Another Offer

I walked into Jack's office, my heart beating faster as I anticipated his reaction to my new outfit. I had chosen a chic, navy blue pencil skirt that accentuated my curves and a crisp white blouse with a bow at the collar. I had paired the outfit with a pair of classic black pumps.

"David, you look absolutely stunning," Jack said, his eyes roaming over my body with a hungry gaze. "I love the skirt. It's so professional yet feminine. And the blouse is a great touch. You look like a 1950s pin-up girl."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. "Thank you, Jack. I'm glad you like it," I said, my voice soft and seductive.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on me. "You know, I've been thinking. If you went out with me, I could get you any outfit you wanted. I have a lot of connections in the fashion industry," he said, his voice low and seductive.

I thought about his offer for a moment, considering the possibilities. I had always loved fashion, and the idea of Jack buying me outfits was tantalizing.

"I appreciate the offer, Jack. But I can't accept," I said, my voice firm but polite.

He nodded, understanding. "Alright, David. I respect your decision. But just know that I'm here if you ever change your mind," he said, his voice full of understanding.

I smiled, feeling grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Jack. I appreciate it," I said, turning to leave.

As I walked back to my desk, I couldn't help but think about the outfits that Jack had bought me in the past. There was the red cocktail dress that he had bought for me for our first date, the sleek black pantsuit that he had picked out for my job interview, and the elegant white gown that he had surprised me with for my birthday.

Each outfit was carefully chosen, and I had always felt a sense of pride and confidence when I wore them. But I knew that I had to keep things professional.