WOOD POV
I had plenty of workloads I should be getting on with. Client emails and order schedules to run through. A whole new year’s marketing plan to sign off ready for implementation. End of quarter reports to add my signature to.
I should have been throwing myself into my to-do list, ready to wrap up for at least some semblance of a holiday break, but I wasn’t.
Instead I was strumming my pen against my desk top, keeping my fingers occupied lest they be tempted to find their way down to the hard on still throbbing in my pants.
My mind was all on my talented little trainee’s lace and polka dot. That and her freckles. Her pouty little mouth.
Her innocence.
Her nerves.
And it shouldn’t have been. My thoughts about sweet little Mae were nothing short of professional disgust.
All I co
