I hired you a few months ago. So far I've been happy with your work, but you are quite the little tease. You are always wearing those tight blouses and short skirts with the sexy high heels. You are 5'4 with brown curly hair that is long and flows past your shoulders. You have sexy brown eyes that look right through me. Your breasts are 38C cups and you have a curvy ass that sways when you walk. I am a 46 year old red blooded male. I stand 6'3 tall and have dark black hair and hazel eyes.
I catch some of the women in the office catching quick glances, but only a few. I don't think they know the dominant man inside me that is waiting to treat any of them like my own personal face fuck toys. With you, there is only so much I am going to take. This morning I saw you come into the office wearing the same little short skirt you wore yesterday. What I also could not believe was that your white blouse was wrinkled and you appeared to have on the same black lace bra I last saw you in. I can't believe it. I think back to yesterday. Everything that you are wearing looks like the damn clothes you wore yesterday. That can only mean one thing...my secretary did not do home last night. She went and got herself fucked last night in a one night stand. I know this because she told me you are not dating anyone at the moment.
You sit down and log into your computer. You see an email from me with no subject line. It tells you to get your ass in my office right away. You start to read the email again to make sure it really came from me. You can't believe that I'd send something like that. I am the nice guy around the office. The one everyone thinks is a great friend, but not a lover.