—Killian—
Sitting in my enormous leather chair is Lena, dressed in a trench coat, pantyhose, and those famous Louboutins.
My c**k stirs at the sight of the trench coat. I’m hoping it’s just like in the movies—nothing underneath. Her legs are crossed, and I can just barely get a glimpse of the garters around her thigh.
She stands, slowly walking over to me. I’m speechless, and hard as f*****g hell, quite possibly ready to blow in my pants like some horny fifteen-year-old boy at any moment.
Grabbing my hand, she pulls me over to the desk, then sits me down in the chair, standing tall in front of me. I ache to reach out and run my hands along her smooth skin, but I wait.
“This is the thing, Mr. Kelly… I don’t appreciate unexpected visitors in my office. Gestures like that wi
