Kaylee becomes a teasing slut

"God yes, I didn't think you'd realized!" Kaylee claps in joy, intentionally bouncing enough to make her breasts wobble. "You never act like I want you to, so I didn't know I was getting through to you. You know, when I first joined I thought you were such a prude that if I even mentioned not getting home you'd scold me. That would have been more fun than you ignoring my stories."

Jason does his best to look pained, though this was going exactly how he wanted. "I have to admit, I thought you were just terrible at hinting that you wanted to sleep with me for the longest time. I didn't believe a word of your stories. Figured you were making them up. They just didn't sound possible, or at least sounded too convenient. I mean, don't you end up fucking most of my clients?"

"Check your ego, boss," Kaylee says with a laugh. "I have no interest in doing you, just because you're in my favorite age bracket. I just like talking about my conquests. Feels hot to see what I can do to someone's pants. And for the record, I fuck way more than just your clients. I just tell you those stories because they're who you know." To Jason, her tone was entirely teasing. And not teasing in a sexual kind of way. She wasn't doing it to arouse him, like she did in other ways. Instead, it sounded like their relationship always had, with a very comfortable report built on mutual respect and trust. The way colleagues or friends are supposed to treat one another, even if their professional relationship inherently has one person in a position of power. Jason would have to change that.

"Sure, your sex life does not revolve around me. But you don't talk about the people you fuck with other people like you do with me. With me, aren't you doing it because it makes you hot to deny me the same joy as all these other men? Don't you love having that power over me?"

"Sir," Kaylee begins, rising from her chair. She walks around his desk slowly, stepping maybe a little higher than usual to show the full length of leg uncovered. Even if he wasn't trying to encourage this exhibitionism in her, Jason doesn't know if he could keep his eyes off of them, enhanced by the strappy wedge heels she has on. She stops in front of him, her legs at shoulder width apart. If he reached forward, Jason could touch her panties without his wrist being inside the skirt of her dress at all. She's close enough that she could straddle his lap without moving her feet and for just a second Jason expects her to. Instead she bends forward, putting a hand on each arm of his chair, her face so close that he has to lean back a little. "I'm a fucking volcano knowing how much you want me when other men have me," she whispers in his face. She gives him a condescending peck on the nose, then staring into his eyes, just daring him to make a move.

Jason is frozen in place, looking into her eyes. His jaw goes slack as his brain scrambles for words to form.

Taking his silence for a response, and apparently the one she wanted, Kaylee snaps up straight and walks away. "Now, I believe I need to confirm your afternoon appointment soon, so I can follow up with him about our appointment tonight." she trails off. "Is it Mr. Vang today? So hard to remember." She leaves without being dismissed.

Minutes later, and despite anything he might have done earlier this morning Jason begins to relieve himself behind his desk. While he had never done this before in his own memory, he probably had many times in this new, changed world. Outside his office window (which he hadn't bothered to cover for Kaylee's sake), his assistant made eye contact and smiled the same knowing smile.