyone assumed he answered to her. Technically that was true, but only for one project. Beyond that they were equals, or at least supposed to be. He'd been working harder than usual recently, her quality had been slacking.

A light seemed to go on in Shawn's mind, and he quickly tapped a few more keys. There, his hazel eyes lit up as he finally made sense of his issues. He'd done everything right, it was her that had screwed up. He printed out a copy of the pages so he could show her, then stood.

He slowed, this was a pretty big mistake. If he hadn't caught it, it was the kind of thing that could cost someone their job. He moved very slowly, the gears in his head turning as he walked to her station.

"Sylvie, you got a minute."


((Closed for scarletnym))

 

[sfaigon]

Oops, sorry^^

 

[scarletnym]

She took another sip of her coffee, grimacing at the cold liquid before returning the mug to her desk. Sylvie slipped her earphones back in, letting the music playing on her computer distract her a bit from her work. She had been crunching numbers since seven o'clock that morning and was certainly feeling effects now that it was seven at night.

Her eyes drifted around her small work area, she had been with this computer for six years, having worked her way up to project manager, even if only on this one project. All the long hours, time spent away from her husband had been worth it. She picked up the picture of her the two of them on her desk. He was a handsome man, if not a bit heavier than when they were first married. That was the one thing she was very proud of, unlike a lot of women after marriage, she had not let herself go.

She looked down at herself, dressed in a black a-lined skirt, blue silk button down shirt, and liked what she saw. One of the few luxeries she allowed herself was her time at the gym. At 5'8", she was trim and fit, flat stomach, toned legs, with a firm bottom. Her long strawberry blond hair was pulled back from her face in a clip, showing her smooth, milky white skin and deep blue eyes. She knew she was pretty but wouldn't call herself gorgeous, but was happy with her appearance. Unfortunately, her husband didn't seem to notice much anymore, which was why she didn't mind working so much.

Sighing she got back to work, wondering who else was still left here at this hour. The only other person was probably Shawn. She always felt a little uncomfortable when she thought of him, knowing he was not happy with the way this project was set up. They were both at the same level, but she was lucky enough to get the supervisor role on this one. She tried not to treat him differently but knew the others in the office saw it that way.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do about that short of backing out of the project, which she would not do. She needed this recognition, hoping for a raise this year, finally. This project took so much of her time, she had to work extra to keep up with her other work. She never imagined just what was involved, nor did she think Shawn did.

She could only imagine what he thought of her work lately. Having to take care of all the other little things that went along with heading a project, she had to push more and more onto him. She didn't like it but that was part of the job she was told, learning how to delegate. Her eyes roamed the screen as she heard a voice, "Sylvie, you got a minute."

Pulling the earphones out, she turned to find Shawn standing in the entrance to her workstation. "Of course, Shawn. What's up?"

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn thought for a moment about how to deal with this. He'd come up with a basic plan before reaching her station, but was a little hesitant. This wasn't the kind of thing he did, it was very out of character.

"Sylvie, I think you should take a look at this."

He passed her the few pages and sat across the desk from her. She looked good, always had. Shawn had never gone for the pin-up type of woman, Sylvie felt much more real than that. She worked on her figure, but didn't flaunt it, not deliberately at least.

"I marked the most interesting information for you."

The dim lighting made the situation much more intimate than it had any right to be. The floor was big, and usually crowded with people scurrying about their daily lives. Now, the lights were almost all off, and it was silent as Sylvie looked over the pages. For all the open space, the two were in total seclusion.

Shawn stretched out, feeling some of the tension in his life float away. Tonight he'd get a measure of relief, one way or the other.

 

[scarletnym]

"Sylvie, I think you should take a look at this."

Looking up at him, curiosity plain on her face, “of course, Shawn.” She took the pages and began to flip through them. Hearing his comment, she glanced up quickly finding him watching her. She shifted a little in her seat and found the first marked lines.

Her eyes grew wide as she read through the numbers, her face flushing slightly. She had run these numbers just a few days ago for the large investment firm they were working with currently. It was a multi-million dollar contract, her very first high profile project and here she sat, looking at one of the biggest mistakes that could be made. She took a silent breath, schooling her face not to show any hint of nervousness.

