It’s been a while since I wrote on this series.

A few weeks ago, I had a job at a couple’s home in an exclusive neighborhood. The wife asked me to convert a room into her personal office, and I agreed to give her a quote.

I was invited to return to their home that evening, and we managed to get a few ideas on paint and stain colors before we engaged into some wild sex.

I waited until Monday to call Laila, and I explained some ideas about her office, and she asked if I would return and discuss them. We set up a time that was convenient for her, which was three days later, a Thursday, at seven-thirty in the morning.

After the call, I sat at my desk and made some drawings and gathered pictures of shelves I could make for her for our meeting.

When I arrived at the gate of their neighborhood, the guard recognized me but didn’t allow me to enter. Laila forgot to inform the guards I would be visiting.

I called Laila’s cell phone, and she didn’t answer on the first try. The guard asked me to park in one of the parking slots off to the side of the entrance.

She returned the call a minute later, and I explained the situation at the gate. She apologized, then called the guard house.

I pulled into the driveway, and as I approached the front door, Laila greeted me. She was wearing some designer jeans and was braless under a white blouse. I could see her brown nipples underneath, and tried not to be obvious. But I think she knew.

Yes, Laila looked sexy, but I’d bet she looks sexy no matter what she wore. But to consider sex after the previous encounter would likely be too much to expect.

She invited me inside, thanking me for being prompt.

As we made our way to the room that would be her office, I explained a few details. I gave her my drawings and pictures and she looked at them.

“I like your idea on this page, and I think this shelf design would look great,” Laila said as she handed me one of pictures.

Then she asked me how long it would take to do the project.

She picked the design that had the shelves sunken into the wall, with an arched top and outlined in trim molding. But she wanted me to make two bookshelves, leaving a wall space behind where she wanted to put her desk.

I had to admit, this was an interesting design and I liked the idea also. But I told her the arch wouldn’t seem right, being the window was rectangular.

Also, I said the shelves in the picture had a thicker wall to accept the width of it, and if she wanted the shelves to be completely sunk within the wall, I would have to tear out the wall and rebuild it thicker.

Laila pondered my suggestion and asked if that would be a difficult task.

“No, it’s not difficult, but it’s messy and takes a few days to tear down the wall and rebuild it,” I said as I looked the wall over. “It would look good either way, sunken, counter sunk, or built onto the existing wall."

Laila looked undecided at first, then said she wanted the shelves flush with the wall.

I asked her if she would like to match the crown molding in the rest of the house for the ceiling. Laila smiled and said that it would be a good idea to enhance the room.

I told her I would let her know when I had an idea of materials and cost.

“However, some demolition would be required, and someone would need to be home when we began working,” I reminded her.

Laila nodded. “Yes, I can be home. That won’t be an issue.”

Then she picked up the palette and pointed to a light grey flat color for the walls. “I think this would look good with the brown maple desk I was considering. And a bright white for the trim and molding.”

I replied, “That would look great, but I wouldn’t mind seeing a picture of the desk.”

Laila smiled. “Of course.”

I looked around the room and considered the meeting over. I asked Laila if there was anything else before I left.

She smiled and said she would let me know.

Then, as I turned to leave, Laila stopped me. “Are you busy this morning?”

“No, not too busy. Why?” I asked, getting an uneasy feeling.

“Would you mind taking a ride with me to look at the desk I’m considering? The place isn’t far from here.”

I agreed after Laila offered to drive.

I couldn’t say no.

She drove us in her white Mercedes, and it wasn’t the low-end model.

And the furniture store wasn’t, either.

An attractive sales lady greeted us as we entered the showroom, remembering Laila’s last visit.

Her name tag said Aida, and she wore black slacks, with a grey blouse that was open enough to show her firm cleavage. She wore a large diamond ring on her left ring finger, and she flashed it often as she talked to Laila.

I caught her eyeing Laila’s blouse before she turned and brought us to the desk Laila had considered during her previous visit.

As I looked over the desk, Laila and Aida chatted about the project and the wall color options.

I asked Aida about the desk logistics, and she said it would need assembly after delivery.

Laila asked if there were matching end tables and some lamps, and wanted to look at some desk chairs, and other furniture to put in her office.

Aida smiled and led us to another part of the store.

As we walked, I couldn’t resist checking out both women’s asses.

Aida may have been a bit older than Laila, with shoulder-length brown hair, framed dark-rimmed glasses, and I’d guess thirty-six D cup breasts.

Yeah, I was getting some naughty ideas, but those were interrupted when Aida said to Laila, “We have these lamp tables that would match well with the desk.”

Laila liked them. Then we looked at some lamps that were nearby.

Laila decided to pass on the lamps, but said she wanted to get the desk and tables. Then she wanted to look at chairs.

After looking at a few chairs, Laila picked out a brown leather executive desk chair and two matching leather chairs for the front of her desk.

 Aida smiled as she tapped her tablet, then sat us on some nearby living room furniture and entered the items on her tablet.

I occupied my eyes on the nearby furniture and pictures to avoid staring at the two women, who sat beside each other in separate accent chairs, across from where I sat.

