Chloe
"I hope I do ok today. NO fuck ups Chloe. You got this."
I coached myself as I waited on my temporary boss to come around the corner. I had applied through ManPower while looking for a job and was called with a 3 month position as a personal assistant to the founder/owner of a development company while his regular assistant was finishing up maternity leave.
I was expecting Mr. older gentleman of about 50 to come around the corner when I heard footsteps but GOD was I mistaken. The fine specimen that stopped in front of my desk had not seen a day over 35. He was about 6'2; my eyes were level with his mouth at my height of 5'9. His hair was so black it looked blue. His eyes were a shade of grey that I had never seen and was getting lost in as I continued to gaze into them. The Armani suit he had on fit every dip and curve of his body and laid over his package so nice that it was very noticeable that he was well endowed.
I quickly looked backed up to his eyes as he cleared his throat to find him looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I presume that you are Chloe."
"Yes sir. I apologize. Hello, very nice to meet you sir."
"Likewise Chloe. Please call me Damien. Could you meet me in my office with a cup of black coffee please?"
"Yes sir, ah, Damien."
Damien
I watched as the finest woman I had ever seen turned and walked away. Her skin was flawless that it glowed, I just knew it would be as smooth as it looked once I touched her, because touch her I would, among other things. Her skin was the color of carmel. She had curves in ALL the right places. Her breast looked to be about a 38DD and her hips at least 42' and her 200 weight was DEFINITELY proportioned in all the right places. I just wanted to cup my hands are that juice ass...mmm mmm mmm.
Chloe returned with the coffee and set it on his desk. She then turned to walk out the door...
"Excuse me?" said Damien.
"Um yes sir, Damien?"
"Where are you going?"