Jack Talbot inspected his face in the mirror and smiled. A genuine, honest smile. Life was good to him now. On the brink of bankruptcy only two weeks ago, the deal he was about to close with Zorin Industries would save his small company. Just a few details needed to be sorted out and he'd hold the signed contract in his hands by the end of the week.
He adjusted his tie for the third time in two minutes and smiled again. Saved! He had saved his company. Was about to save his company, he corrected himself. The contract wasn't signed yet.
Right, he thought, back to work!
He pulled the door open and stepped out of the men's room into the narrow hallway that led from the restaurant to the restrooms and the kitchen. Jack had been surprised when Mr. Kilton had suggested the small Five Oaks Grill & Bar on the outskirts of town for their meeting. But Mr. Kilton was the guy who'd sign the contract; he would have agreed to meet him in Greenland if that's where he wanted to meet.
Jack saw the wisdom of the choice, though. The food was excellent, the place was quiet and comfortable, and wasn't usually frequented by the business crowd, so his meeting with Mr. Kilton and Miss Miles, his assistant, wouldn't be the subject of his peers' gossip.
He walked along the corridor casually and allowed his thoughts to wander. Miss Miles. Her stunning body and elegant dress, her quick wit and sexy smile had fascinated him. He fantasized what it would be like to take her in his arms and kiss her and undress her and . . . But that would be unprofessional.
Keep your hands off your customers, his mentor had warned him time and again. There were three billion women in the world, he had told him, don't mess with your customers. Jack smiled as he remembered the one time he had pointed out that not all of these three billion women were available, while his customers were. The result had been a 20-minute lecture on professionalism that had left his ears ringing.
Jack had followed his mentor's advice. Reluctantly at first, but over the years he had come to agree that he had been right. He had seen many consultants whose affairs with customers had cost them dearly in terms of lost contracts and cancelled accounts. Jack was determined to keep his distance from Miss Miles.
"Watch out!" A high-pitched female voice interrupted his reverie. Just as he was about to round the corner and walk back into the restaurant, a waitress came from the opposite direction. Fortunately she wasn't carrying anything, or their collision would have caused a major mess.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, highly embarrassed. "I was daydreaming. You're not hurt, are you?" Jack sized her up quickly while she took half a step back. Her outfit was standard for waitresses in this kind of restaurant -- white blouse, black skirt, black stockings -- except for her tight miniskirt, which ended about four inches below the voluptuous curve of her ass. He remembered seeing her in the restaurant, but had been too busy to pay her any attention.
"I'm okay, no problem," she said softly and smiled, her pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
Jack relaxed. No damage done. "I'm sorry," he said again and returned her smile. He was about to step around her when all of a sudden he felt her hand between his legs. His eyes went wide and his smile faded instantly, but he was too shocked to move. Her hand rubbed up and down his dick, gave it a final squeeze and retreated. Then the waitress walked past him with a little finger wave and disappeared around the corner in the direction of the kitchen.
Jack was horrified. He took a deep breath and willed his dick to relax, but it kept growing. He stared in disbelief at the bulge it was making in his pants and frantically considered his options. Walking through the restaurant like this was out of the question. And what about Miss Miles? If she thought he was hot for her . . . And what would Mr. Kilton think? Sprouting an erection during a business meeting! No doubt he'd question his professionalism.
The consequences were too horrible to contemplate. The contract he had worked so hard for . . . His company, whose very existence depended on it . . . Bankruptcy . . . All because of a stupid waitress playing stupid games!
Jack turned on his heels and walked back to the men's room. He'd jerk off and return to their table looking . . . professional. Too bad he had to keep them waiting, but apologizing for the delay would be a lot easier than explaining an obvious bulge in his pants.
He pushed the door to the men's room open and froze in mid-stride. His jaw dropped and his emotions went from shock to anger to naked animal lust in less than a second.
"What took you so long?" the waitress asked as the door fell shut behind him. She was leaning against the opposite wall right next to the paper towel dispenser, her blouse unbuttoned down to her bellybutton, one foot against the wall and her leg turned outward, her miniskirt stretched tightly around her slender legs.
Her exposed tits attracted his gaze like a magnet. He watched with rapt attention as she squeezed them lightly with her hands and pinched her nipples, making them stand up proudly. His dick throbbed painfully in his pants, reminding him why he had come back to restroom in the first place.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded. His anger at her for jeopardizing his contract with Mr. Kilton, his very future, was gaining the upper hand over his lust, at least temporarily.
