I just became your new office assistant. You've been so overwhelmed with work for so long you forgot what it meant to take a break. To have someone assist you with your day-to-day activities is something you missed having. You've been with the company for 20+ years and you know everything there is to know about the ins and outs how it all works. Here I come, green as can be, but determined, focused, and motivated.
"I will do everything in my power to make sure your job is easier Ms. Gayle."
I can't help but blush when you ask me to into your office for anything and you start to take notice. You feel me checking out your incredible body, noticing how tight and fit you are. You feel flattered but reserved because I work for you, you think to yourself this is wrong and continue with your day. As the days go by I get a bit flirtier than before but subtle because I don't want to get in trouble with you. You don't mind, you like the attention. You like the attention so much your tops start to get a little lower and your skirts a tad shorter. I can't help but notice this because every time you point something out, you bend at the waist when you come to my desk to show me. You catch me looking directly at your cleavage but again, you don't mind. It makes you hot to know that you've still got sex appeal.
I start to wear certain things that will show off what you do to me, pants that maybe a bit tighter so you know when you're turning me on with the subtle things you do. You start to take notice and can't help but wonder why not, we're both consenting adults. You've decided to take it up a notch and whenever we walk by each other you purposefully brush up against me. Maybe it's a hand, maybe so close your breast brushes my arm, enough for me to notice but not to be obvious.
I too have decided to take it up a notch; I've moved items around my work space in a way that takes advantage of watching every move you make in a more sexual manner. The daily work files in the cabinet across from my desk are no longer in the top drawer; they're now in the bottom drawer. At first you seem annoyed, but then you realize that no one else can see where you stand from where I'm sitting when you reach into the bottom drawer. Now you know that when you reach in, bent over at the waist, I'll have a clear view of whatever underwear you decided to wear that day. Now that you notice, it's time to make your move.