The new sectretary

Chapter 1

Alison walks down the hallway. She wears a fitted black dress suit and skirt, above the knees with a pair of sleek red heels. She strolls past lots of large spacious offices and waves at the other secretaries as she passes. Today is her first day at her new job and she dresses up smartly to impress her new boss. The clicking sound of her sleek Jimmy Choo pumps echoes down the hallway as she walks into her new office. Alison sits down at her large mahogany desk. Her lightly tan, slender leg crosses over the other. Now and then, she would slip her foot in and out of her heel. She switches on the laptop, feeling excited about meeting her boss and getting to know him.

"Good morning, you must be Alison?" asks Mr Powell. He strides into the office confidently and greets her with a welcoming smile as he sits down opposite her. Mr Edwards wears a brown pinstripe suit with matching trousers and a coat. "So, is this your first time working in an office?"

"In my previous job I worked in an office," replies Alison. Her vibrant green eyes met his as she smiles at him.

"That's good," speaks Mr Powell as he relaxes in his chair. His hazel eyes gaze into hers for a moment. From where he sits, he glances at her tan slender legs under the desk thinking to himself. He watches as one of her pumps dangles off her toes before it accidentally slips off her foot. It hits the floor with a loud thud. His eyes full upon her beautiful tan feet and immaculately painted toes. 

"What would you like me to do for you Mr Powell?" she asks politely as she reaches underneath her desk and struggle to reach her pump that lay on the carpet. 

"Oh, please call me Ant."

"Okay," replies Alison. She watches as Ant gets up and walks around to her desk and kneel in front of her desk and wonders what he is up to. Leaning over the desk, she watches as his hand slowly disappear underneath the desk for a moment. "What are you doing?"

"You were struggling to get your shoe. So, I thought I would get it for you," replies Ant, looking up at her with a smile on his face. 

Alison stares at Ant suspiciously, her brows furrow and push together as her green eyes narrow to pinpoints and lock onto him. She startles, feeling his hand grasp her ankle. He gently slips her shoe back in place on her delicate foot. She smiles and says, "Thank you Ant. These shoes must be a little loose." She was hoping, she wasn't blushing as she's thinking about how strong his hand felt against her smooth bare skin. 

"You're welcome," replies Ant. He slowly traces his fingers down her beautiful feet, feeling how soft and smooth the skin is on the tips of fingers as he has one last look at them before standing. Looking into her eyes he says, "I hope that didn't make you feel awkward around me."

"Not at all," replies Alison. She watches as Ant leans against his deck. "How long have you worked here for?"

"I've been here for 13 years now," replies Ant. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure you can. Allie" replies Ant. Eyeing up her beautiful feet again from behind his laptop.

"Do you ever feel lonely when you are on your own Ant?"

"I enjoy having the company."

After having a long conversation that lasts several minutes, they had lost track of time and fallen behind with their work. Although they had fun chatting with each other. Ant still has a very important meeting at 2 pm with his boss Melissa Ingling. Suddenly, his mind blurs and memory tore through his mind of their last meeting a year ago

Melissa is sat at a large brown open mahogany desk inside a nicely decorated office. She wears a fitted dress suit, and her feet are clad in a pair of black flats shoes. As she clicks on the mouse, she crosses one leg over the over causing the bottom of her trouser leg to ride up and uncover her shoe.  She reads through the company report from last month. She looks up from her laptop and watches as Ant walks into the office. "You're late," she says.

"Sorry. I quickly finish something," explains Ant as he sat down in the chair and smiles at her. He leans back in the chair. "So, what is the meeting for?" Looking down at the floor, he sees her foot inside her shoe that gives him the urge to touch them. 

"What are you looking at?" asks Melissa. 

"Nothing," replies Ant, looking up at her. "Oh, nice shoes by the way."