“Shawn, I see there was an error made here by someone. It seems easy enough to correct, though. Why don’t you let me handle it and you can head on home for the evening.”

Her eyes met his as she finished and what she saw made her face grow pale. He was reclining calming in the chair, looking very content. She could see the small smirk forming on his lips, ones she had dreamed about once not to long ago. Clearing her throat quietly, “I think that will be all, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Enjoy the rest of your night.” She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath, as she waited for him to rise and go.

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn watched as the realization of her error crossed Sylvie's face. This was a big mistake, had he not caught it it would easily mean her job, as it stood he should report it.

"No Sylvie, that wont be all. We both know damn well what should happen here. Anything this big needs to be reported, and again we know what would happen. As it stands, you and I are the only ones who know how badly you screwed this up, and don't tell me it wasn't you. That insults my intelligence."

He sat forward in his chair, his eyes on her, something shifting in their depths. Normally Shawn would never act like this, he'd either totally ignore it or report it, but his life hadn't been that good recently. His desires were not being tended too, there's only so long you can take care of things like that yourself, and he was working long ass hours to help her.

"Now, we both know this would be your job if anyone else found out, so lets make a deal."

He raised a hand to cut off her babble about money.

"I make just as much as you Sylvie, and I'm better with numbers, clearly. I don't want money from you. First, I want your assurance that this will never happen again. This is shoddy work, and it reflects badly on me as well as you, consider that one a 'gimme' stipulation."

Shawn's eyes were different, more commanding now. He sensed her hesitance, but also knew she'd comply, that or be fired.

"Secondly, I want you. Anytime, any way I choose."

He sat back, arms folded over his chest, a small smirk on his lips as he locked eyes with her. He thought he detected a submissive tendency in her gaze, something for later though.

 

[scarletnym]

Her stomach jumped, when instead of leaving he began to explain to her what she already knew. She screwed up and big time. He was right that she would lose her job. This job was all she had, her life at home was a disappointment to say the least. She felt good when she came to work, proud of her accomplishments, enjoying the company of good people.

Unfortunately, he was also right about the shoddy work. She was so stressed with this project and some issues at home. Although she tried desperately not to let her personal life interfere with work, she couldn't help the thoughts running through her head. It wasn't as if she had a horrible life, it was actually pretty good. Her husband was a hard worker, they both kept the house neat, clean and presentable. He was kind to her, affectionate even.

It was the physical part of their relationship. He hadn't touched her in months, they hadn't had sex in even longer and when they did it was not very exciting. She had taken to using a toy she purchased online from one of those internet sites that sends your purchase in a brown wrapped box.

She felt a chill as his eyes seemed to shift, mentioning her job once again and a possible deal. A deal...money, he must want money, she thought. She began to tell him she would pay, but he cut her off. Her mouth clamped shut as he talked of her shoddy work once again. She was beginning to feel ashamed as he continued to insult her, knowing he was right. Her work was lacking lately, something she desperately needed to change, obviously.

Her face drained of color as she heard his second request. She watched in stunned silence as he sat back, smiling at her. Her mind was a blur, what was she going to do. She couldn't let him get away with this, but couldn't figure out just what to do. What she wouldn't admit was that part of her loved the commanding tone in his voice, the dark heat in his eyes. Clearing her throat quietly, she tried one last time. "Shawn, let's be adults about this, you can't blackmail me into sleeping with you. I'll fix the problem, talk to the partners about a raise for you and, " cringing as she continued, "suggest they make you the project manager of this project."

She took another deep breath, "But...I will not be some toy for your sexual pleasure, Shawn. Please, just take what I've offered, it's a good deal."

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn nodded, pretending to consider her offer. His eyes told the truth though, and he happily locked them with hers. She was stalling, or desperate, either way the result was the same.

"Sylvie, you're a smart girl, but clearly not the best listener. I don't want money, I don't want to be in charge of this, I don't want your help with my job. I want you."

He leaned forward, his eyes burning now.

"How ironic you'd choose to handle this like 'adults'," the double meaning of the word evident in his voice.

Shawn stood, moving beside her, his normal height advantage amplified now that she was sitting. He seemed to tower over her.

