Yes Miss Romanoff

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I stood there, frozen in a trance. At the angle she was at, I had a view of everything and I wanted nothing more than to jump across the desk and pull her on top of me.

"Hey sweetheart. My eyes are a little higher." I dragged my eyes up to meet hers. They had a devilish tint to them. She was definitely enjoying this.

"Now are we going to move this table or not?" She teased. All I could do was nod, still at a loss for words as we moved the table across the room next to hers.

Once everything was finally moved over, the two of us sat at our desks next to each other.

I stared at her as she started to get on with her work, well more specifically I stared at her chest.

She turned to look at me and I snapped back to look at my laptop, my cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

I felt her hand squeeze my thigh so I turned to look at her again, this time at her eyes.

She leaned in and whispered
"It's ok sweetheart you can stare if you want to.", repeating almost exactly what I'd said to her that night in the club

"I wore it just for you." She nibbled on my ear lobe before pulling away, grinning at my flustered state.

I grabbed her face with my hands and pulled her in for a needy kiss, welcoming her tongue into my mouth and sucking on it hard. I moaned softly as her hand slid higher up my thigh, squeezing and caressing it lightly.

She pulled away, short of breath and returned back to her work, leaving me a worked up mess.

"Remember what I said sweetheart. We have to be just coworkers here otherwise they might find out what we did in here. Wouldn't it just be terrible if they found out we fucked on this very desk, during work hours?"

"Yes Miss Romanoff" I sighed. Her hand squeezed my thigh in response earning a quiet whimper from me.

"Don't you think someone will question this if they see you?" I asked gesturing to her ridiculous outfit and the visible hickeys.

"Anything is fashion sweetheart. I can wear what I want, no one can question it, no matter how revealing it might be. And as for the hickeys, that could have been anyone, I could've picked someone up at a bar, or a party. At the end of the day, my personal life is none of anyone else's business." She replied. How she had so much confidence, I will never know.

Eventually, we both managed to start working properly, we were just about finished with our patterns and were going to start sewing our first pieces the following week.

We were going to be using faux leather, for obvious reasons, and we're each making the tight ones first since they'd be hardest.

It was going to probably take many attempts to actually achieve a perfect finished product. Since the catsuits were skin tight, they'd have to have the perfect measurements and designs so that they were still comfortable and easy to move in.

Therefore the looser versions were going to be a whole lot easier as they wouldn't need to be so specific. However it'd still be difficult to make the look effortlessly slouchy but chic at the same time.

***

At around 1:30pm, there was a knock at the door. Despite what she'd said earlier, Nat still rushed to pull her black leather jacket on to hide, well everything. Wasn't as confident as she thought, was she.

"Come in." She called out. I nudged her,

"I thought anything is fashion, no matter how revealing."

"Not everyone deserves to see the merchandise." She whispered to me in with a little wink as the person walked in.