"I have to say I am more than happy with you since I employed you as my personal secretary, Simon" my boss Marjorie Skinner endorsed with that lustful look of hers. "You have served me well, you come easily up to my expectations and so I am delighted to say the probation period is over and you can rest assured your employ is not of a permanent nature, are you happy with that?"
Well that was alright then, I'd got the job, was on a good salary - especially now I was permanent and on top of that, have delightful boss in Marjorie who I wanted to call Marge - but she said that sounded too much like margarine and to call her by her second name, Louise so it seemed my feet were under the office table and I was well in.
But I have to tell you that since I became permanent staff Louise has taken to the touchy feely thing and has put me in a sort of a quandary as to her intentions, or maybe it is me being naive, we do work in close proximity working in a script production office for a large film company, she tells me I remind her of Ralph Fiennes but even better looking, and she seems to have this habit of closing to me when I am searching for something in the file drawer and the smell of her perfume is very exotic and makes me think of things other than the things I should be thinking about in a very busy office.
However I did not want to put my job in jeopardy, it could be that she wasn't making up to me, that it was just her way although the way her eyes caught mine during those close proximity occasions made me want to lavish her.
I soon found at she knew exactly what she was doing and when came the day she slapped my bum when I was leaning over the desk to reach some documents, and ventured further I knew I had not been imagining it, that she wanted a little more than the specifications of my employ.
She immediately apologised though.
"That's okay, I guess I am flattered to tell you the truth and I would love to - well you know, but you are married!"