Nate’s POV
Many years ago.
I sat behind my desk in my office, going over some files, when a knock sounded on the door.
A second later, my secretary, Veronica, breezed in carrying a mug of coffee on a small tray.
“Your coffee, sir,” she said, dropping it on the desk, and I nodded. “Thanks,” I muttered, “you can leave now.”
As she walked away, her hips swaying from side to side, my eyes followed the jiggly movements, mesmerized by the beauty of it.
My groin hardened the longer I looked, my d**k starting to crawl around in my pants, and when she was almost at the door, I gave into the temptation and called out to her.
“Veronica.”
She turned, her brows c****d. “Sir?”
“Why don’t you come a little closer?” I asked, beckoning on her with a finger, and although a fleeting look of surprise