They didn’t pay any attention to me, as I managed to get a few glimpses and some more sexual ideas running through my mind.

After Laila signed the purchase agreement, we stood and shook hands with Aida, who held my hand a bit longer than normal as she smiled, I thought.

Laila was excited as she drove back to her house.

“Trace never gave me a budget, and I don’t care if he did,” she laughed as we pulled into the driveway.

I was stunned by the cost of the furniture.

As we exited her car, I asked her if she needed anything else before I left, and she said, “No, but thank you for your input and assistance. I’ll call you if something arises.”

Laila tightly hugged me, then turned to go inside. I couldn’t resist checking her ass out again, and as she was about to enter her home, she turned and waved to me.

At the shop, I met with my father to discuss Laila’s project, and he assisted me with a budget of materials and labor.

When I called Laila later, she asked when I could start.

My father gestured, as if to say, “Right away.”

I told her I could begin anytime she wanted, and I would need to gather materials to have them delivered a day before we started.

I reminded her we would have to work inside her house and asked if someone would be there while we worked. Also, the project would be noisy and messy at the beginning.

Laila laughed, saying that it wouldn’t be a problem and then asked if I could start a week from Monday.

On the first day of the project, Laila was dressed in jeans and a light blue blouse when she greeted us.

My helper, Jordan, was enjoying Laila’s company, but she didn’t seem interested in him.

We began by laying out floor coverings, then began to tear out the wall for the bookshelf. My father was there to assist with the removal of the wall’s exterior, while trying not to create issues with the connecting walls and ceiling.

It was a messy process, but we finished it without any issues that day.

After the first day, things looked bleak, according to Trace, when he arrived home. He chatted with my father while Jordan and I cleaned up and prepared for the next step.

The project went smoothly, and we finished a day earlier than planned, except for staining the shelves. We decided to wait for the desk, which was due two days later.

Laila requested I return when the desk arrived.

The day the furniture was to be delivered, I arrived early, and Laila had coffee and some scones waiting in the kitchen. As we sat, chatting about the office, Laila said it turned out better than she and her husband Trace imagined.

After I thanked her, she started to say something about a nice reward before her cell phone rang with the news from the guard that her furniture delivery was en-route.

Two men pulled up in front of the house in a large truck and unloaded several heavy boxes and delivered them into Laila’s office.

It took them about two hours to assemble the desk and the other furniture items Laila bought. They placed them where Laila wanted them before they left.

Laila tipped them as they were leaving, and I think it was a generous amount, judging from their reactions.

Laila and I matched the stain color, and I went to the shop to stain the shelves, so her house wouldn’t reek of the odor.

I told her I would return in a couple of days, to allow the stain and the clear coat to dry. And I would call a day in advance.

When I returned to Trace and Laila’s house, a black Mercedes was parked in the driveway.

Laila greeted me at the door. She was wearing a white sundress and sandals. I could see her brown nipples, and tried not to be obvious while noticing them, again.

“Come in. Aida arrived a few minutes ago and we were in my office chatting about how good of a job you did,” Laila said happily.

When I entered the office, Aida, wearing a black dress with cleavage showing, greeted me and complimented me on the work.

They continued to chat as I installed the shelves.

After we admired the office, Laila took Aida and me outside and showed her the work I did with the patio and drainage.

Aida asked me for a business card, because she may want to do some remodeling at her house. I handed her two and she smiled as she put them in her purse.

Then she told us goodbye, and Laila escorted her to the door.

I was preparing to leave when Laila asked me to follow her back to her new office.

As she sat behind her new desk, Laila had me sit in one of the new leather chairs in front of her.

“My first official act from my desk will be to pay you for the great job you did,” Laila smiled.

She took her checkbook out of her purse and placed it on one of those large paper desk calendar and planners, then began to write.

After she wrote the check, she asked if the amount was correct and handed it to me.

My eyes popped open as it was five hundred dollars more than I quoted.

“This is too much,” I tried to protest.

“No, not at all. You and your crew did a great job and finished early. Then you assisted me with this furniture. That merits reward,” Laila said.

As she stood, I did the same, as I figured we were finished.

Laila walked around her desk, came up to me and put her arms around my neck. She thanked me and began kissing me.

Then, she said, “Now for your reward.” With a playful grin, she said, “Come sit on my desk. I want to fulfill a fantasy I’ve had for a long time.”

Laila led me around the desk. She sat in her chair, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and unbuttoned my pants.

She smiled as she saw her actions were gaining attention in my underwear.

As my shorts dropped, Laila motioned me to sit on the desktop.

She took me to town, and I didn’t last long before giving her the reward she wanted.

As I got myself together, Laila smiled and explained it was a fantasy she had in her company’s office, but the office wasn’t enclosed, and everyone could see her.

I asked if she was interested in someone there, and she said, “No. It was a passing thought.” Laila smiled. “One thing about a large company’s business; you never have sex with a co-worker.”

I wondered if she knew something. But she didn’t mention doing it with customers.