He got no work done for the rest of the week. Each day her outfits would be a bit more daring. He would sit at his desk imagining himself running his tongue over the smooth plains of her chocolate body. He thought of little else and knew that something would soon have to be done. Several of the other lawyers at the firm had commented on how indecent her attire was, but Geoff didn't dare talk to her about it, because he couldn't trust himself not to just throw her on the ground and fuck her lovely brains out. Yvette, either chose ignore or seemed not to notice his lust filled gaze. She would merely smile at him coolly and continue with her work.
They hardly spoke except for work related issues, but on Friday, Geoff decided enough was enough. It was time to get to know his temp a little better. He walked out of his office to find her typing some letters that he had given her. She was wearing a red suit with a shamelessly short skirt, and underneath her jacket she was wore the most see through white silk top that he had ever seen. Since her jacket was open, he could tell that she wore no bra and he saw the hint or erect purplish nipples poking through. Damn she was hot. As if suddenly realizing that she was being watched, she looked up.
"Yes, Mr. Howard?" she asked arching one perfect brow.
"Surely there's no need to be so formal, Yvette. You've been here for a week now and will be here for another week, surely there's no need to be so formal. Perhaps you could call me Geoff," he smiled the smile that had charmed many a ladies into his bed. She shrugged nonchalantly and went back to her typing. The fact that she dared treat him in such an offhand fashion and had been doing so all week finally made him angry. She was working for him and not the other way around, and how dared she wear those damn outfits to work and not expect people not to stare.
"Look, Yvette, I think I have been very good in holding my tongue this week. I've had to put up with your hostility, and you're here to work for me, and those outfits you're wearing are more suited to the street corner than an office building. You dress like a slut but yet you get indignant when I dare to look your way."he snapped harshly. She gasped audibly and he could tell by the expression on her face that she couldn't believe that he had spoken this way to her that way. She turned away abruptly so he could see the expression on her face.
He almost regretted what he had said because what if she decided not to come back the following week and then he wouldn't get the chance of getting her in his bed. Little did he know that not only she he have not regretted his words, but they had worked to his advantage. She turned around with a sly smile on her face.
"So, you think, I'm dressed like a slut do you?" she asked.
