The sibilance in her voice echoes around the underground office car park as she furtively glances over the row of vehicles either side of her black Lexus. "Seriously? Here? Now?" I reach out and tuck a stray tawny lock behind her ear. Lean in close enough to brush the swell of her chest from the low-cut, two-tone dress, and growl, "Panties. I won't ask again." "But I'm… It's nearly five…" "You should hurry then. I need yo...

The laptop screen flickered and she appeared dead centre, settling back in her office chair. "Hi." I adjusted the screen angle a little and leaned back in mine. "Tabby." Tucking a tawny strand behind her ear, she flashed an impish grin that would lure a monk from celibacy. "I'm, uhh," she mimed air quotes, "working late again." "What a coincidence. Me too." She glanced away to where I knew her office door was set between...

I stared at my office door, as if it would open via thought alone, revealing Tabby on her knees. A demonstration of her obedience. Her needs. My focus flicked between the door and the spreadsheet she'd asked me to review. I scrolled past endless columns of numbers. Added a formula. Deleted it. Gulped some water. Distracted. Like any of her regular employees, I'd knocked on her open door earlier and patiently given her tim...