Just seeing him coming through the hotel lobby was enough to make her flush. The thought of his arms, wrapped round her body, lifting her upwards. To his mouth, his soft lips, his tongue as it invaded her mouth.
'Scarlett!' He clicked his fingers in front of her face. 'Are you with us? You've got to stay focused for this.'
'Yeah, I'm here.' She snapped out of her daydream. Her boss, Michael, kept invading her fantasies, even at the most inconvenient moments. She'd seen him at the company gym once before, lifting weights, watching the muscles in his arms ripple. Scarlett spent half her time daydreaming about him and it was starting to affect her. He'd chosen her for this proposal to show that she did want to stay at the company, that she wasn't a dreamer.
'Remember, this is your last chance. Your input has been failing over the past couple of months.' He looked straight at her and she almost melted. His longish brown hair styled out of his piercing blue eyes was enough to floor most women. Michael took on a concerned look. 'If there's anything I can help with...' Scarlett thought she saw a flash of something else across his features. But it was gone before she could catch it. 'I just wish I knew what was in your head.' He turned back and carried on to the conference room, Scarlett trailing behind him.
"No, you really don't." She thought as he pushed open the door. She shook herself, she needed this job. She resolved to keep her mind focused and to concentrate on the meeting and nothing else.
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She flumped back on her bed, the meeting was finished and she'd done her best. Now she just had to wait until Monday to receive the report on how they'd done. She closed her eyes and thought of Michael. Stood beside her through the whole meeting, eyes boring into her. She caught him checking her out at one point, as she had turned to look at him, his eyes snapped back to her face from her curved ass. She slipped her fingers beneath the top of skirt and into her lace knickers. She thought of his hands on her ass, feeling their way up her sides, across her back, in her hair. His lips on hers, his tongue probing inside her mouth, his hand feeling its way up the inside of her leg. She felt her own wetness and rubbed her finger round her clit, a moan escaping from her open mouth. She jumped up in shock as the phone rang.
'I'm in the bar, fancy a drink?' Michael's voice cut through clear and strong. She gulped guilty and removed her hand.
'Yeah, I'll be down in ten minutes.' She heard the other end cut off. Nervousness cut through her like a knife. Oh god, he was going to tell her how the meeting went, whether she still had a job or not. She stood up from the bed and wiped her fingers clean. She re-did her makeup, shook off her jacket, undid a few buttons of her blouse and strode out her room.
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'I got you an appletini.' Michael passed her the drink as she sat down on the sofa. He was sat at the other end, beer in hand. Two empty glasses were in front of him. Oh, she thought, that's not a good sign. Getting up the courage to fire one of your employees.
'So, how do you think the meeting went?' He looked her dead in the eye and she flushed again. She became very aware of how much breast was on show as she took a deep breath.
'I think it went well. We stuck to the plan, they seemed very receptive and hopefully we should hear from them by next week.' She bit her bottom lip and looked at her drink. Crap, I did terribly and I'm going have to move back with my parents.
'Well...' He put his drink down and reached for one of her hands. She glanced up in shock and saw him smiling at her. 'They rang me half an hour ago to say that they loved the pitch and there are well assured the company is in good hands.' Michael almost cheered. She gasped, not knowing whether to hug him or cry. She still had her job. She wasn't being fired. She smiled at him.
'I knew you had a beautiful smile.' He grinned at her. Again, she flushed. Christ, what is wrong with me?! I'm not a 16 year old schoolgirl, she chastised herself. 'Look, I know I've only been your manager for a couple of months but there is something that's bothering you, isn't there?' He edged closer to her on the sofa, so their knees were touching. 'Maybe problems at home, husband?'
She could have kidded herself into thinking there was a hint of hope in his voice. She looked at him and almost collapsed at the look in his dark, green, eyes. Almost hungry, like he wanted her.
'Well.. I ..,' She stammered out. Pull yourself together, Scarlett mentally slapped herself. 'I don't have a husband, or a boyfriend. I put too much time into my work.' She looked him dead in the eye and smiled.
'Oh, I just thought someone as gorgeous as you would have someone, even a lover.' He was now pressing his leg against hers. 'Let me get you another drink.' And too quickly, he'd stood up and strode off to the bar.
She couldn't put her finger on it. She wanted him and now it seemed like he wanted her. But why? She was average looking, a bit plump and not exactly the cleverest of people. The drink had made her head swim.
'I got you another appletini.. Oh and a tequila.' He placed two shot glasses in front of them, along with the drinks, winking at her. She felt a shock go straight to her pussy.
'Tequila? Really?' She glanced at him again, the boss plying her with drinks.
'I know, I'm the boss but since I moved here, it's been kind of lonely.' He looked so forlorn, Scarlett wanted to reach over and put her arm rounds his tight, muscular....