"I'm guessing you've had some personal shit screwing up your work performance, but I don't care, and I doubt any of the bosses would care either to be honest. Think about it, you either agree to my terms, or you lose your job, then your home life becomes all you've got."

He kept his eyes burning into her as he spoke, his gaze commanding, powerful, irrefutable.

"Those are your choices Sylvie, now I want an answer."

 

[scarletnym]

She knew when his eyes met hers, that she was not going to get out of this easily. He had thought this through, realized just what she had to lose and what he had to gain. She couldn't help but leaning back as he moved closer. His eyes held such an animal heat, his words filled with desire.

Her legs began to tremble as she watched him rise up and move toward her. She leaned her head back to meet his eyes, her lip pulling between her teeth. The fear in her belly was mixing with something else at his display of dominance. She had never seen him like this, so in control.

Shaking her head a bit, she tried to clear her head. His words left any doubt that he was serious and that he was guessing close enough to be right. Her breath came out in a rush, knowing what her answer had to be. She dropped her eyes, her fingers twisting in her lap. Her voice came out small and quiet, so different from her normal demeaner. "Please, I don't want to lose my job. I'll do what you want."

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn smiled at her, whether she knew it or not she was a natural submissive. The way she spoke, her body language, it showed the truth. The truth was that somewhere in her head, she needed this.

"Good girl."

He reached out slowly, not wanting to startle her. In this current frame of mind she was fragile, like a doe. He had no intention of making her run, but he also needed her. He forced his mind to quiet as his hand touched the side of her face.

"Now, lets start with you showing me what I've got."

Shawn took her hand and slowly pulled her to her feet. He knew how she must be feeling, but right now he didn't care. He was acting contrary to everything he knew, but didn't care. He hadn't had much of a social life lately, and jerking off a few times a week wasn't cutting it anymore.

"Take off your clothes Sylvie."

Part of him was screaming at him, trying to reason with him, knowing that this was the final threshold. He fought it down, not tonight dammit. Tonight he just needed this.

 

[scarletnym]

"Good girl."

Those two little words twisted her stomach, bringing her eyes up to his. She watched as he reached toward her, afraid of just what he would do now that she agreed. Her fear melted away just a little as his hand slid over her cheek. His touch was gentle yet held a force that made her aware of his control.

She was shocked when she allowed him to pull her up, trembling slightly at the thought of what he was asking. Her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth, she nibbled nervously. He wanted her to strip, right here in the office. She could tell by the look in his eyes that if she denied him anything, she would not get another chance.

Her eyes dropped, her hands raised up to her silk shirt and slowly began to unbutton it. Shrugging it off her shoulders she laid it across the back of her chair. With shaking hands she reached back to unzip her dress, unaware of how the motion thrust her breasts forward, displaying them for his view. The dress came down easily, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, bending to retrieve it before laying it on her shirt.

Her hands met in front of her almost concave stomach, fidgeting as she stood before him. Her black lace bra and matching panties contrasted nicely against her milky skin, the garters and stockings showing her legs off nicely. She made herself lift her eyes to his, her teeth still worrying her lip.

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn stared at her cleavage as it was pushed towards him, fighting the urge to reach and touch. He stared pointedly at her as she fidgeted in her state of undress. He sighed, feigning exasperation.

"All of it Sylvie."

He watched her, she moved to comply, but was so halting, so nervous. Perhaps he'd pushed a little too hard. Still, in one respect he didn't care.

Shawn took her wrists in his grip, moving her hands behind her back. He held them there with his left hand, his right moved to unclasp her bra. He didn't remove it, just left it hanging loose. Then he moved to her panties, pushing them far enough down her thighs that they would fall when she moved.

"Better, now finish it."

He released her hands, stepping back to let her continue.

"Garters in the work place Sylvie? Thinking of getting lucky tonight?"

 

[scarletnym]

She shivered a bit at his touch, a soft whimpering slipping out as he held her hands. Her eyes closed, feeling him begin to undress her as her face flushed red. She felt exposed as her panties were pushed down roughly. Opening her eyes, she watched him step back, lowering her gaze once more.

