After the morning sex with Jill, it was not easy to go back to work and concentrate on design and form beyond her petite enchanting body.
I had retreated to my office with views out the front of the house instead of hanging around sneaking peeks at the pool in back of the house. When I came out to the kitchen for lunch, I noticed Jill's SUV was gone. I found a handwritten note on the counter, in a neat rolling style without too much frill.
"Shopping for interviews, be back later. I'll cook if you are dessert," it said. I finished lunch, and while I wondered if I would look better sucking in my gut, I read the note again.
I spent the afternoon building scale models for an office complex, feeling less than nimble as I put small trees on fake grass. It must have been about 4:30 when I heard a tapping at the door.
"Come in," I called as I looked up from the mockup.
Jill entered wearing a gray business suit, with a skirt cut just above her knees, suit jacket and light green buttoned blouse. She carried a portfolio and walked straight up to me to shake my hand.
"Hello, I am here to interview for the assistant's job," she said, firmly holding my hand and then letting her nails lightly scratch the palm as she let go.
"I see, Miss..."
"No, please call me Jill," she said.
"Well, Jill, why don't you have a seat, please. Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Tea?"
"No thank you, I have been out and about all day, caffeine is the least of what I need," she said.
As I pulled a chair across from my desk out for Jill, she ran her slim fingers over my hand and sat down. By the time I had walked to my chair, she had loosened the top two buttons of her blouse.
"Now then, Jill, what is it that attracted you to this job?" I asked.
