Mr. B. sat behind his desk and looked up at his secretary. "Katey, I am afraid I have to ask you to stay late again tonight. I have a meeting with Mr. James, and after hours was the only time we could schedule it. You know what an important client he is. I really could use your assistance"
"You know I don't mind, sir," she replied as she leaned against the corner of her boss's dark wooden desk. She thought Mr. B a very attractive man, and secretly wished that he would notice her. "It's my job to help you and the company succeed.. What is it you need me to do?"
"It won't be difficult, really. Take a few notes, offer suggestions .. but mainly, just be there to make things go smoothly. Mr. James likes you, and you can help grease the wheels, so to speak." Mr. B. observed that Katey's skirt had ridden a little up her thigh as she leaned back, and his mind drifted, imagining ... he was very attracted to his assistant. Ah well, the office was no place to carry on a romance.
"I think Mr. James is very nice too," she answered. "And so powerful and influential. We DO need to make a good impression. Do you think it would be helpful if I ordered in some food, maybe wine and cheese?"
"That would be fantastic, Katey. See, already I am glad you are able to stay and help."
"Of course, sir." she demurred. "Tell me though, what should I wear? Will this be formal business, or office casual?"
"Hmmm ... I hadn't thought about it" Mr B. answered. "If I know Mr. James, he'll be wearing his best, so we'd better do the same. White shirt and suit for me. And, I'll wear that silk tie you gave me for my birthday."
"Why mr B, I am so happy you remembered it" Katey gushed. Perhaps he had noticed her after all. "In that case, maybe I should change into something more ... appropriate, too."
"Great, Katey! I am sure you'll look delicious no matter what you decide to wear"
Katey blushed as she caught his glance, the word 'delicious' resonating. "OK, see you later then .. sir"
Four hours later ...
"Mr. B was right", Katey thought as she unlocked the main door to the office to let Mr. James in. He was dressed immaculately, a dark pinstripe suit under his overcoat; it was a good thing she had slipped home to change into her navy blue skirt-suit, or she would have felt out of place.
Everyone else had gone home, and they had the office suite to themselves. "It's nice to see you again, Mr. James," Katey said as she escorted him to the conference room. "Mr. B is waiting for you in here. May I take your coat?"
"Why yes, thank you Katey" Mr James answered. He had been here before for meetings, and had met Katey several times. He turned so that Katey could help peel his expensive woolen overcoat from his shoulders, her fingers brushing along his powerful arms as she tugged at the sleeves. He smiled at her.
"Mr. James, it's good to see you!" Mr. B stepped toward the door as James entered the conference room. Katey followed him in. The conference room was normally reserved for only the most important meetings with clients. She loved the aura of power in this place: a long oval table dominated the center of the room, surrounded by burgundy leather chairs. The dark leather was complemented by the expensive oriental rug on the floor and the drapes framing the huge window at the end opposite the door. Ah that window, that was her favorite, overlooking the city below, on nights like this illuminated by a million windows in the surrounding buildings. A leather sofa that matched the chairs backed to the bottom of the window.
"Your assistant Katey has already made herself helpful, Mr. B," James said, staring at her for a moment.
"Oh, you don't begin to know how talented and valuable she is, Mr. James," Mr. B answered. He smiled at her, and she at him. As expected, she did look delicious .. the word he had used with her earlier. "Good enuf to eat", he thought, his eyes lingering on his assistant a few seconds more than was proper.
"Gentlemen, at Mr. B's suggestion I brought in some wine. Would you like some now?"
"That sounds wonderful, Katey," Mr. James answered. "You'll have some too, won't you?"
"But of course! I love wine. I got one of my favorite, I hope you like it." She took the two men by the elbows and guided them to the far end of the room, where a bottle of red wine stood on the credenza near the sofa. The three remained standing, taking in the magnificent view out the window. Katey handed Mr. B and Mr. James their wine glasses, then poured for them. Mr. B placed his glass on the table and handed one to Katey, "Here, allow me, young lady". As he stood very close to her, her thigh momentarily brushed against his. He could sense her perfume, and found it stimulated in a way he wasn't expecting.
When all three had their glasses filled, Mr. B raised his up. "May I propose a toast ... To success in business, and to good company!" The three clinked their wine glasses, and took a sip. When they did, though, Mr. B's arm bumped Katey's, and a small bit of wine spilled from her glass and dribbled onto her chin.
"Oh! I'm so sorry Katey!" Mr. B reached out with his hand right away, and with his finger curled, scooped the droplets of wine from her chin. As his finger lingered there, Katey instinctively reached out with her tongue and licked the wine from it.
Immediately she was embarrassed by what she had done. "Oh, Mr. B! I didn't mean to do that!" she blushed. After a moment of surprise, he answered "There is no reason to be embarrassed Katey. After all, I was the one who jostled your arm. But, tell me ... did the wine taste good from my finger?"
Now she was embarrrassed. But she also felt a rush of blood to her loins, excited at the idea that her boss was finding her attractive. "Uhhhh .. yes, sir ... I have to admit it did ..." she stammered.
