Numbers, fucking numbers. He hated them.
He stopped looking at the screen and turned his chair to look out the office window. He could see the Thames and the odd ferry traveling on it's murky waters. His work was stressful, but he loved his office in the corner of the building. It had large windows on two sides and he could see what the rest of the city was doing as he sat there making and breaking fortunes.
It was good work, but it got to him sometimes. There was always pressure to perform and it never ended. The company was going well on the back of his efforts and he had all the spoils of success.
Sometimes it wasn't enough.
He needed to relieve......the pressure.
He smiled to himself as he looked out at the fading light at the end of the day. He had more work to do, but first he needed to attend to things. He turned back to his desk and pressed the button on the phone.
"Yes, sir?"
He smiled, feeling a slight growing tension in his pants.
"Jane, could you please bring me a coffee?"
"Yes, sir. Anything else?"
"Lock the door when you come in," was all he said before releasing the button and leaning back into his chair.
Jane had been his personal assistant for over a year and he had never worked as well with anyone else. She was stunning and a good ten years younger than him. Long blonde hair with slight curls and more intelligence and wit than most people he'd met.
His thoughts were distracted with a knock at the door and then she came in, a cup of coffee on a saucer. She closed the door with her free hand and then pressed the button on the handle to lock the door. She walked towards his desk dressed in sensible flat shoes, a tasteful skirt that finished just above her knees, white blouse and red jacket. She placed the coffee gently on the table and sat in the chair across from him.
"Here, sir," she said, nodding slightly, blue eyes looking at him.
"Thank you," he said, "it's been a tough day."
She nodded again.
"My pleasure. Anything else I can do to help, sir?" she asked.
He leaned back in his chair, resting his clasped hands on his toned belly and smiled at her.
"It's just constant pressure, but you do so much to help me," he said. "I think I need to take a break for a few minutes."
She looked at him steadily.
"Yes, sir, that would be wise."
He nodded and then pulled open the drawer in his desk, looking for something and then placing it on his desk. It was a tube of lipstick. Russian red. Jane looked down at it.
"It would be best if you....refresh yourself," he said quietly.
She nodded wordlessly and reached over the desk to pick up the lipstick. She opened it and then applied it expertly without even having to check herself in a mirror. When she'd finished, she placed it back down on the desk and looked at him.
"Is that better?"
"Yes, much," he said, smiling at her, "though it's difficult to improve on your natural beauty."
He pushed the chair away from the table and leaned back a little further, his hands now behind his head and the stirring and heat in his groin becoming more pronounced. He looked at her.
"You know what I need, don't you, dear?"
She looked back at him, her tongue very lightly running to her top lip and then back into her mouth.
"Yes, sir."
"You've always been a good girl, very considerate."
"Thank you, sir," she said. "You look after me well."
He nodded.
