She can go if she comes back

You say, "You can go, but I need you back here at four o'clock to, um, take notes for me." You pull up your pants. "And no bra or panties for the rest of the day." You grin at her.

Ashley puts her blouse and skirt back on, while you get your shirt buttoned. Then she kisses you.

"I'll be back, if you give me more of that, John." Then she leaves your office, her bra tucked behind a pad of paper she picked up from your desk. She turns to you at the door with a wistful, yet sexy, look on her face. She winks and leaves, keeping the door open.

You notice her thong on your desk, pick it up and sniff it. It smells like sex. You put it in your top desk drawer. It's going to be awhile before you're able to do anything, so you get back into your work. Thoughts of having sex with Ashley run through your head. You think of her offer to do anything, and her almost romantic feelings, even as she prostitutes herself. What an unusual girl you have as an assistant.

After an hour of work, in the back of your mind, thoughts of Doe re-emerge and you get a strong desire to finish what you started.