Dahlia, or Lia as her co-workers at the office knew her as hated the rush to Christmas. She worked in a high rise building as a secretary to one of the managing directors of an advertising company. Advertising plus Christmas was a match made in Hell in her opinion. Every man and his dog wanted advertising it seemed. They wanted the biggest and best, the wanted the most popular advertising billboards around the country and the most promotion online and it needed to be done as of yesterday. The staff that handed all of the office work and such had been flat out since the end of October getting ready for this and now in the first week of December things were getting heated. Dahlia had the unenviable job of receiving the comments and complaints and diplomatically handling them by a polite reply or sending further down the chain to whichever respective part of the company handled it. On top of that, of which was a huge task in itself per day with easily over 150 new emails per day of people wanting updates on their advertising or to lodge a complaint, she also had to answer calls, emails and schedule meetings for her boss, Jackson.
Tuesday morning was proving to be just as busy and troublesome as she walked into Jackson's office with a stack of memos and documents in her arms and slumped down in the chair opposite his desk. Jackson looked up from his computer and took in her exasperated expression and smiled a little. He respected Dahlia and all the work she did around the year but the festive season had been his favourite to watch her work in for the last two years. She always seemed to be right on the line of chaotic control and yet despite always seeming slightly dishevelled she produced exemplary work on time every time. The only downside to that is that every January following Christmas she took three weeks sick leave to recover from the burnout she had spiralled herself into over the previous months.
"Progress update?" He asked her, and he had barely gotten the words put before Dahlia was off on her summary and handing sheets over his desk and explaining things at a great rate of knots. It was about halfway in when he had tuned out to her words and was watching her body language and mouth instead. Dahlia was fucking sexy. She dressed smartly and formally but from the generous curve of her breasts by the way her shirt sat and the slight peak at a modest amount of cleavage over the button teased him. Her eyes were always so bright and sparky and her mouth... The things he longed to do to that mouth.
He got up from his desk abruptly interrupting his secretary's rambling to walk around the desk.
"Uh-," Dahlia paused her speech confused as she watched Jackson go to the door and shut it. "Jackson, sir, in all due respect I think you missed the last few points I had here..."
She had watched Jackson's every move, telling herself off internally for being so fixated on him. She couldn't help it though, he looked so damn good in his suit pants and white shirt, with his toned body filling it out in all the right places. She wished she could see the rigid abs that were no doubt beneath it and run her fingers down her chest and further. When he made a slight clearing of his throat she directed her attention back to his face although her eyes did catch a little on his chiselled jawline before they settled on his sharp, attentive eyes.
"As much as I appreciate all of the work you've done for the last month in the build up to Christmas I am worried you are still attacking this like a bat out of hell and are going to run yourself into the ground like you did last Christmas season which is not good for you and is simply useless to me." He told her with a gentle yet firm tone.
Dahlia had the good grace to lower her eyes in slight embarrassment at being called out. No wonder he had stepped up to shut the door, he wanted to reprimand her in private with no one else listening in.
"I'm really sorry Jackson, I just get so caught up in it. I barely have time to sit still for a cup of coffee these days but I don't want to let you down by slacking off. There are things to be done and clients to be kept happy you know!" She said it with an upbeat tone but she watched her boss's expression, bracing herself for the response she knew wouldn't agree with what she had just said.
"I know its a busy time and I appreciate absolutely every second of effort plus all of the extra thought you put into your work to make sure it is completed to an exemplary standard," Jackson started and watched as the woman in front of him blushed at the compliment.
"But," he continued on, his voice taking a stern and dominant tone, "I will not stand for watching you run yourself to ruin over work. As your boss I am going to take some of your workload and organise it other places and give yourself an hour free every day to come and sit in my office and drink coffee, eat your food, read a book - whatever you do when you are not working and I will monitor you doing that until I can trust you will take those breaks on your own. Does that seem fair to you?"
Dahlia wanted so badly to protest, "I am capable of doing all the work given to me!" She defended herself, but Jackson was shaking his head and he got up from his desk and went around it until he was standing in front of her, leaning against the desk just a little. "You are not hearing me." His eyes possibly a little too obviously ran over her chest while they were in closer proximity before they snapped back to her eyes, "I am not doubting your ability. I am simply giving you a break to reward you for everything you have done so far - and it is not up for debate."
Dahlia looked up at him, her breath hitching just a little as she noticed him look at her breasts and saw his eyes darken a little when he next spoke.
"Jackson, sir..." She still wished to protest and Jackson sighed loudly, his tone slightly exasperated now.
"Dahlia, please refrain from arguing with me on this or Heaven forbid I will *make* you stop arguing with me in a way that the general office rules would frown upon." Jackson's tone was dark and filled with a promise of corruption of her sweet curved body although his words did not necessarily say anything about sexually doing anything but his eye contact and tone of delivery inferred it very heavily.
Dahlia's words stilled in her mouth and her eyes whipped to his, her hands fidgeting at her sides restlessly at his words.
"Uhm," she stuttered a little to find any words to say and Jackson reached out to touch a hand to her fidgeting ones which immediately stilled upon his touch.
"The choice is entirely yours Dahlia but I would strongly suggest getting up and locking the office door and then coming and sitting back down - I don't want any interruptions in here that might make you feel the need to work and you need a break." He watched her contemplate her choices before ever so quietly she got up and went and locked the shut door before coming and sitting back down. Dahlia had the feeling that he may have not entirely been honest about her just taking a break and chilling out in his office and as she'd locked the door her heart had accelerated a little bit in hope that maybe his strong body may just sweep her in his arms and proceed to make out with her before making love on the desk.
