That night I hardly slept. Having checked that my screams of pleasure hadn't woken Noah, I ran a hot bath and soaked in it for an hour, trying to relax my mind and body for the day to follow -- my first day "working" for Mr Daniels. It was difficult to stop imagining what was going to happen, and absentmindedly I slid my finger down my stomach to my clit, and I pushed it inside me, curling it up towards my G-spot. As I approached my orgasm my toes curled in pleasure, and found myself pinching and pulling my nipples as I came, fantasizing about what was to come.
After drying off, I sat naked on my bathroom floor, painting my nails scarlet, waxing my legs, and I made a mental note to book an appointment for a Brazilian; I was sure my new employer would want me to be well groomed everywhere. I stood up and stared at myself in the mirror. My wavy brown hair only just covered my nipples, my stomach was nearly as flat as it had been before I had Noah, and my skin was a lovely golden colour, due to the naked sunbathing I had done in the garden while my baby slept under the shade of a tree.
I had been to Mr Daniel's office just before I got pregnant, so I was vaguely aware where I needed to drop Noah off the next morning. I expressed enough milk for him to have throughout the next day, hoping my supply would be enough for two hungry boys. Noah woke at half six for his first feed -- at 2 months old he still demanded to be fed every 3 hours. When he was finished I settled him back down again, showered, and started to get ready. I scrubbed my skin and moisturised so it was smooth to touch. I dried my hair so it fell loosely over my shoulders. I sprayed perfume onto my cleavage, behind my ears and between my soft thighs. Remembering what Mr Daniels had said, I didn't put on a bra but slipped into a pair of white lace French knickers, a black pencil skirt and a peach blouse. Mascara, blusher, lipstick, and I was ready.
I arrived at the office just before 9, parked my old car, and took Noah into the nursery on the second floor. I handed him and several bottles over and made sure he was settled before getting into the lift to meet Mr Daniels. My heart was racing, I was nervous and excited, and I started to feel myself getting slightly wet at the prospect of the day. The doors opened, and I stepped out into the reception.
"Where would I find Mr Daniels' office please, I'm his new assistant."
"Office 15, the last door on your left at the end of the corridor," the secretary replied. "Strange, he never mentioned anything about somebody new starting today."
I smiled and quickly began walking, the noise of my heels echoing down the corridor. I reached number 15, took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in." I pushed the door open and stepped inside into a spacious office. His desk faced the door, and he was sat behind it on a large leather chair, wearing an expensive looking suit and a pair of dark rimmed glasses, staring at his computer screen. He suddenly closed the laptop and looked up.
"Ah, Emily. I was worried you were going to change your mind. And I'm certainly glad you haven't."
I hesitated, I didn't know what to say. I bit my lip and cleared my throat, trying to think of something, but I didn't have to.
"I assume you have left your son downstairs." I nodded. "Good, now lock the door, take off your jacket and come over here."
I obeyed and locked it, before slipping off my coat and laying it on a chair along with my handbag, before slowly walking over to him. He took off his glasses, and placed both hands firmly on my hips.
"You look very nice," he said, slowly moving his hands up to the small of my back. He suddenly pulled me down onto his lap, and ran his hands further up my back. "Good girl, I see you listened to my first rule."
