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Joe stepped nervously into his new boss’s office. He glanced
around and couldn’t help but feel envious. A big desk, nice rug, window view of
downtown. Joe had had his eye on this room for over a decade. He should be the
one in here, not the ditz who’d once done little more than fetch his coffee and
look good in a tight skirt.
Joe swallowed hard as he waited for Susan to acknowledge
him. The athletic brunette still looked good in a tight skirt. She looked good
in a whole suit. Jesus, did she have to wear such a tight outfit? He was pretty
sure formal wear wasn’t supposed to show off every sexy curve, and wasn’t
supposed to show so much cleavage.
Susan had been rooting through her filing cabinet when he
came in. Joe scowled and waited impatiently for her to finish, trying very hard
not to ogle her smooth, sexy legs. Legs he’d once quite often thought of
wrapped around his hips while he rubbed one out back home. He’d think of being
in this very office, and Susan his cute secretary bringing in his drink or some
papers, and then he’d grab her and push her against that desk, and she’d giggle
her stupid little giggle, and wouldn’t even wait to get their clothes off
before she was wrapping those fantastic legs around him, humping him, and
moaning…
Joe grit his teeth and clenched his fists and forced himself
to think of anything else. He hoped he’d suppressed the fantasy in time, but he
saw the slight curling of the corner of Susan’s mouth. Was that bitch smiling?
Was she amused by his fantasy?