Her hands pulled the straps off her shoulders, revealing her full breasts, still very firm. She blushed deep at the sight of her nipples, hard and pink. Bending down, she pushed her panties to the ground, groaning as she stood. Her pussy was shaved almost bare, just a small patch remaining above her sex.

Shaking her head, she answered him softly, "No, Shawn. I...I just like the way they look." Knowing now that her choice definitely made it seem as if she were looking forward to something. She looked back up at him, her hands fiddling with the top of her stockings. "What more do you want of me?"

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn smiled, a bit softer, as she fiddled nervously. Something about it was so damn sexy, maybe it was just that he was used to women confident in their nudity and this was a change of pace.

He smiled at her nipples, knowing better than to simply assume she was excited because she had erect nipples, but liking it anyway. He wanted to touch, to caress, to explore her body. But not yet.

"Yes Sylvie, I want you to get me off."

He undid his belt, but left the rest to her. Her body was making him very hard, she was a damn attractive woman. Her mostly shaven sex surprised him, he'd expected trimmed, maybe bare lips, but she had only a tiny triangle above her slit.

It was pointing, almost an invitation.

"With your mouth."

He clarified his earlier order, his eyes sparkling as he looked her over. He wanted his gaze to pull at her emotions, making her feel a little dirty and desirable at the same time.

 

[scarletnym]

Her head flew up at his words. Was he serious, she thought, get him off, here in the office. She knew he was, obviously as he opened his belt. Her mouth dropped open, noticing the large bulge in his pants. She swallowed hard, knowing she could stroke him quickly to orgasm, wanting to get it over with.

The words that followed, stopped her cold. She had not given a man oral in years, her husband and her had stopped all but missionary. Her belly jumped at the thought, remembering the last time she had a man's cock in her mouth made her shiver.

She met his eyes, the look she saw made her cheek flush again and her belly twist deliciously. Moving slowly forward, she began to remove his pants, lowering herself to her knees as she slipped his pants off. Looking up at him, she pulled his underwear down, staring at him hard and stiff before her eyes.

A little knot of fear formed in her stomach at the thought of doing something wrong. It had been so long, she had forgotten everything she knew. Her lips trembled as she lifted her head, raising her eyes to his. Hoping he would understand and maybe help her not to feel like a fool.

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn watched her, her movements were hesitant, timid, and unsure. When he mentioned her mouth, he saw the panic in her eyes. She knelt, the very picture of desire, and then looked up at him.

"What's wrong Sylvie? Been a while has it?"

He wanted to comfort, to be gentle, to encourage her, that was his nature. He bit down the urge, his need was too great, his frustration with everything too powerful. He needed this, and he needed it now dammit.

"It's like riding a bike, you'll get the hang of it."

Shawn reached down, wrapping his hands into her silky locks, pulling her down over his erection. She resisted a little, then parted her lips as he slid his cock into her mouth.

She didn't gag, but he didn't force himself down her throat either. He stopped when the head of his cock was beyond her tongue, letting her get used to the feel.

"Let's see what you remember now that a dick is between your lips again."

 

[scarletnym]

Her faced flushed red at his words, embarassed that she was so unsure. She saw the look in his eyes and tenses as his hands pulled her roughly to him. A small whimper left her lips as he pushed into her mouth. He was so very hot and so silky against her tongue.

His words made her face heat up once more, her eyes closing tightly. She brought her hand up, gripping the end of him. There was so much still left out of her mouth, she didn't think she could fit him completely. Her tongue swirling tentatively around the head of him, feeling him twitch a little. She pulled back off of him, sliding her hand over his already hard shaft.

Swallowing hard, she leaned back in, taking more of him into her mouth. Her saliva began to coat him, making her slide easily over his cock. She began to move her hand along with her mouth, starting to find a rhythm, hoping if he came soon this would end quickly.

 

[Last_Rider]

He sensed her plan, she wanted him to cum quickly. Normally he wouldn't be opposed to that, but he wanted this to last. He'd dreamed about her before, and was very much enjoying her mouth.

"I bet you used to be very good at this, didn't you?"

Shawn release his right hand, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone. While she sucked his rigid pole, he took a picture of her face, her sweet lips around his cock. He tightened his grip as he did so, feeling his orgasm starting.

