I stood all alone in the company's well-appointed, wood panelled boardroom and looked at the large centre piece mahogany table that dominated it.
It hadn't changed in the last two decades and still had the same dark, highly polished, gleam that I remembered from the first time I saw it all those years ago.
As I ran my fingers lightly across the glossy hardwood surface, I got the identical shivers running all the way up and down my spine that I always seemed to get whenever I was near it.
Standing there by myself my mind wandered back to when I had started my career with the company as a naïve 23-year-old twenty odd years before. Fresh out of college with my recently acquired qualifications I had started work in a lowly secretarial role but with high hopes of a glittering career in business.
The first time I had gone into the directors meeting room and saw the big reddish-brown table-top, I had felt myself becoming aroused. There was something about the way the table's surface shined spotlessly, reflecting the glint of the overhead lights and paintings that adorned the surrounding walls.
With a dozen or more seats around it, it occupied the centre of the big airy boardroom and, for some reason, my mind had suddenly been filled with an image of me being laid across its burnished surface and thoroughly fucked by some well-endowed but anonymous stud.
Not that I went into the director's meeting room that often. I was just a mere secretary, not even one of the elite group of P.A.'s who catered for the administrative needs of the company's board members.
I wasn't even sure what it was about the table that affected me in that way. I could just envisage myself being bent over it, my hands and face pressed against its gleaming veneer as I received a good hard fucking. Who was screwing me didn't really matter, it was the table that took centre stage in my mind?
Not that it would ever happen.
At least that's what I thought back then.
"Kelly. Could you come in here a minute please?" My boss, Mr. Armitage called to me.
Getting up from my desk I stepped into his office, "What can I do for you John?"
"I've had a request from personnel. Apparently, Lynn Thompson is going off on maternity leave shortly and they need someone to fill in on a temporary basis as P.A. for Mr. Caldwell." He informed me offhandedly, "They want to know if you would you be interested?"
I really didn't have to think about it. I had only been with the company a few weeks so it was a great opportunity and could possibly even lead to a permanent move up to the sixth floor for me.
As soon as I had formally accepted the move, I was sent off to the HR department to finalise my temporary transfer. That done, I then headed up to Lynn's desk to spend a couple of days getting familiar with my new duties before she went off on her maternity leave.
Using the lift, I ascended to the top floor of the building and sought out Mrs Thompson.
"Hello, I'm your temporary replacement. Kelly Grant." I introduced myself to Lynn, holding out my hand.
She looked up from her desk and smiled, shaking my hand, "Hi Kelly, I've been expecting you, grab a chair and I'll show you what goes on around here."
"Is Mr Caldwell about?" I asked nervously, glancing towards his closed office door.
Lynn grinned at me, "No, Rob's out all day today so it's pretty quiet. You don't have to worry."
I was a little surprised by the casual way she used the abbreviated version of the CEO's first name but said nothing.
For the next couple of hours, she took me through a whole host of things I would need to know about the position and what my various duties would be as I looked after the company's chief executive officer.
"Shall I make us a coffee?" I eventually asked Lynn, beginning to feel my brain becoming overwhelmed by all of the information she was passing on to me.
"To much to take in in one go?" she queried.
"Yeah, a bit." I admitted reluctantly.
"Coffee it is then. Make mine white with no sugar please." She replied with a friendly smile, "And by the way, Rob takes his black with one sugar. Just so you know."
Making my way down to the small kitchen area at the far end of the building I put the kettle on and was busy searching for the cups when a voice from behind me made me jump.
"Hi, can I help you?" turning around I saw a petite brunette girl standing in the doorway.
"Oh hello, I'm Kelly. I'll be replacing Lynn while she's on away maternity leave." I introduced myself.
"Oh! You're the one that's going to be looking after Rob Caldwell." She grinned, "He'll like you."
"Sorry?" I looked at her, rather puzzled by her comment.
"You're just his type." She told me nonchalantly, "I'm Andrea by the way."
"His type?" I queried.
"Oh yes, most definitely his type." she laughed, "Tall, very pretty, blonde, slim and young."
