Dan was perplexed. He had been sitting in his office, still thinking of Anna, and what it must be like to fuck her. He had drunk more of the scotch, and had a definite buzz. He was just about ready to give up and head to his private washroom when it suddenly hit him. 'Why the hell am I beating around the bush?' he thought. 'Just go for it.' All she can do is say no. Maybe slap his face. That was all she could do. That, and turn his ass in for sexual harassment. 'Fuck it,' he thought. 'It's worth it.' Just forty minutes ago he has finished dictating a letter to Anna, which he was sure at this very moment she was already preparing. He would just have to dictate another one.
"Anna," he called her over the intercom.
"Yes sir," she answered.
"Could you come in here," he paused, "and bring your pad."
"Right away," came her reply.
In a way Dan couldn't stand the fact that she was so proficient. It ate at him sometimes. Not because he was jealous, but because he wanted the best for her. Why was she only a secretary?
She came into the office and sat down in her usual manner. Dan had to bite his lip at the sight of her shapely thighs, and the thought of what lay between them.
"Miss Diego, Anna," Dan started. "This is not going to be my usual letter. I want you to write down every word that comes out of my mouth." Dan cleared his throat. "Let me know when you are ready."
"I'm ready sir," she hesitantly replied, wondering what it could be.
"To Vice President of Administration, Ms. Anna Diego, Personal Secretary of Dan Michaels, Accounting Department, has worked with this company for but a eight months," he paused, and they exchanged quick glances. "She is both proficient and efficient," he continued. "She should be considered an asset to this company, and is highly recommended for an executive position as her skills should be put to better use."
He paused again, and they both made eye contact. Dan thought, 'Damn right her skills could be put to better use. Damn I want to fuck her,' he again thought. He could feel his cock hardening in his slacks. He came around the front of his desk and stood there facing her. He was hoping that she would notice the bulge in his pants. He wanted to see her reaction. He wanted to decide what his next move should be.
He continued with the dictation, "Furthermore if Ms. Diego is not considered for a management position, then at the very least she should be given a healthy raise." He paused. 'She gave me one,' he thought.
"I strongly believe," he went on, "That this would truly be in the very best interest of this department, as well as this company. Signed, Dan Michaels, Executive Director, Accounting Department.
"Mr. Michaels, this isn't necessary," Anna protested lightly.
"Anna, I believe it is, and I believe in you," Dan stated.
"Thank you sir," came her reply.
"Dan, remember? Call me Dan." He reminded her.
"Dan, yes. Thank you Dan," she said with a smile that lit up the dreary office.
Dan thought that he saw her staring at his crotch a time or two. But he still wasn't sure. He had to find out if he could get into her pants. He wanted that more than anything.
"Anna, before you go I have another matter that I have to attend to," Dan started. "Another letter."
"Ok, whenever you're ready, Dan."
"Well. Anna. You see this is more of a personal matter, and you maybe, well, offended," he explained.
Trying to get his nerve up he reached for the last of the scotch and putting the bottle to his lips, drank it down.
"Anna," he said. "I'm not really this much of a drinker. This bottle has been in my drawer here for over six months now," he stated.
"Well then whatever it is, it must be serious," Anna reasoned.
"It is Anna," he said as he took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Dear Shirley, even though we've been married over fifteen years, I feel as if we should have sex more often than once or twice every several months," he said, as he didn't take his eyes off his sweet looking secretary. He wanted to see a reaction. Now he got one.
"Oh, Dan," she started to speak.
"Can we continue," he asked? "Or would you rather not? I'll understand."
"Oh, no, go ahead," she replied slowly. Dan's cock was straining against his slacks, making quite a large tent. He thought, 'she has to notice.'
He continued, " If this matter persists, I will be forced to go elsewhere." 'Hopefully right here,' he thought.
"I am hopeful that many woman would still find me attractive," he glanced at Anna, and he caught her stealing a glance at him, and he thought he saw her licking her lips.