The clock was nearing 6pm and Beth was still stationed behind her computer, alone in the office, having lost track of time. She looked up from the screen and out the window, stretching her aching back. It must have been a couple of hours since her coworkers had left for the day. The sun was setting. Her queue to pack up and head home.
"Doing overtime again, I see." A deep familiar voice from behind, startling her.
Without looking back she shut the monitor off and bent down to grab her bag.
"I'm not the only one, I see." She said, smiling as she stood up and turned around to face the unexpected visitor.
The department head, her boss Matthew, stood leaning in the doorway, his broad stature filling up most of it. A tired half smile crept up on his face towards his weary brown eyes. Beth took the liberty of looking him over. His wavy dark hair was slightly tousled and a 5 o'clock shadow had shown itself on his sharp jaw. "Recurring issues with a client."
"You've been staying late for several days now," Beth stated.
"So have you."
Beth grabbed her coat that had been slung over the back of her chair, flinging her thick golden hair behind her shoulder. "Recurring new clients with a lot of questions," she said.
"I was actually hoping to find you here to talk about that, Beth. One of our clients, Mr. Abrams, has requested a physical meeting to tackle in depth strategies for our future collaboration."
Mr. Abrams was one of the firm's biggest clients. This would be an important meeting.
"How you handle clients is unparalleled with anyone else in the office. I'd like for you to be present at this meeting. It would require that you travel along with me and two other associates to London for a couple of days."
Beth couldn't help but feel a slight rush in her stomach at the thought of traveling with her boss. Matthew looked like a real-life Greek god. He towered over most people and intimidated just as many of them with his broad, muscular body and masculine sharp features. He was 39 and aging only came in his favor. It was nearly ridiculous. And it was no wonder he was happily married. Beth often thought of his wife, Lisa, as the luckiest damn woman to walk this earth.
"I'd be happy to," she said.
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Beth pressed along the crowded plane aisle with the two associates, Robert and Berry, walking in front of her, Matthew right behind her.
"Our seats are a bit further down," Robert said over his shoulder to Beth and Matthew. "The plane was packed, so we couldn't get seats in the same row. Yours are right here on the left."
Beth crept into the window seat, Matthew following her, squeezing into the middle seat. A stranger sat down next to him not long after, the row now full.
To Beth plane seats had never seemed so small until this big man was placed right next to her. Matthews muscular legs and arms brushed up against her, and she tried her best to ignore the thrill she felt from the contact, ignore the wondering of how it must feel like, to slowly slide her hand up that big thigh, higher and higher up towards- "this is dumb," Beth thought to herself, willing herself to drop the thought. "Thinking like this about your married boss. Dumb and unprofessional." She reached down into her bag and pulled out some papers, planning to prepare further for the meeting with Mr. Abrams, and effectively force her thoughts to other matters other than her boss sitting right next to her.
Matthew peeked over to Beth. Her head was slightly bent downwards, focusing on reading the papers in her hands. Preparing for the meeting tomorrow. Good.
Beth had always been a committed, hardworking employee. He was pleased she had agreed to come along on this business trip. Meetings with clients always went smoothly when Beth was involved. She was extremely knowledgeable and knew how to handle tough negotiations, even at the age of 26. Matthews eyes wandered from the papers in her hand, further up to the blouse she was wearing. Earlier, when she had bent down to retrieve the papers, it had been loose enough for Matthew to catch a glimpse of her full cleavage underneath. He hadn't been able to drop the image. Just like he hadn't been able to drop the images of her in the well-fitted skirts she would occasionally wear in the office, showing tan smooth legs, or how she would absent-mindedly bite her lower lip when fully focused on something. Or, when he had stood there in the doorway facing her back the other day, just about to say something, when she had stretched with her arms over her head, effectively poking out her firm, full ass in the process. It had been an effort to seem level-headed after that sight. Other than her professional capability, Beth was also gorgeous. It was no wonder clients took a liking to her.
Matthew knew he had to lock those images far away. Although things and home weren't going smoothly, it wasn't fair to his wife. He tried to remind himself of that often.
"I have to use the restroom." Beth said, snapping him out of it. Matthew looked over at the stranger next to him, sleeping deeply.
"I think it's going to be hard for me to get past this guy," Matthew said to Beth. "He's fast asleep."
"I'll just squeeze past you. Just stay seated."
She stood up from her seat, inching towards Matthew, her back facing him. It was going well until the plane hit a small air pocket, dropping a short distance, making Beth tumble backwards down onto Matthew's lap. Oh God. Her ass felt amazing on top of him.
