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My laptop pings at around ten o’clock. It’s an email from Mr. Boss Man. Short and to the point.

I need you in my office ASAP, Grasshopper.

I smile, and instantly abandon my work. Because that’s what you do when Boss Man calls.

I try to be discreet as I walk past Rosetta’s desk. She’s typing away furiously, focused on her screen. I turn quietly into Weston’s office, and hurry my step as I inch closer to his desk. As soon as I round the corner, I see him hunched over a bunch of papers on his desk. He’s wearing a slim fitted striped shirt and hasn’t shaved today.

He lifts his gaze when he notices me. A slow playful smile stretches across his lips. “You look very smart today, Miss Morris.”

I blush. “Thank you.”

“I love the outfit. Very sexy librarian.”

I stare down at my top and skirt. The blouse is a soft sheer pink fabric with a tie scarf neck, and the skirt is a grey pencil style. But the shoes are the best part; vintage Chanel pink and black capped slingbacks with a sexy three inch heel.

“Thank you,” I say as I close the distance between us. “The shoes are vintage Chanel,” I tell him. “I got them for a steal on eBay.”

He smiles and curves his finger, motioning me closer. “They suit you. They have your name written all over them. So you’re a Chanel girl?”

I smile and inch closer, closer still until I find myself standing between his legs. I feel the proximity deep in my core, in every cell of my being. He makes me feel so alive. “I’d like to be, but I can’t afford it. These shoes are the only Chanel I own.”

He raises a brow and wraps a hand around the small of my back. “If you could afford it, what else would you buy?”

I ponder his question for just a few seconds. It’s an easy one to answer. “Well, first off, a classic bag… black. Another pair of heels. Classic black and white. A bracelet maybe. Maybe a dress.”

He smiles, and pulls me closer. I know exactly what he has in mind.

“So what did you want, Mr. Hanson?” I ask, my tone flirtatious. “What is the emergency?”

He laughs. “I just had to see you,” he confesses. “I was going to wait until lunch, but then I found myself obsessed with thoughts of you, and I couldn’t focus on a single thing.”

I get all warm and fuzzy inside at the sound of his words. “Well, I’m here. What are you going to do with me?”

He trails a hand down my skirt, and leisurely slips it under the hem, and up my thigh. I close my eyes at the feel of his touch. It’s only been since yesterday, but I already crave it. He groans when he reaches my lace panties. Needless to say, I never wear cotton briefs anymore or the granny panties I used to wear for a slimmer waistline. I only sport the sexiest of undies at work because I never know when Mr. Boss Man is going to feel me up. A girl needs to be prepared.

“I like these,” he whispers. “A lot.”

I smile down at him. “I’m glad.”

“Turn around,” he commands, and I obey, spinning on my Chanels.

He doesn’t waste a single second. He’s eager when he pulls up my pencil skirt and slides a hand over my rear. “Beautiful,” he breathes.

And then a slap. A hard slap. Then another on the other side. I love every second of it.

And then he surprises me when he bites my flesh. Not super hard, but hard enough to make my heart skip a beat or two. I turn to him, jaw on the floor.

He wears a proud impish expression. “My apologies… I couldn’t help myself. Your bum just looks so delicious in that lace.”

I laugh. “I might have to start wearing my granny panties,” I joke. “You can’t be trusted, Mr. Hanson.”

He smiles. “Might still happen… can’t make any promises.”

I laugh and he rubs my rear softly, easing the sting. I close my eyes again, and revel in the sensation. He gallantly slides my skirt back down over my behind, and presses the folds down. I turn slowly to him.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Rosetta calls out, a polite warning.