Next morning

The next morning you select a grey Armani suit and drive to work, parking the executive area of your building's underground parkade. You take the parking elevator to the building lobby and buy an Americano at the espresso bar before taking the elevator up to the 23rd floor.

Meghan isn't at her desk when you arrive, nor is there any sign that she's here. You shake your head in unsurprised disappointment and go into your office. About ten minutes later you hear and clatter of heels and and a rustle of noise as Meghan arrives You look at your watch, seeing that she's five minutes late. An improvement by her standards, but hardly good enough.

A moment later she's standing in your door, looking abashed. Today she's wearing a tight black skirt and a white button top with a moderately deep neckline. She's wearing her hair in a tight bun today, and looks both efficient and thoroughly sexy.

"Yes Meghan? You look like you're waiting for something."

"I know I'm late sir. I'm very sorry. I didn't sleep well last night. I think I was a bit over-excited." She blushes deeply.

You nod, staring at her and saying nothing

Her blush deepens. "Um....I also wanted you to know that I'm in compliance with your dress code Sir," she murmurs.

"Dress code?"

"About panties Sir. You said either pretty underwear or nothing at all. I'm wearing nothing at all, Sir." She rubs her hands over her hips, staring at you, biting her lip. "In case you wanted to...to...to bend me over your desk...and....have your way with me Sir."