You've almost made it to your cubicle when you hear your manager call your name. You groan and turn towards her office.
"Could you come here for a moment?"
She's standing in the doorway of her office, hand still on the door handle. As soon as she sees you shuffling in her direction, she turns around, and your eyes are drawn to the way her skirt clings to her curvy round backside. She walks back in to her office, closing the door behind her. You feel like all of your co-workers are watching you as you reluctantly drag your feet to her office.
Once you make it to the door, you give it a short knock out of courtesy before opening it.
"You wanted to see me, boss?"
Kelly gestures to you with a mouth full of coffee.
"Come in and shut the door."
You close the door, take a deep breath, and then turn around to face her. Your heart starts beating faster, nervous about this meeting and yet excited to be alone with her in this tiny room.
"Take a seat," Kelly says, waving at the empty chair on the other side of her desk as she takes the last swallow of coffee from her "World's Best Boss" mug and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
You sit down in front of the desk of the cute, small but curvy brunette. You're struck, as always, by how round and symmetrical her face is. Her dark hair is parted perfectly in the center of her forehead and tucked back behind cute, perfectly identical ears. Beneath the button nose smack dab in the exact center of her face, her two lips are both equally wide and full, with the dip in her upper lip and the curve of her bottom lip both subtle, gradual, and graceful. Those lips are surrounded by even, shallow creases in her round, slightly pink cheeks, and her slightly jutting chin. Those shallow creases would seem to indicate that she smiles and laughs a lot . . . just not when she's here. Her jaw has the same graceful, U-shaped slope as her lower lip. Her stylish but simple, naughty librarian glasses do nothing to diminish the smolder in her big brown eyes beneath thick lashes and thin, carefully plucked eyebrows.
She's all business. Her button-up blouse is white, her blazer's navy blue, and her skirt's charcoal gray. She has no jewelry on except for one small, inexpensive necklace.
From this close you can smell the fragrance of the body wash wafting from her smooth skin, practical but slightly botanical and extremely feminine.
She gives you a small smile that's close-lipped and tight and speaks in a soft voice that's supposed to be friendly but also professional.
"I hate to have to get on you this early," Kelly says. "But I never see you hard at work. If that means I have to stay on top of you . . ."
You can't help tuning her out. She's given you this lecture so many times before. You try to nod and maintain eye contact. But your eyes drop to her perfectly even, pouty lips. And then your gaze drops even further to the swelling curve of her chest in her white blouse.
"I don't want to have to ride you too hard, but there's no reason for your performance to not satisfy . . ."
You steady your gaze back on the chocolaty brown eyes behind the thick lenses of her glasses.
She's droning on and on until suddenly . . .
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