She had summed me up perfectly. I'm 5' 8", definitely blonde with long straight hair half-way down my back. As for pretty I guess that's a matter of opinion but I am slender with a 34B-23-34 figure.
"He has a type then?" I asked still a little surprised by her comment.
"Oh unquestionably. Haven't you noticed how alike you and Lynn are? Apart from the fact you're a lot younger." Andrea raised an eyebrow.
I had to admit I had thought there was bit of a resemblance between us but I just put it down to coincidence.
After Andrea showed my where the cups were, I finished making the coffee's and, with an offer from her of help any time I was stuck, I headed back to Lynn's desk.
"Sorry I took so long. I was chatting to Andrea." I apologised.
"She's a sweetie." Lynn told me what I had already guessed, "Any problems just ask her, she'll sort you out."
Drinking our coffee, we continued to go through my new responsibilities for the remainder of the afternoon until Lynn finally called it a day just after 5 o'clock.
"I'll see you tomorrow at 9?" I checked with her before I set off for the small rented flat, I called home.
"Yes. See you tomorrow morning." She responded as she put on her coat.
As I wouldn't meet my director, our Chief Executive Officer Robert Caldwell, until the following morning I headed home that night still unsure about Andrea's comment in the tea room. What had she really meant when she said I was his type? How would he react to me taking over, albeit temporarily, from his, obviously very experienced, existing personal assistant? Maybe he wouldn't like me.
The following morning, I was a nervous wreck. I had never even seen Robert Caldwell, let alone met him and now I was going to be his PA for the next however many weeks. Lynn had told me not to worry but I couldn't help myself becoming anxious.
Getting up early I spent an age putting on my make-up and selecting what to wear trying to make myself properly presentable for him and the role I would be undertaking.
I wasn't sure exactly what I expected him to be like but it certainly wasn't anything like the person I was introduced to. Rob Caldwell was only nine years older than me, tall, athletic and very good looking. His dark hair had been left to grow over his collar and he had incredibly piercing blue eyes.
He had been brought in recently to restructure the company and revive its failing economic situation but he was certainly not the older cynical sort of businessman you would imagine fulfilling that role.
"Mr Caldwell, this is Kelly. She'll be taking my job and looking after you while I'm away." Lynn introduced us.
"Hello Kelly." Robert Caldwell smiled warmly and held out his hand.
"Oh... ahh... I... err... Ummm." I blushed, my heart hammering against my ribcage, and forgot myself as I stared into the deepest bluest eyes I had ever seen.
He dropped his hand and winked at me, "Well if you need anything Kelly just ask. I don't bite."
I giggled girlishly and flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.
"What was all that about?" Lynn asked me, wide eyed, once our boss had walked away.
"Oh my god. He's absolutely gorgeous." I gushed.
"And charming and rich and a real playboy by all accounts." She warned me, "So, if I were you, I'd stay well away."
I spent the rest of the day desperate to catch another glimpse of Robert Caldwell as Lynn and I worked through the huge list of tasks that would become my responsibility when I took over from her the following week. However, it wasn't to be and I went home that night feeling more than a little disappointed.
That Friday was Lynn's last day at work and at 4 p.m. we had a small celebration in the office for her, which Rob Caldwell attended.
After making a short speech and presenting her with a maternity gift he brought out several bottles of champagne and then, looking around, he picked up two glasses.
"Hello again Kelly." He made his way over to me and handed me one of the drinks, "Will you be ready for me next week."
As usual I blushed profusely and stammered, "Oh... err... Hello... Mr Caldwell... umm... y... y... yes, I... I suppose so."
He leaned a little closer to me making my pulse race, "Am I really that scary Kelly. And please call me Rob."
I giggled nervously wishing the floor would open up and swallow me, wondering what was it about this man that made me virtually wet my knickers every time he spoke to me.
"Oh... ok Rob." I looked at the floor certain he could read the lustful thoughts going through my mind.
"I'll look forward to us getting together on Monday then." He smiled disarmingly and I felt my knees almost give way.
"Err... yes... umm... Monday." I mumbled, taking a sip from my glass, as he walked away.
I stood watching him go when Lynn's voice at my shoulder made me turn around quickly.
