As the coat hit the floor, you run a hand through your perfect, fresh-styled, flowing hair as your boss stood there speechless behind his large modern glass-top desk, puzzled yet mesmerized at the same time. He had always been attracted to you, how could he not, right? You are the embodiment of perfection, and he has never in his life encountered a woman who reaches higher levels than you have. At least, that's what you kept repeating to yourself coming up here, to try to boost your confidence. Telling yourself that he had never fully acted on it in fear of jeopardising his career, not that he wasn't actually attracted to you, no.

“I-", he tried forming a sentence but was nowhere near focused enough to complete it, and his brain was imagining other things that were most definitely not words. “What are you doing?”, he finally managaed to ask. Something at the back of his mind might have reminded him that they were standing in his office as his eyes flickered over to the door.

You didn't answer his question. In fact, you don't say anything at all as you walk over to him and around his desk. Wearing the newest lingerie, tight black lace with suspenders holding up stockings, which you had spent a wee fortune on just yesterday, you felt more confident than ever seeing him stare. Standing with your legs astride, you spun his chair to face her pushed him down into it. Bending over, you place your hands on the chair's armrests and whisper, "What do you think I'm doing?"

He bit his bottom lip as his gaze was fixed on you, up and down that body that on any day lacked confidence, but not today, not here. Standing this close to him, the proximity of your body to his got his body a bit tense. The smell of your perfume lingered in the air, and he wouldn’t be exaggerating much if he complimented you right now and said you smelt like heaven. instead, he let his fingers gently slide along your soft bare arm and his eyes followed. You were teasing him and it was absolutely working. 

“I don’t know, perhaps you could... tell me,” he responded with a low teasing tone and turned his gaze back to her eyes.

You blink a couple of times, your long thickly-mascaraed lashes fluttering. Tilting your chin down, pressing it against your body with a shy hint of a smile. The heat in your body shifted up to your cheeks when he asked you to tell him what you were doing. Your confidence and control of the situation faltered a moment. "-You ignore me."

His hands stopped softly running along your arms. "I don't mean to," he told you, almost apologising with his tone. 

You utter your reply, slower and not as confidently as before, "I figure it was because you were trying to suppress your feelings for me."

He bit his lower lip with a subtle sigh and moved a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face. “And how did you figure that?” 

“Are you suggesting I’m wrong?”, you asked as insecurities started flushing you, making take a step back, away from him.

Wide-eyed, he was. Pushing himself toward you, out of his chair, he closed the distance that was made as you stepped back. 

The confidence you felt when you first walked into that elevator and travelled upward to the office floor was replaced with nervousness with every passing minute spent in there. This was not how you thought this would go, not like how you had dreamed it. You were supposed to be the one in charge and not him, but the moment he got up and closed the distance between them, you couldn’t help but feel that same weakness you did when you saw him for the first time. He was always put together, always professional with his black tie and somehow cold exterior. It was never easy to figure out what he was thinking or feeling, so to see his reaction now only made your feelings grow. Where was that confident woman with red lipstick from the elevator now?

“Why don’t you tell me?”, speaking under his breath as he lifted his hand up to your chin before gently sliding his thumb over her jaw. His touch made you feel as if electric waves were pulsing through your veins. Goosebumps appeared on your arms at his touch. You felt dazed, astounded, and wonderstruck by the feeling and sight of his body so close to yours. And as you opened your mouth, trying to form any sounds that might count as words, he slammed his lips against your and pinned your thighs to his desk behind her.

The top of your cheeks perched on the surface of his desk as he pushed you into it and had his mouth on your. A whimper escaped your lips when he finally pulled back to breathe, both pairs of eyes opening and staring at each other. Your lower body pressed between him and his desk, and his hand on your hip. 

"I don't think-" You found her voice, failing to keep it steady. "I don't think I need to tell you anymore." You smiled then broke eye contact to have a quick look towards the door. "Is anyone going to walk in, should it be locked?"

“Nobody just walks in here, you were the first this week.” He smirked as he looked at you, mesmerised by your beauty, before giving you another short kiss, lightly biting on your lower lip.

He slightly turned away from you but kept a tight hold too. His hand on your waist as the other one reached for his phone, calling his secretary and telling her he’s busy, to not let anyone into his office. Putting the phone down, he brought his other hand back, grazing your bare skin while he examined your perfection.

“Better now?” He smirked, as he leaned closer to you and planted a kiss on your neck as your head fell back with a quiet panting escaping your throat. 

You flutter your lashes, cheeks burning and a coy smile on her face. Your confidence had definitely diminished now. It had been replaced with butterflies and nerves. Tilting your head and rolling it back as you enjoyed his kisses. "Yes...", you panted. "That's better. NO one will interrupt but-" You halted. You needed to regain your confidence. Gently placing your hand around the front of his neck, you just used enough force to push his head back upright. You slid herself up onto the desk, your practically bare bottom sitting on the glass-top. Moving that hand from his neck down to his tie, you began loosening it and pulling it closer, while wrapping your legs around his hips. 

"E-nuff... Enough," you try to say firmly, still pushing out her confidence. "I believe... I am the one in charge here. I want to see more. You can see me but you, it's time to lose that shirt." With one swift and graceful movement she pulled one end of the tie and let it fall to the floor.