Boss lady-1

She strode to the door and damned if my eyes didn’t follow her as she left. Then I looked down and saw that the contour of my semi-erect penis was showing. I returned to my desk and, with my head in my hands, broke down. Thank God she had left before then. A twisted mix of emotions – indignity, rage, and long-repressed sexual longing welled up and battled for dominance. But, through sheer will, I collected myself, and my thoughts turned to reprisal.

I walked down the carpeted hallway and stopped at Vivian’s desk.

“Grant’s expecting me.” I said. My hands were clammy and my jaw was clenching with anxiety.

“Go right in, Mr Byron.” she said, and I pushed open the heavy oak door.

“Tim! Have a seat. Did Jenna tell you about the tweeks to the Demerest account? We want to run them past you first, of course. Have a drink? It’s four o’clock. I’m having one.” and, with that, Simon poured scotch from a decanter.

“Sure. I’ll have one with you.” I said. I needed it, really, to calm myself. I sank into one of the leather armchairs that faced the desk.