After the ususal professional primping, I hauled my ass to office on Monday and was even at my desk tapping away before eight am. The weeked being as disasterous as it was only inspired me to get to work first thing in the morning. I had never been so enthusiastic over tapping away at my key board but here I was doing just that. It was that very enthusiasm that was at fault for what happened next.
My favourite coffee had not been enough to sustain such an early start to work. I was requiring something a little more stronger so after having down mu usual dose in just fifteen minutes I was up from my desk heading on to the little kitchennette in the corner to whip up a batch of very black highly cafinated coffee. The office was still very empty as Mondays was always a late start with everyone usually rocking in at ten past so I almost howled my surprise when the deep baritone of my sexy play boy boss, Mark Stevens rang pleasantly in my ears sending thendrils of awareness thrilling down to my very core.
Great! I grumped to myself, just what I needed yet another hot bod playboy. I was sure there was never one so ill fated as myseld. So ineffectively stilling the shivers I turned around to face Mark who was standing inappropriately close crowding into my personal space so I backed up and pressed myself up against the kitchen counter.
"Morning, Mark," I said pleasantly, returning his greeting cordially. I was not about to getr myself fired by doing or saying anything else. Afterall, I had a mortgage to tie my hands and cast me into virtual bondage in servitude. Anyone who can think otherwise regarding a mortgage is seriously kidding themselves.
" So how did the sales of your house go?" Mark hit the gold mine with his choice of question for soon unknowingly I was absconded in his office with him while we both cosily sipped at our owerly strong coffees and poured over the ramification of my non eventuating sale. Mark was always one good with words he can smooth talk the panties off even the more stingent old dame let alone little ol me. I was a thankful he had so far restricted his attentions to only weedling out a heavy work schedule out of me and left out his more armourous attentions. At least that was what I told myself...constantly. He was also an amazing listener.
"So you know this Brett since child hood?" Mark asked while looking into his cup of rapidly finishing coffee, we had been here for quite sometime already.
"Yes, my neighbour,my non-firends non-enemy non-acquiatance neighbour," I replied in what I thoght was a very self-explanatory description but not so for his next question was, "What? So you were fuck buddies?"
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عاطفيةSherri, a 27 year old virgin suddenly finds herself rousing unexpected interest from the opposite sex. From her childhood arch nemesis, local bad boy and delectable neighbour Brett, to his newly found step brother, Josh and on the work front there...
