CHAPTER SEVEN
Blanche Tomisek sighed and stopped typing. "Damn!" she cursed under her breath. "I hit the wrong key again!" As she corrected still another error, the blonde secretary tried to calm down, to quiet the gentle and delicious throbbing of her heated p***y. Despite her frequent wriggling, however, Blanche still felt as if a moth were fluttering its wings inside the crotch of her panties. And she liked the feeling. For her suave and good-looking boss, Gregory Hahn, was really coming on strong. Ever since she arrived this afternoon, he'd been flattering and attentive. As soon as she walked in, Greg had complimented her appearance, his eyes lingering on her bosom. His hands brushed hers far too often to be accidental and he bent close, his face just inches away, his expensive cologn
