Sitting at his senior vice president's desk, Thomas put down the phone receiver. He had just gotten off the phone with his wife, Liv, who was complaining about the kids. Since they had both gone off to college, it had been one headache after another. But he had a company to run, and right now, he was waiting on one of his senior account managers to bring him sales figures so they could complete his quarterly report.
Miranda walked into Thomas's office with a folder in her hand, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She was dressed in a tight short skirt that accentuated her sexy ass and long-toned legs and a white button-down shirt that was several buttons undone, revealing her ample bust line. Her long dark hair bounced around her shoulders, and her pouty lips were painted a deep red.
Thomas looked up from his desk as she entered, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight before him. He couldn't help but admire how she filled her clothes and moved with confidence and grace.
"Here are the sales figures you requested, Thomas," Miranda said softly, handing him the folder. Her voice was low and sultry, sending shivers down Thomas's spine.
He took the folder from her, his fingers brushing against hers as he did so. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he felt himself growing hard at the thought of what could happen between them if they were alone.
"Thank you, Miranda," he said gruffly, trying to hide his arousal. "You always provide me with the information I need."
Miranda smiled coyly, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts pressed against the edge of his desk. "I try my best," she purred. "Is there anything else you need from me today?"
Thomas swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the temptation before him. "No, that's all for now," he finally said. Thank you again."
Miranda stood up straight and turned to leave, giving Thomas one last tantalizing glance over her shoulder before disappearing from his office. He watched her go, feeling both frustrated and excited by the encounter. He knew he should resist her charms.
Thomas couldn't help but notice the way Miranda moved, the way her hips swayed, and her breasts jiggled as she walked away from his office. He watched her go, feeling a growing desire he knew he shouldn't be feeling. After all, she was an employee, and he was her boss. But something about her made it impossible for him to resist.
"Miranda," Thomas finally said. He sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. My wife is furious with me because of our kids."
Miranda listened carefully as Thomas poured out his heart to her and realized they would never get anything done with him in this state of mind.
So Miranda decided she had to take action.
Grabbing the armrests of his plush executive chair, Thomas pushed himself to his feet.
"I'm heading downstairs and getting myself a cup of coffee. Can I get you anything?"
Miranda smiled, "Yes, please. I'll take a Mocha."
