It's a small office. Three people really. Diana was hired a couple months ago, and she had started noticing that there was something rather odd about her new job. First there was the fact that there was only her boss in the office, and Juan, a rather attractive thirty-year-old Hispanic man who seemed to be around to do anything and everything that she didn't. There was also his abnormally high paycheck. Yes, he did everything and did it well, but it was still more than she'd ever seen a handy-man type person make. Hell, it was more than most paralegal's make at the top of their game.
Second, she had no idea what her office actually did... just that Michael (her boss) had offered her an exorbitant amount of money to be his secretary, and that he never seemed short of phone calls or clients. His Rolodex contained some of the biggest names in Washington D.C., she'd already had the nerve-wracking experience of speaking to the Secretary of State in the White House. There was also the women who came in and out of her boss's office... a couple times she'd found panty-hose in his wastebasket (and she'd only been there a week). There were never any noises coming from his office while they were in there, his office was always immaculate, and she'd never seen any evidence other than the panty-hose.
Not to mention that all of them women were drop dead gorgeous, and professional, and confident... everything she aspired to one day be (after working her way up from a mere secretary in a 3 person office), yet there was always something about them after they'd left Michael's office. Some kind of glow to their face... a bounce in their step... something in their eyes.
She was also developing a huge crush on her boss... Michael... he was tall. 6'3" to her 5'7". Dark black skin, gorgeous deep hazel eyes (who knew where they could have gotten their greenish cast from), shortly cropped hair and broad tapered shoulders. Older than her, she was only 22 and just out of college, he was at least 35. But very strong and athletic. Even under his designer business suits she could sense the sheer power in his body. Imbued with a charisma, he drew her eyes every time he came out of his office and into the main room. She didn't think anything derogatory of the women who went in and out of his office... they never came in again, and their names never showed up again in his calendar... but she was starting to wonder what it would be like to be one of them. Instead of where she was... sitting at her probably overpriced mahogany desk with her desktop computer and phone, greeting Michael every morning and Juan three times a week... and always wondering....
After about three months of working in the office, she took one weekend to go shopping for a new work wardrobe. It didn't occur to her that someone might wonder at the fact that all the skirts she bought were about two or three inches higher than the ones she had been wearing previously. Or that some of the blouses were the next thing to sheer... and the gorgeous thong and bra sets that she bought at Victoria Secret's had nothing to do with her work outfits. They were for her own pleasure only. Expensive undergarments made her feel sexy and confident, and it was just that now she had the money to afford more - a lot more - than she'd ever been able to before.
Diane thrilled at the looks she saw Juan giving her under his eyelashes when he came in that week... she knew that her long slim legs looked fantastic in her new business skirts - tighter and shorter than the ones she'd been wearing the week before. Juan was cute, maybe 30, short wavy hair and deep brown eyes. A Brazilian accent wasn't especially exotic, but it was still sexy and intriguing. She considered his regard to be a very high compliment... despite her long legs and curvy figure she'd never been very confident in her body image. Her hazel eyes with their flecks of color, enhanced by the amber highlights in her brown curls, much more striking, so his subtle approval was warmth and support to her ego.
She just wished that Michael had noticed.
He hadn't said a word. Not even twitched or blinked an eye. All week she was disappointed, he'd just come in as usual, gave his deep basso "Good Morning" and gone into his office. A couple times he'd called her in to ask her to do some filing, and if she wanted to order lunch from the Chinese food place he was calling, but nothing about her new look.
By Friday disappointment was rapidly dwindling and she was starting to get frustrated. That weekend she went out again, determined to find something amazing to stun Michael with. Juan had given the male nod to every single outfit he'd seen her in... and he wasn't even there every day! With her new income she could definitely afford just one more outfit.
