Meet me in ten
I need to talk to you, meet me at my office in ten minutes. She was a little worried as she read his text message. She was already nearby and arrived at his front door in just eight minutes. She opened the door to an empty room. No one was there, his staff gone, no clients, empty of anyone but her. She closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment before considering calling out his name. A beep from her phone, then a smile on her face because she knew it was him before she even looked. Another text. This one asking her to lock up when she gets in, then come back to his office. A sigh and a smile as she read his words, then making her way down the hall to his office. The smile on his face when he looked up from his paperwork, told her that nothing was wrong. He just wanted to see her, and he was quite obviously rather busy.
She dropped her bag on the couch as she walked through the door. Her jacket on the back of one of the chairs placed side by side in front of his desk. His eyes following her and then the neckline of her blouse as her movements exposed a glimpse of lace and skin beneath the silk fabric. He thought of removing that blouse and exploring the tender, beautiful skin there and everywhere else on her body.