Wait for Lucy to arrive

The next hour flies by. You just about have time to clear any evidence of the takeaway you had for breakfast away, and tidy the place up a bit. You changed the bedsheets too just to play it safe. If things went the way you were hoping, Lucy would get a good look at the bed.

As you're putting the finishing touches to how the room looks, you hear a soft knock on the front door. You head over to open it, and see Lucy standing there.

Damn she looked good. She was tiny, a little over 5'4, with brown blonde hair that would have reached down past her shoulders if she wasn't wearing it up in a sexy little bun. You could tell she worked out, her body looked like there wasn't an ounce of fat on it. In fact the only weight she carried was in her bra, and that looked it was struggling to be held back by her top.

"Hey Lucy. Come on in"

"Hey Boss man. You look better than you sounded on the phone."

Whoops.

"I guess the **** must have kicked in. I sure don't feel it." you said, taking the files from her. "Let's head into the lounge and take a seat, I'm getting a bit dizzy standing up."

You led her into the house, telling her she could leave her shoes by the door.

"Wow, nice place. Alyssa at work today?"

"Thanks." you said. "And no, she's actually out of town for a while, so I have the place to myself. Can I get you something to drink? Orange juice? Coffee? Scotch?"

"Scotch?" she asked, feigning shock. "Isn't it a little early for that?"

"It's medicinal."

"Not if I'm the one drinking it," she laughed.

"You're not going to make me drink alone are you? Leave your car here, and I'll call you a cab later."

"Go on then. You're a bad influence, you know that."

You poured each of you a double, and motioned for her to come and sit on the couch with you.

Lucy sat next to you, casually crossing one leg over the other. "Did you want to go though those files now?"

You flicked through the file quickly, really not very interested in the contents. "They're pretty much how I expected them to look. I'll go over them properly later. Do you want to talk about what happened with you last night?"

No sooner had the words left your mouth, and she burst into floods of tears.