"You got two minutes?" Helen stood in Dominic's doorway and waited for him to answer.
'Yeah. I'm free now. What can I do for you?' He could never fail to be turned on by the sight of Helen. Ten years older, her confidence was sexy and she'd kept herself in great shape. Helen had a penchant for wearing dresses that showed off an incredible pair of legs.
'You know that Year 9 class we share?'
'I do...'
'Well, I was wondering if you'd mind doing their reports...?'
She'd moved closer to him, close enough to fill his head with the most alluring of scents. Dominic sat down, a pile of marking on the desk in front of him. Helen perched herself on the desk and crossed her legs. Dominic couldn't help but pleased with how he'd kept eye contact with her as he spoke. It would have been so obvious if he'd even glanced at her legs.
'Well, what am I going to get in return?'
He genuinely hadn't considered the flirtatious nature of his question, but now that he'd said it, Helen's eyes glinted and sharpened in on him. He smiled, as if it was all intentional.
'Ooh, you came to play, didn't you?'
Helen bit her lip and, out of the corner of his eye, Dominic could see that her leg was moving. He kept eye contact.
'Now, I didn't mean to tease...'
'Mr Johnson, I'm intrigued.'
She stood up and moved behind him, as he remained seated. Two hands on his shoulders, she gave Dominic a playful little shove, before leaning her mouth in, close to his ear.
'Just what's going on inside your head?'
Dominic felt her hot breath tingle the hairs on the back of his neck and the heat reached his crotch, as he couldn't stop his cock from stirring inside his pants.
Helen walked around the other side of the desk, her back to him. He took the opportunity to drink in the sight of her legs, as well as her shapely arse. The dress cling to it magnificently.
In his head, Dominic thought nothing of just going for it.
'You're looking particularly stunning today, Helen.'
She turned and wore a look that said she didn't know how to react to the comment. After a second, it faded and was replaced with a familiar expression of confidence, complete with smile and glint in the eye.
Helen licked her lips before she spoke.
'Thank you, Dominic. Do I get you hot under the collar?'
She moved forward and leaned across the desk, so she was eye to eye with him.
'Sometimes,' he smirked back before standing up. 'Do I get you all hot and bothered?' He approached her, getting close enough to take in more of her perfume.
She took in the sight of him - shirt clinging to his body, broad shoulders and a full package, just for her. Her eyes rested there.