EMMA
Yeah, okay, I dressed up for him.
But it’s for me, too.
The silk red blouse I’m wearing is the injection of confidence I need to feel like I can do this. So are the black heels that are an inch taller than what I would normally wear to the office. Of course I’d gone with a red lip today and, for the first time in my professional life, I kept my hair down.
I stare at my hazy reflection in the elevator doors, nervous butterflies flapping around in the pit of my belly. I expected that. What I didn’t expect was to be as excited as I am. I’ve been distracted with fantasies all morning.
Will he take me right there on his desk? Will he put me on my knees? Or maybe he’ll go down on me. That mouth of his has to be good for something other than making people question their life choices.
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