She heard the familiar sounds of typing and the hum of people talking about deadlines and work related issues. She zoned out, disappointed she couldn't hear the sound she ached to hear. She stared down at the screen blankly.
Her head shot up as she heard strong bold footsteps approaching her desk. She made herself look busy and started typing, flicking pages over in the diary as a large strong hand placed a wad of papers in front of her.
"Jessica, cancel my three o'clock. These documents needs to be filed away as soon as you are finished with more...." he paused, staring at her with hungry eyes. "...urgent immediacies..."
She had to repress the excited shudder his deep husky voice had brought out in here.
She knew what was coming.
His aftershave smelt musky and masculine and she took a deep breath savoring his familiar smell. She looked up slowly at him noticing his body.
The fitted black pinstripe trousers flattering his noticeable bulge. She bit her lip, her eyes lingering on his dark leather belt with its silver buckle. Imagining the erotic sting of that belt on her bare virginal ass.
Her eyes traveled further up.
His blazer jacket showed his broad frame, a fitted white shirt underneath, a plain black tie drawing the eyes back down, down at the now tumultuous crease in his trousers.
Her eyes locked on his raised eyebrow and his mocking green eyes. His strong jaw line covered in dark stubble, his full lips turned up in an arrogant crooked smile.
She was his. She blushed noticeably and stared at the floor licking her lips as she responded.
"Yes, of course, sir."
He met her gaze and held it. He smirked and laughed under his breath.
"What's the matter Jessica? You look under the weather."
"No sir I'm fine I-I-I'll get this done now, sir, unless there's anything else you need?" She stuttered, feeling her cheeks blush crimson
"Hmmm... Now you mention it," he paused to think.
"After you have done as I have asked, come to my office. I may have another job for you."
He smiled to himself and turned on his heel and headed into his office closing the door behind him.
Jessica let out a deep breath scolding herself mentally for being so stupid. She sighed feeling her face returning to her normal alabaster colour. She tucked a loose red hair behind her ear and tightened the rest of her fiery curls into the bun. She slipped her feet back into her 6 inch black heels and stood up calmly, straightening out her tight black pencil skirt and her white silky shirt.
Her hands clasped around the papers Mr Peterson had handed her and headed to the filing cabinet. Sorting the files, she readjusted her stockings feeling them slip a little but making sure the suspenders were keeping them up.
Jessica cancelled his three o'clock and walked nervously to his office and knocked lightly on the door. His voice boomed out
"Come in."
She opened the door and stepped in. He was on the phone so he just motioned for her to shut the door behind her and take a seat in front of his desk.
She turned and closed the door and slipped into the chair in front of him. He licked his lips as his eyes danced over Jessica's body. He put the phone down and spun his chair round to face hers, clasping his fingers together placing them on the table. He smiled arrogantly at her.
Jessica shuffled nervously in her chair, wondering what he wanted and hating this awkward silence that he didn't seem to want to break. She finally cracked and looked up at him
