If anyone were to ask her, Lauren would have no idea how Jennifer came to be employed as her assistant. That first interview had been the most awkward moment of her life as she tried to remain professional sat at her desk, asking her questions and yet unable to help her eyes lowering to admire her ample cleavage hidden beneath a tight blouse. It was a horrible idea to employ someone with whom she was not only attracted to but had actually fucked around with, even if her answers had been exemplary. Feeding back to the other executives that while Jennifer was clearly very talented, she was not right to work under her in her opinion she was surprised when a week later when she came back from a business trip Jenny was there waiting for her. Apparently none of the other candidates had her particular skills and Lauren just had to learn to 'work with people you may not initially like at first' and it was a 'growing' experience. The only thing Lauren found growing in that first week was the number of times she thought she might be having heart palpitations just from watching Jennifer around the office.
Lauren loved clothes and a well-dressed woman was a massive turn on for her, especially if she looked professional while doing so. The woman she had met in the airport in her jeans and sneakers was long gone and Jennifer seemed deft at creating the perfect work appropriate outfits that got her blood pumping. Tight little pencil skirts, heels that made her toned legs look amazing, fitted blouses that accentuated every ample curve and crisp edge. Jennifer was a beautiful woman and while Lauren fought to be as professional and withdrawn as she possibly could, verging on being cold with her, she couldn't resist looking at her and when she was alone at home in her bed she couldn't resist thinking about removing those clothes and exploring what was underneath. Almost every night she came, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, clenching tightly around her fingers as she recalled what had happened in that bathroom and though she felt guilty she couldn't help herself, getting to know her as a person just making her that much more attractive.
It was coming to year end and Lauren had been working late nights every night for the past two weeks to prepare a report for the shareholders. A good night's sleep was a distant memory and she felt tense and out of sorts as her schedule had been completely thrown off. Sat at her desk with music playing softly she glanced out through the glass walls of her office to an otherwise darkened floor. Glancing at the clock she noted it was nine and promised to do just one more hour before heading home.
Jennifer walked through the floor, the lights turning on one by one as she approached Lauren's office and she knocked gently on the glass before walking in. "I brought you something to eat... you haven't eaten since breakfast," she murmured as she set an Itsu bag on her desk, sinking into the chair opposite hers, crossing one leg over the other.
Lauren blinked in surprise when she saw her, having assumed she'd gone home a while ago. "Thank you... that's very sweet of you but you really should have gone home. There's no need to be here..." Peeking inside the bag she smiled at the sushi tray and took it out, only realising just how hungry she was when food was presented to her.
"I've been downstairs working on the design of the annual report. Thought I could help you out to make sure it was printed on time," Jennifer offered with a smile, enjoying to watch Lauren when she wasn't looking as she wasn't self conscious, she could just eye the delicate line of her jaw, the soft waves of red hair that fell over her shoulders, the sharp lines of her clavicles. It was the smallest details of her that Jennifer was so fascinated by and even if she had felt how much Lauren had tried to keep a distance from her it only made her more alluring.
Smiling before taking a bite of sushi she smiled. "Thank you, you've been doing a really good job. You're very well liked among the team, I've received many compliments on your performance so far."
"Feeling bad for not wanting to hire me now?" Jennifer asked with a little smirk.
"What?" Lauren paused, her chopsticks poised in the air. "Whatever gave you that impression?"
"Oh come on." Jennifer laughed and rolled her eyes. "When we had that interview you were practically telling me at the end that I was good but not to get my hopes up. I think if you hadn't have had to go over to France or wherever you went, and you had been involved in the last two interviews? I wouldn't have gotten the job."
Lauren paused for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. "That's neither here nor there, you work here now don't you?" she asked, finishing off the little sushi tray and taking a sip of water, looking up to meet her eyes directly for one of the first times. Lauren wouldn't say she was intimidated by Jennifer but there was always the concern that by meeting her eyes, really looking at her she might blush and then everyone would somehow know that she was a massive lesbian. "I just wanted to compliment you."
Jennifer smiled and pushed herself to stand, leaning forward to collect the rubbish from her desk and put it into the recycling. "Well thank you kindly," she murmured, affecting a Southern accent only to wink at her. "You work too hard you know. You deserve to have a life outside of work. You should have one. Your personal trainer is still trying to reschedule, I've had multiple dinner requests from friends..."
Lauren watched her as she moved around the office only to feel her pulse quicken as she came around her side of the desk to stand beside her. "It'll all be over in a few weeks and then I'll be back to normal."
"You just seem really tense." Jennifer said with a shrug, resting a hand on her shoulder, her soft fingertips sliding briefly over her pale skin as she moved behind her instead. "Did I ever tell you that I spent a Summer as a masseuse?" she asked, resting her other hand on her shoulders and just gently starting to rub them, working her muscles beneath skilled fingertips.
Lauren tensed for a moment and then sat up straight in her chair, reaching to brush her hands off. "Thank you, but that isn't appropriate," she said as firmly as she could, swallowing thickly.
