Frank sat staring out of his window holding Morgan's thong, still damp from her juices and his saliva and let his mind wander back to the first day he met her.
She sat there nervously in her cube. Linda the oldest employee in the support staff pool was chatting with her trying to relax her.
"Just relax," she said in her motherly way. "Most of the bosses here bluster around but they are harmless."
Just then Frank had stomped by. His ice blue eyes fired up for the day ahead.
"Who is that," he heard her whisper.
"Frank, he's the youngest man to ever make Jr. Partner," Linda had whispered back. "Now HIM you have to watch out for. He's good at what he does, but he's got a temper."
Frank eyed the new girl from the corner of his eye. She was shapely with coffee and cream brown skin, onyx black eyes and long coal black hair. Her tailored suit fit her like a second skin though she looked every inch the consummate professional. She peeked at him through long black lashes then looked away quickly. In that instant Frank felt something.
"I'll try to avoid him if possible," Morgan had giggled nervously.
"Don't worry, he usually picks on Jenny." Linda had said.
Unfortunately, Jenny was out sick today, and Frank needed a letter dictated.
Stalking out of his office he looked around and saw the new girl bent over her computer.
"Morgan, get in here, and bring a pad," he bellowed.
Morgan froze instantly and looked at him. Frank was taken aback slightly. Instead of the fear he was usually met with, Morgan looked him right in the eye. She snatched up her pad and stalked into Frank's office brushing past him as she walked through the door. Instantly, her scent filled his nostrils. She smelled clean and slightly fruity, with a spicy undertone that he couldn't place. Stiffly she sat and waited for him to start.
Frank sat behind his desk and stared at the woman. Sighing Morgan crossed her long legs and looked at him. Deep in his groin Frank felt his cock start to stir. Pushing the thoughts from his mind he began to dictate the letter.
"Read it back to me," he barked not knowing why his mood was suddenly worse than it had been before he started.
Morgan cleared her throat and slowly read back to Frank.
"That's not what I said at all," Frank bellowed standing and leaning menacingly toward Morgan.
Morgan threw down her pad and stood leaning forward till she was almost nose to nose with Frank.
"That.is.exactally.what.you.said," she hissed thorough her teeth her black eyes threatening violence.
Frank stood there staring back at her his blue eyes blazing. He could barely see her large shapely breast heaving as she stared back unblinking, not giving an inch. Her scent was almost overwhelming him. He wanted to reach out and grab those perfect breast and burry his face in them. To his shock he could feel his cock getting harder and harder in his boxer briefs. Was he actually getting turned on by this insolent woman?
Morgan was furious. She knew she had taken it down exactly as he had said. How DARE he yell at her! As she stood there she staring him in the eye she could see the firm set of his mouth. His lips though set in a straight line where incredibly kissable. She could barely resist the urge to kiss and nibble his bottom lip and felt herself getting wet. "What the hell," she thought, "am I actually getting turned on by this arrogant man?"
Frank felt his head swimming, not wanting to give an inch but needing to get her out of his office so he could think, he stood to his full six foot five inch frame so he towered over Morgan.
