This is a patently romantic story, told exclusively through Maggie's eyes; Maggie is an attractive, confident, intelligent, well educated young woman on the first rung of the corporate ladder. She finds herself increasingly attracted to---almost obsessed with---her new boss, a married man ten years her senior. Maggie is not a slut; she enjoys sex and likes men, but has always been very selective. As the story begins, her business, romantic and sexual life are all at a low ebb.
The, 'dirty parts' of the story for over 90% of it, are essentially confined to Maggie's increasingly erotic thoughts and musing as her attraction to Steve intensifies. The real sex is near the end; it is hot, passionate and adventurous, but also intensely romantic.
Maggie Phillips pulled into the parking lot of her company's local office. She had worked for the company for over eleven months; she had become more than a little disillusioned. She had a first class education from an Ivy League university, graduating Magna Cum Laude. She had an MBA from a top Southwestern business school, ranked as one of the best in the nation. She'd gone there to get away from the damned weather in the Northeast. The weather here, where she was now working, wasn't that hot either.
The company had made her a very generous offer to come onboard as a sales representative, selling their extensive line of high tech products. The founder and chairman had won her over immediately. It had seemed like such a neat company when she interviewed a year earlier at the corporate offices. The realities of the company's, 'true' culture had quickly become evident in this, medium sized city, 'outpost'.
Maggie got an MBA for her father. He never pushed her, but she was daddy's girl. He was a businessman and she would become a business woman. Her mother was a moderately successful writer and could easily have lived quite comfortably on what she made writing. Writing was Maggie's true passion. She could have continued to sponge off her parents, they weren't hurting financially, and tried her hand at a writing career. That was not Maggie. She was independent, assertive and confident in her own ability. Ultimately, she knew she wanted a family—a husband and a couple of kids. At the moment her prospects weren't very good in that department.
In college, she had dated regularly; in both college and grad school, she had been sexually active. She was certainly not a slut, but if she did say so herself, she was pretty damned good in bed. She gave Olympic Gold Medal head. She was not afraid to try different things. She liked men and she liked to fuck. Since grad school, her sex life had deteriorated significantly. Here in this dismal city, she had an on and off relationship with a guy that it would have been hard to call a real, 'boyfriend'.
Maggie didn't chase men, men chased her; few of them caught her, however. She was a strong young woman, like her mother must have been, and she found few men strong enough to make her happy. She had, through college, had more male friends than female friends; most of those friends were, 'buddies' not lovers.
She had her share of lovers in college, but had yet to find that man who could be her friend and her lover. Somewhere out there was a man who wouldn't be intimidated by her strength, brains and beauty; there had to be that special someone who you just enjoy being around---want to grow old with. Whoever he was---wherever he was---he also would have to make her melt in the sack. He would have to be that man who couldn't keep his hands off her, nor would she be able to keep her hands off him. Maggie made no apologies for her libidinous nature. She loved sex, hated being without it, but wanted more than a roll in the hay as she thought about her future.
Maggie was a looker; some might even say a 'knock-out'. She turned heads. In heels, she was taller than most men. She hit a golf ball farther and a tennis serve harder than most of them did. She had a quick wit and an irreverent playfulness; she knew that, too often, she intimidated men. As she drove to the office today, she was pretty sure that she didn't have a decent prospect of getting laid this weekend. And certainly, even if she got lucky, it was doubtful to be a great fuck.
She had some work to do in the office, but was here primarily to meet her new boss, the new sales manager. The previous sales manager had been a total jerk. He was sexist and condescending; he hadn't done his job very well, at least from her perspective. His primary job was to help the newer sales reps succeed. The recently departed ass hole had spent most of his time playing golf and schmoozing the senior reps and the Vice President---another completely clueless jerk. He treated the office staff like crap and had seldom, if ever, traveled with her, or many of the other young reps in his short, seven month tenure. He had been promoted, which astounded her; it surprised everyone that worked out of this office.
So who was the new guy? The VP had sent out the traditional memo, 'welcoming him to the team', a few days earlier. He was older than his predecessor; based on the dates listed for major life accomplishments, she guessed he was in his thirties, maybe as old as thirty-five. Thirty-five, that sounded really old to Maggie; hope he doesn't use a walker, she joked with herself.
He had been promoted very quickly from the field; she assumed this reflected the fact that he had not come to work for the company right out of college, had previous experience in the marketplace and that he had done very well in his field position. Maggie was twenty-five, more than half way to twenty-six. Maybe she'd die a spinster; based on her current love life, it was not out of the realm of possibility.
The new guy, she was sure his name was Steve Something, had graduated from a top Southern University noted for its engineering school. She dealt with a lot of engineers in her work; they could be a pretty dull and dry lot. He had an MBA from a respected, Midwestern school; it was one of the top business schools in the nation.
He had served in the military, as a pilot, she recalled and had served in combat. He was married, she remembered. She also had heard that his wife and family---if he had a family---weren't going to make the move with him. This was a little unusual, but not unprecedented, since this rung on the career ladder never lasted more than a year. Maybe Mrs. New Sales Manager had her own career and didn't want to give it up. Maybe they had kids in school.
Maggie checked her makeup in the rear view mirror. She examined her reflection in the mirrored glass at the front of the building. She knew she was at least an eight on the 'hotness' scale, and on her best days, approached the ten range. She had a full head of naturally wavy, dark blond hair---her true color. Her breasts were small, a good 'B' cup, and certainly 'perky'.
She didn't have model looks, but did have wide-set, deep blue eyes, decent cheekbones and a great smile. Her legs were long and tanned and her butt turned heads wherever she went. This was her best business suit and she looked both professional and sexy when she wore it. She'd had her share of passes from the lecherous older reps in the sales force; the VP routinely undressed her with his eyes, as did some of her least enjoyable customers.
Maggie reflected again on the fact that she really didn't like this city. She missed the camaraderie and friendship of college and grad school. Dating was complicated. She wondered why she didn't just end it with the, on again off again, 'boy friend'; he was not great in the sack and was beginning to bore her with his predictability. There was one other girl her age in the sales force, but they had little in common. The office girls were nice and she genuinely liked them, but clearly knew it would not be appropriate to, 'hang out' with them.
She greeted the receptionist at the front desk warmly and made her way to her customer service rep, or at least the woman she, 'shared' with two other reps. This lady had been more helpful to her than anyone else in the place. After exchanging pleasantries and resolving some customer issues, she cautiously asked the older woman---old enough to be her mother, she assumed--- about the new guy.
"So, what's he like?" She asked, almost in a whisper.
"On first impression, he seems very nice." The woman replied. "He took the time to come in early and spend time with all of the office staff. He went around to every desk and introduced himself. He unquestionably got a couple of the younger ones very wet. He paid attention and maintained eye contact. He appears to be exceptionally knowledgeable about our products---knows the technicals inside and out. He's definitely an improvement."