"Swallow it Sylvie, we can't leave evidence behind."

He took a few more pictures of her breasts, her body as she knelt, and her eyes as she sucked. He arched into her then, his balls pulling tight to his body, his cock swelled a little, then spurt into her mouth.

 

[scarletnym]

Sylvie tried to ignore the crass comment, knowing he was just trying to be cruel. She continued to slide her mouth over his hard cock, her mind drifting even as she fought against it. He was right, she used to be good at this, when her husband still cared about their sex life. They used to lay together after and he would not be able to stop praising her, telling her how wonderful her mouth felt on him.

She tried for a moment to remember the joy she used to get from having a man in her mouth. His cock rubbing over her tongue, so smooth and warm. Her lips sliding over him as she sucked gently. She remembered...her belly twitching and warming as her sex throbbed and ached to be taken. That is not what this was, she thought, this was blackmail, but she couldn't make that twinge go away.

Without realizing it she instinctively sucked a bit hard at his words. She felt him grow in her mouth moments for the first string of cum hit her tongue. He tasted delicious. Her hand stroked him, milking every drop out of his thick cock. She drank him down, her tongue sliding over his tip as he finished spraying. Her mouth kept working him gently after he finished cumming.

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn felt her continued motions, then gently pulled her to her feet. He looked her over again, something had changed. Nothing large, but she looked different, like she was both empowered and meek, a look he'd seen on several submissive girls he'd played with.

He wanted to kiss her, desperately, in that moment. He wound his hand a little tighter into her hair, then pulled her lips to his. They were soft, pliable, perfect lips. His tongue poked into her mouth, claiming her tongue.

The kiss wasn't as soft as he would have liked, but he also needed to still be strong, in charge. Consequently, his tenderness was simply a buried under-current to their kiss.

"You look good Sylvie, better on film though."

Shawn held up his phone, letting her see the pictures.

"Insurance. I want more of you Sylvie, and I think this will get me that."

He zipped up his pants, eyes still on her.

"You have a wonderful mouth, I can only imagine the pleasure you gave when you were more in practice. Tonight, I have an assignment for you, I want you to orgasm. I don't care how, or where, but it will be before sunrise, and I want you to think of this while you do it."

His hands helped her back into her clothes, caressing every curve at any opportunity. He loved the feel of her, so damn perfect.

"I've fixed your mistake, so the numbers are solid. I'll have a copy tomorrow for you, then we'll be one step closer to finishing."

 

[scarletnym]

She stood before him, panting just a little, her eyes glazed over with lust. Her breath caught against the sharp pull against her scalp as he claimed her mouth. She whimpered just a bit as he took her mouth once more, this time with his own. Her body relaxed against him, melting into the kiss, letting him take her.

He left her breathless, her lips still parted when he pulled away. She came out of her daze a little at the sight of herself on her knees with his large cock in her mouth. The fear came slithering back through her stomach as her pussy clenched. She couldn't help the reaction of her body as she stared at the picture.

Her eyes slid up to his as he began to speak. She felt another throb of pleasure pulse through her sex at his praise. Trying to focus she listened closely, her eyes growing wider with each word. Swallowing hard, she nodded her head, unable to answer.

She was surprised at his tenderness as he helped her dress. His hands sliding up her thighs, touching more than was needed when her panties were pulled on. She shivered a bit as his fingers traced up her stomach as he helped her on with her shirt. Her eyes met his, thankful that he kept his word and fixed the numbers. She couldn't help the feeling that gripped her at the thought of this ending but pushed it away quickly.

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn could sense her confusion. More than anything else, she didn't quite know what to make of everything that had happened. He'd been surprised to find her pussy damp as he'd helped her dress, just another thing she was forced to reconcile in her mind.

"I'm going home Sylvie, I can finish the last details there," he deliberately left his meaning ambiguous to her, "but I'll see you tomorrow."

This was so awkward, so different than what he usually did. He wanted to touch her again, to be close to her, but right now that was weakness. Maybe later he could indulge in those desires, but for the moment he needed to be strong, impervious, a slightly larger than life figure.

