It's the gentlemanly thing to do

I guess seeing my tenant squirming naked on her bed is more than I could take, because my determination to wait for the weekend melts like the proverbial snowball in Hell. Luckily, having just reread the very book that got Alison so excited, I was able to recall some of the key details. I take four careful steps down the stairs before I turn back and project my voice loudly.

“Miss Miller,” as I call out I start climbing back to her room and my hand is on her door by the time I finish the sentence. “Where in the Hell is the Thomson file?” I knock loudly on her door deliberately pushing the unlatched door open with the shard wraps. The sight of this beautiful young woman stark naked on her bed with her hands between her thighs is pretty amazing, but the panicked look on her face is like the cherry on the top.

“Eeep, Mr. P!” Her squeak of surprise is followed by a embarrassed challenge. “What are you doing?”

“I believe, Miss Miller, that that is a question I should be asking you,” I keep my tone as stern as possible under the circumstances. “Furthermore, I expect my employees to refer to me as Mr. Patterson or Sir, even under the most trying circumstances.” I see the slow realization in Alison's eyes as she begins to understand what I'm doing and I close the door behind me as I continue. “What did you do with the Thomson file, Miss Miller? I need to look it over before tomorrow morning.”

“I'm not sure, Sir.” Alison is covering herself as best she can with her hands, but to be honest she looks even hotter like this than she did writhing on the bed. “I looked for it this afternoon,” she stammers awkwardly refusing to meet my gaze, “... it seems to be missing...Sir.”

“Damn it, Miss Miller.” I growl as I step even closer to where she is cowering, “You are next to useless, are you good for anything at all?”

“Please, Sir ... you can't be in here with me ... I need to get dressed.” I pretend to stop to look her over for the first time, deliberately letting my gaze sweep over her naked form.

“Just how old are you Miss Miller?” I ask somberly, “your resume lists eight years of experience, but now that I see you like this you can't be a day over 20.”

“Mr. Patterson, please, I'm naked!”

“I see that, Miss Miller.” I chuckle softly, “I'm beginning to think that you might be good for something after all.” Her eyes lift to meet mine for the first time and under her façade of shame and fear is an unmistakable glimmer of excitement.

“No, you can't.” She's playing the role of the **** secretary perfectly, “I'm saving myself for my wedding night.” That was clearly bullshit, but it still makes my already hard prick twitch in my pants. Looks like Alison wants to go all the way playing the innocent heroine. The only question I have is do I want to jump her and make her squeal, or do I try to seduce this innocent beauty into surrendering her 'virtue' willingly?