"That lays out our strategy for this coming quarter. Any follow-up questions?" Eve gestured to the PowerPoint as the meeting finished. She silently hoped that no one had any questions. Eve had three more meetings this afternoon to get to. Thankfully, nobody spoke up.
"Alright, if you have any questions after this meeting, my email is always open. We can adjourn."
She gestured for Chris to take over. The tall IT began unplugging and packing up her laptop. Eve barely spared him a glance as she walked out of the meeting room towards her next task. She found the IT manager, Bob, waiting for her in the hallway.
"What can I do for you, Bob?" Her heels clicked against the hard floor in a fierce staccato.
"You could stop stealing my employees to sit through your meetings for a start. You having issues pluggin' in a laptop?" Bill was huffing as he struggled to keep up with her. His thick-rimmed glasses fogged up from his breathing.
"That's what the interns and your assistant are for. My people have important work to do."
"Oh, Bob, Chris volunteered. He is so accommodating. He can easily reach the projectors; those big, strong arms and hands are perfect." She shook herself midstride, imagining what else Chris could do with those hands. Eve wore her suit jacket open, and the shake caused her breasts to shake slightly. She smiled somewhat as Bob's eyes fell to her chest. Eve slowed as they reached the door of her office. As she turned to open the door, she could feel Bob's eyes on her ass. A classic pencil skirt and pantyhose perfectly outlined her fit body.
"Well... just try to set up your meetings yourself from now on. You may be the boss, but you can't just misuse my staff because you feel like it."
A smile spread across Eve's face. Its glint would make the big bad wolf jealous. She held the door handle and leaned slightly against it. Her body brushed the sign on the door, which read "Evelyn Sharpe, C.E.O."
"Well Bob, I think your staff are plenty efficient and maybe appreciate having an easy task now and then. However, if you have an issue with how I run things, you can always take it up with the board."
Bob grumbled and turned to leave. "...as if I could go before those sycophants."
Eve let the smile drop as he walked away but kept the joy in her voice.
"Say hello to your wife for me!"
She opened the door to her office and sat down behind her desk, idly checking her emails. Eve was not reading them. Eve smiled again, letting her mind drift from Bob to Chris's big hands. She shifted a little in her seat, letting her imagination wander. Imagining them wrapped around her throat. A hand strayed to her thigh as she thought about his strong legs pushing himself into her.
A knock pulled her out of her fantasy. She flattened her skirt and straightened up.
"Come on in."
Chris walked in carrying her laptop case. Her eyes drank him in before she caught herself. He stood out in the IT department. Chris was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. A short beard highlighted a rugged jawline. His shoulders strained against the white button-up he wore when he moved. He wore short sleeves that allowed his powerful forearms freedom. Based on his ass and thighs, he did not skip leg day. Eve made a mental note to ask what his routine looked like.
"Thank you for your help, Chris. I appreciate it."
"Oh, no problem. It's nice to take some time away from telling our employees to turn their equipment off and on again.
Chris laid the laptop case next to her desk. He gave a wink and smiled at her.
"If you need any more help. Just ask me."
Eve watched him walk out the door, her eyes imitating the world's fastest elevator.
You can help by letting me rip that shirt off those toned shoulders.
"I certainly will, Chris. Thank you again."
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Later that day, Eve was heading back to her office after her final meeting. She walked in the door as her phone rang. It was her husband. She rolled her eyes and answered.
"Hello."
"When are you going to be home? It's six."
"My last meeting ran late, Jared. I have a few big projects to work on. I won't be home until late."
"Of course. The job always comes first."
Eve sighed. "Nothing new, Jared. It's the busy season. I have to stay."
"Okay." He hung up.
Eve flung her phone across her desk as she reached her office. She slumped in her office chair.
Fucker hasn't touched me in weeks, barely pays attention to me when I am there, and has the guts to nag me about coming home.
She turned to her computer but just stared at the screen. She needed something to take her mind off Jared. She looked up to catch Chris walking past her office.
Fuck it.
"Chris, could you come here for a moment?"
Chris's head reappeared in the doorway. "Yes?"
"Are you heading home soon? I wouldn't want to keep you."
"Oh, Bob had me stay late. No one else could stay." Chris shrugged.
Eve made a mental note to look into that later. "Come in then and close the door if you would. Chris obeyed and sat on one of the chairs facing her desk.
"You're a hard worker, Chris. I bet everyone else told him no."
Chris shrugged again. "Overtime is part of the job. When it gets busy, someone has to work late. You're the boss, and you're still here."
Eve gave her wolfish smile again. "It's a little different for me. I love working, but my husband is less enthusiastic about the long hours. What about you? Do you have a partner worrying about you?"
Chris looked surprised at the personal direction of the conversation. He did not seem put off by her question.
"I'm single at the moment. So what did you need? You didn't call me here just to chat, did you?"
Eve stood and walked around the desk to sit on top of it. She slowly crossed her legs and watched Chris' eyes follow the motion.
"Honestly, that is precisely why I called you in here. I needed a distraction. I hope you don't mind. I also have an offer for you."
Chris looked up from her legs.
"I am okay with that. Just as long as you can cover for me when Bob gets on my case. Let's talk about this offer."
Eve uncrossed her legs again. She folded her arms and leaned back with one hand on her cheek. The effect on Chris was instant. His eyes wandered over her again.
"While your company is nice, Chris. I want a little more than conversation for my distraction. Just to be completely clear, this is not a quid pro quo situation. No one will hear of this. I will not expect anything from you, and I hope you will give me the same treatment. If we both respect each other, we could have fun."
Chris shook himself, and his jaw dropped. "Mrs. Sharpe, are you asking me to be intimate with you?" Chris blushed but kept his eyes on hers.
Eve laughed. "I do not think I've seen a man your size turn that red so quickly. Yes, I want to have sex with you. I hope I haven't made you too uncomfortable. Again, I will swear that this will not impact your employment here or our working relationship. You are one of my favorite employees here, but that has nothing to do with my offer. Simply, you're hot, and I'm lonely. Please fuck me." Eve felt herself start to warm as the words came out of her.
To emphasize her point, Eve slowly undid the top three buttons of her blouse. Her cleavage emerged from behind the fabric.
Chris' red face had faded as he looked back. He registered the swell of her breasts but then looked dead in her eyes.
"I'll be honest with you as well. That offer is tempting. Normally, my bosses don't just ask me for sex. What about your husband?"
Eve thought momentarily and decided to tell the truth, given the situation.
