She’d only been at the office a week. Jenna. Medium height, toned and athletic like she spent her mornings running and her evenings doing yoga. Her dark hair was always pinned up in a messy bun, little strands falling over sharp cheekbones. Medium-sized breasts — not the kind that screamed for attention, but just enough to make every fitted blouse she wore drive him crazy. Hips that moved with quiet confidence. Legs for d...