Walking up the stairs she took a steadying breath. Unable to believe what she was about to do she continued the stair and down a brightly colored hall until she stood before a nondescript gray door. She had been preparing for this for a while, but could not believe that it was really happening. She was about to seduce her boss.
Nervously smoothing out the wrinkles of her skirt, she took one more deep breath. Molding her face into a mask of indifference she twisted the handle, wincing at the squeak the door let, and entered the forward room of her work. Across the room she could see the open door of his office. Her heart slammed against her breast as if attempting to rip itself out. Her stomach felt as if it was filled with writhing serpents. Pressing her hand briefly to her heart she soundlessly walked across the room, silently praying that he was alone yet hoping that someone was there.
Leaning through the doorway she found only him sitting at his desk. His concentration fixed on his Mac laptop. Schooling her features she slowly walked toward him, her heals making soft sounds against the gray carpet.
Seeming to realize that he was no longer alone, he glanced up, his face taking a look of surprise. Standing he looked as if he was going to greet her until he saw the mischievous look upon her face and her finger pressed to her lips in a sign of silence. His face contorted to one of confusion, but he did not speak.
Laughing to herself she wondered around his desk, sliding her hand across the surface. She maneuvered herself between the desk and him. Putting her hand against his chest, she lightly shoved him back into his chair. His confusion became even more apparent as she sat herself down on the desk before him. She watched him swallow a few times as what was happening slowly dawned on him.
Before he could begin to protest she lifted her high healed feet and placed them on either side of him, effetely trapping him. Her position also gave her the added benefit of having her legs spread before him. The only thing separating him from the view of her womanhood was the fall of her skirt.