Tom was at his desk, studying a report displayed on his screen, when a quiet knock sounded on the office door. "Come in," he called without looking up. He could tell it was Charlotte by the way she silently entered the room. His assistant, a small, slender woman in her mid-twenties, often escaped notice. "Do you mind if I close this?" she asked in that soft tone which sometimes annoyed him, but more often than not soothed...

Tom arrived at the hotel early on Saturday evening. With almost two hours to kill, he lingered over a Scotch in the bar, then headed up to his room. Though he wasn't at all eager to spend the night with Charlotte, he understood it was in his best interest to make sure their time together went as smoothly as possible. With a critical eye, he studied the hotel room and decided it should meet his assistant's high standards....

Once Tom and Charlotte were in bed, with only a single lamp illuminating the hotel room, Tom expected his assistant to demand that he fuck her. After all, that was why they were spending the night together. Instead, the young woman lay on her side and encouraged him to do the same, so that they now faced each other. She'd drawn the sheet up to her waist but left her breasts exposed to his view. As strange as it was playin...

Tom expected Charlotte to go all out in ordering room service, but she instead selected a simple turkey club from the menu. A shy, girlish smile appeared on her face when she asked, "Do you mind if I also get a piece of lemon cake?" He couldn't help but return her smile. This was the Charlotte he was used to, accommodating and deferential. "Order whatever you want, sweetheart." After deciding on the same meal that Charlot...

Still mostly asleep, Tom sensed Charlotte moving beside him. Without thinking, he extended a hand, reaching for her. "What's wrong?" His voice came out as a half-coherent mumble. "You okay?" She pressed her body along the length of his. Opening his eyes, he found that the room was dark; the sky beyond the window held no trace of pre-dawn light. Only the city around them provided illumination, muted as it was at this early...

Apprehension traveled the length of Tom's spine when he arrived at work on Monday morning and found that Charlotte wasn't at her desk. Immediately, fears of being double-crossed flooded his mind. Drawing closer, he strove to appear nonchalant, but it was almost impossible to hide his relief upon seeing the spreadsheet displayed on her computer monitor. She'd arrived early and gotten right to work. At that moment, she migh...

Charlotte made Tom wait a good while. As he sat behind his desk, listening to his other colleagues filter out of the office, his fury felt as if it was solidifying into something toxic inside him. By the time Charlotte appeared in his doorway at well after seven that evening, he could barely contain his rage. She adjusted her glasses and folded her arms over her chest, her face revealing nothing. "Come in and close the do...