Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
As I suspected, she’s pulling into the parking lot already ten minutes late. She gets out of her little car and straightens her skirt before she grabs her bag out of the car and comes running toward my building.
This office is mostly for appearances, but the building came up for sale a few years ago when I moved to town and was a good investment. It was a lot of space, so I decided to lease out the lower floors while saving the top one for myself.
It takes Tinsley five more minutes to navigate the elevators and find my office. When she comes through she’s a little frazzled, and there’s a flush in her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry I’m late. I got held up and then—”
“Do you think I casually hand out jobs, Miss Moore?” My voice is stern as I walk around my desk and put my hands in my pockets.
“Well, no, but—”
“Exactly. I expect the people that work for me to be professional, and that includes being on time.”
Her chin dips, and she looks down at the floor. “I’m sorry.”
“You’ll call me sir while we’re in this office.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she says quietly.
I walk closer and then circle around her, looking up and down. She’s got on her usual uniform except today she’s wearing a pale purple cardigan with rhinestones on it and a matching bow in her hair. I stop in front of her, and her eyes lift to mine. She’s looking up at me through her lashes, and I can’t help but think how pretty she would be on her knees.
“There’s an expression I’ve always been fond of. The best way to apologize is with behavior.” I cross my arms over my chest, mostly so I don’t reach out and touch her. “I’d like for you to prove to me that you’re sorry.”
She nervously licks her lips. “What would you like me to do?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Sir.”
I cock my head to the side as I slowly look her up and down. “I’d like your panties.”
Her mouth drops open, and she blinks at me. “What?”
“You’re on thin ice, Miss Moore,” I warn.
“Excuse me, sir. But you want my p-panties?” She can hardly get the words out, and I want to smile.
I check my watch and then look back at her. “You’ve already used up twenty minutes of my day with your tardiness. When you come to work unprepared, you lose an item of clothing. That is what my time costs. Do you understand?”
She swallows hard, and her cheeks flush pink. “Yes, sir.”
“Take off your panties and put them on my desk. Once you’ve made your apology, we can finally begin. Otherwise, I’m not going to take your eagerness for this job seriously.”
I take a step back, but I don’t look away as I wait for her to make her decision. Maybe this is too far too fast, but I can’t stop myself. I put my hands back in my pockets as I watch her walk to the edge of my desk and place her bag on the ground next to it. Then while she’s bent over, she reaches under her skirt with both hands and quickly pulls them down her legs.
My mouth waters as I see the pale purple cotton that matches her bow dangle from her fingers. She places them gently in the middle of my desk and then turns around to face me. She’s got her hands folded together in front of her, and she’s looking down at the ground in submission.
“Good girl,” I say, and her head snaps up. “Now shall we begin?”
“Yes, sir.” I don’t miss the slight smile she gives me as I nod my approval.
“I’d like to begin with you taking notes.” I pretend to be unaffected as I go around my desk and pluck the panties off of it. I deposit them into the drawer while taking out a laptop and handing it to her. “This is yours now.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up as she looks it over. “Thank you, sir.”
“I want you to take good care of it and make sure it’s with you at all times.” She nods as I point to the seat beside my desk. “You’re going to write down everything I say, and then we can review the notes at the end of the day. This will help you learn what I do while I continue to work.”
“Sounds good.” She beams and takes a seat. “Sir.”
Her chair is facing me, and her knees are squeezed tightly together so I can’t get a peek up her skirt. It’s both infuriating and tempting all at the same time.
As I lean back in my chair and read over recent financial decisions I’ve made, I slide my hand under my desk and rub my cock. Tinsley is taking notes quickly as I stick my leg out so my cock has room to stretch down the inside of my thigh.