"I...uh...I have to get back to you." Dan Watkins hung up the phone, tried to avoid looking up by staring down at his notepad and then, despite his efforts to control his emotions, broke into a sweat. When he lifted his eyes, the sweat became more profuse because, sitting across from him was Laura Woodhouse, her skirt barely covering her thighs, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and her blue eyes boring into his eyes.
"That must have been an important phone call," she said. "You didn't even hear me come into your office."
"I heard you," Dan said. "The truth is that I'm afraid to look at you. You...you look so beautiful that I... Did you...did you think about me this weekend?"
Laura covered her mouth and laughed. "Of course."
"I thought about you, too," Dan said.
Laura smiled seductively, ran her fingers through her hair and lifted her arms over her head. Even though her breasts would barely fill out a training bra her nipples, pressed against the fabric of her blouse, became quite prominent. Once she was sure that she had Dan's full attention, she ran her tongue over her lips and in a husky voice she said, "What did
you
think about? My tiny tits? My pink nipples? Your tongue in my pussy? Your cock in my mouth? The way you blasted..."
"
Good God
, Laura," Dan whined. "Are you trying to torture me? What we did was amazing but...but you know we shouldn't..."
"But we did, didn't we, and we
are
going to do it again
,
aren't we?"
Dan swallowed hard. "Yes, we are. But if anyone ever found out..."
"Why would they? I'm not telling anyone."
"But if they did..."
Laura leaned forward and let her lips curl into a smirk. "You'd be fired, Dan. I'm just the poor girl who you, my boss, took advantage of."
Dan leaned back in his chair, desperately trying to conceal the fear pulsing through his veins as well as the overwhelming throbbing he felt in his cock. "Would you actually do that to me?"
Laura shrugged and flicked her hair over her shoulders. "Just make sure it doesn't come to that. Did you get the conference room like I asked?"
"Yes. But I don't understand why..."
"Because screwing around under everyone's noses makes it more exciting, doesn't it? Let's see. We've sixty-nined in the utility room, I gave you a hand job in..."
"Okay,
okay
," Dan said. "But doing...what we do...also makes our time together limited. I'd like to spend more time with you."
"Well, this is the way I want it. If you don't want to..."
"No. no. I do."
"Then let's go have a meeting."
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Dan and Laura walked through the office hallways spouting out business terminology. None of it meant anything but if anyone listened they'd assume they were actually discussing work-related matters.
When they entered the conference room, Dan turned a knob that said
occupied
