Unwillingly to ask for help

I did my best to adjust to my new position, but finding myself in a strange office with employees I didn't know proved to be more difficult than I would have imagined. I needed to meet with all of the employees, but other than some names on the computer screen, I had no idea who any of them were. Except one.

Jodi had offered to help in any way she could, but my guilty conscience told me that was a bad idea. There was something about her that I just couldn't shake. Since I had met my wife, I had never wanted another woman as bad as I wanted her. But I wasn't a cheater. I wasn't the type of guy to fool around, especially with a subordinate. I had seen great managers destroy their careers with just such a mistake.

But as I tried sorting through all of the documentation in my email, it was clear that AI needed help. With a **** sigh I found Jodi's extension on the corporate directory and asked her to come help me arrange meetings with the other employees and sort through a few other things.

A few minutes later she fluttered cheerfully into my office. I made it a point not to spin my chair away from her as soon as she came in, not wanting to allow whatever hold she had over me to win out.

Jodi was a godsend. Over the next two or three hours, I met with the local employees one at a time. She made the entire process flow smoothly, and I only found myself staring at her ass a handful of times as she rushed out the door to call in the next person.

All of the employees agreed, Bill Jacoby was a horrible boss and had been running the office into the ground. That knowledge made me feel even better about my chances of being successful at turning things around.

Several people even suggested I make Jodi my executive assistant full-time. I had to admit, she had done the job as well as most people I had seen who had done it for years. And the company paid good assistants well enough that the move from her entry level position wouldn't be a bad one financially. I just wasn't sure I truly wanted to work so closely with her on a permanent basis.

"That's it," she said, entering my office as I was contemplating her future.

"Really?" I asked, spinning around to face her for the first time since we had started.

"Well...there is one more," Jodi said. "This is a tough one, and I've been saving them for last. A real problem causer who gets into trouble. I can go ahead and have security ready if you want."

"Security? Geez, who is it?"

"Me silly!" she said cheerfully as she flopped down onto the couch opposite my desk. As she sat, her legs parted and her skirt flew up, giving me an amazing shot straight up her skirt to the thin black fabric covering her crotch. I managed to look away after only the briefest stare, and when I turned back she had crossed her legs in a very lady-like way. I scooted my chair under the desk to hide my own crotch from view.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about you," I said, forcing myself to smile politely. "You've been handling things all morning, so I guess I felt like I already knew you."

"It's okay!" she said. "Let's do this."

"Okay, let's do that," I said.

We spent the next twenty minutes talking, and it was actually a very pleasant conversation. Jodi was surprisingly mature and serious. She was nineteen years old and already had a bachelor's degree. She graduated high school at sixteen on an accelerated program, and then completed four years of college in just two years. But despite the amazing start to her adult life, she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life.

I was actually impressed. Judging by her flirty demeanor and dress code violation, I certainly would not have picked her to be the incredibly smart type.

"Well, we don't have to figure out your entire future today," I assured her. "But I assure you that with your education and work ethic, you will always have a place with this company if you want it."

"Thank you, sir," she said.

Then she uncrossed her legs and the super serious, very business-like persona was gone. Fuck, the only thought that ran through my head was that I wanted to smell her pussy. After a longing look that lasted a few seconds to long, I spun to face my computer.

"Now, if I can figure out the local network, I need to look through the financials," I said as I **** myself to turn away from her.

"Oh, here let me help!" Jodi said, jumping up from her chair and coming around to my side of the desk. I caught the sweet scent of cotton candy coming from her. "The network server is a bit wonky."

She was standing almost directly in front of me when she grabbed the mouse and bent over my desk to stare at the screen. Jodi's skirt rode up and her entire glorious ass was suddenly on display. I could not help but stare at how per black, bikini cut panties shaped her nearly perfect ass. A few stray pubic hair were visible from her crotch, confirming that the carpet matches the drapes.

I was just an old married guy, but that was the most perfect view I have ever had of any woman, including my wife.

"Mr. Jacoby swore he was going to get the server updated, but he never got around to it," Jodi said as she worked on my computer. "He never got around to doing much of anything."

I breathed in the scent of her cotton candy shampoo or body spray, wishing I could be smelling something completely different.

"There!" she said excitedly. Jodi spun in time to catch me trying unsuccessfully to hide my erection. She just smiled. "That should get you everything you need, sir. I had better get back to my actual job, but if you need anything at all, just let me know."

She grabbed a yellow sticky note and jotted something down.

"That's my cell," she said. "I'm available 24/7."

Jodi turned and strolled out of my office. I watched her go, my cock straining against my dress pants.