He placed his right hand along her face once, a caress before he left.

All the way home his mind was in a daze, he'd just blackmailed a co-worker into having sex with him. What the hell had he been thinking? He fought down the panic, if she went to their superiors, he'd ruin her career and her marriage. That might make him a total bastard, but it kept him safe.

"Ah hell," his voice was soft as it floated through his apartment. His empty apartment, as if needed another reminder of his rather unfulfilled existence. The memory of Sylvie was actually a bright spot, and he smiled at it before showering and heading for his computer.

 

[scarletnym]

She stood there in her little cubical after he had gone, still feeling his touch on her cheek. Finally coming out of her daze, she shut her computer down, grabbed her bag and walked to her car. His last comment had her mind reeling, what details could he be talking about.

Sylvie went through her evening as if on autopilot. Dinner was uneventful as always and her mind wandered back to her assignment. She tried to think of when she would be able to get some time alone. Her face blushed slightly, realizing she was a little excited at the thought.

After cleaning up from dinner, she sat down at the computer and worked for a couple of hours. Her mind was never far from the night's events. Finally she closed the files and signed off, still unsure how to accomplish her task. She went about her nightly routine, brushing her teeth, washing her face. Once finished she slipped on a tshirt, forgoing the panties and climbed in next to her already sleeping husband.

She closed her eyes and immediately flashed back. Her breath caught, remember the feel of him in her mouth, the delicious taste of his cum. She slid her hands to her thighs, knowing now how to do as he commanded. Her fingers slide over her throbbing clit as she thought back to the sound of his voice. His hand in her hair clenched her stomach tight. Her fingers slipped inside her pussy before sliding back out to stroke her clit, over and over. She bit down on her bottom lip as the orgasm took her. Her hips pushed up against her fingers until finally she collapsed against the bed.

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn woke early, his night hadn't been very restful, but he felt better than he had. His morning routine was duller than usual for some reason. The very life seemed to have been drained.

Before the mirror, shaving, he looked into his eyes. He didn't like what he saw. His eyes showed a scumbag, a man who blackmailed a co-worker into giving him a blowjob, took pictures, and threatened her family life.

He looked away.

The rest of his morning was spent on his computer, finishing the project. Before long he was fisting his eyes, the numbers seemed some enemy he had to conquer. Inexplicably, the image of Sylvie, on her knees, mostly naked, sucking his cock popped into his head.

It should have disgusted him, he should have shoved the image away. Instead he lingered on it, embraced it, sought to drink in every detail. When the image faded he smiled, the numbers had arranged themselves. Everything looked good.

The drive to the office seemed to take longer than usual, but he wanted to see her. As he walked through the lobby and into an elevator, he checked out his appearance. He wore a grey suit today, a maroon shirt under it and a black and gold tie. He looked ok.

Rather than head to his cubicle he sat outside hers, he had all the information he needed in his briefcase, and the thought of her brightened his day.

 

[scarletnym]

She slept soundly through the night and woke amazingly refreshed. Reaching over to hit the snooze, she realized she had woken before the alarm. Smiling softly to herself she turned off the alarm and climbed out of bed. She made her way through her morning routine, taking extra time in the shower to groom everywhere.

Sylvie could not believe how calm she was this morning. She knew that what he had done was one of the worst things she could think of but so was losing her job was not an option. After she dried off, she sat rubbing lotion into her soft skin and thought about what had happened.

She was shocked to see that it didn't disgust her and that she was actually looking forward to work. After styling her hair and putting on her makeup she stood in front of her closet in her bra, panties, stockings and garter trying to decide what to wear.

Finally she chose a knee length black wrap around dress with short sleeves and a flowing skirt that hugged her breasts and showed off her tight body. After slipping on her black heels she picked up her briefcase and travel mug of tea and left for work.

As she pulled into the parking lot her stomach began to twist, wondering if he decided she wasn't worth it and went to her supervisor instead. She made her way up to her floor, her hands trembling as she walked toward her cubical. Not even glancing to see if he was in she turned the corner and saw him sitting, waiting for her.

She walked past him with a barely audible hello before setting her briefcase down on the desk and looking up to watch him enter. Watching him she thought he looked quite charming today.