Yes — get ready for the week.

You pull your suitcase into your room, across from Emily. Emily comes in a few moments later, looking as though she needs to ask you something. You continue unpacking, and she gives you a quick once over before ducking into your room to ask. She's still obviously dressed from the car trip, stretching and giving you quite a show, though you're certain she doesn't realize it. Her chest is more substantial than you'd realized at work, and you can tell it's not just the bra, as you swear you can see where the top seam of the bra cup, so tight it becomes against her shirt. When she's done, she seems completely innocent of what she's done to you. “Hey John, I forgot my floss. Can I borrow some?” You shrug, grabbing your toiletry case and hand her the floss. “Thanks!” she says, and gleefully bounces out of the room. You'd make a note that Emily likes floss, but don't think you're going to forget it.

You've started putting clothes in the drawer when you hear something behind you. Thinking its Emily, you wheel around fast with a witty response. “That was fast!” Only to find yourself face to face with Beth. Startled, she stumbles backward, and you lunge to catch her by her arms. She grabs you and you pull her up. She looks embarrassed. “Sorry I'm here so quickly,” she said. “I just figured from the looks you were giving me.”

You're stunned and Beth seems to take the delayed as the beginning of a rejection or something like that. Not having an idea about why she was in here, really, you keep hold of her arm and lead her to the bed to sit. “No, no,” you say. “Emily just borrowed some floss, and I thought she was already back. Glad I didn't make a joke about breath!” you quip. Beth looks up.

“Yours is fine,” you assure her. “I'm going to stop talking now. What'd you need?” Beth looks up at you curiously. She seems kind of uncomfortable, so you close the door, forgetting in that moment that she's your boss. “Everything okay?”

“I just. Oh. Um. Have you been staring at me?” she blurts out, and as confident and eloquent as Beth normally is, you've never seen her struggle communicating like this. When she finally gets the question out, she is completely ****, and it definitely seems as though she's coming at this like two people, rather than boss-employee. You give her a quick glance, realizing she hasn't changed from her t-shirt and jeans. She's dropped the hoodie, however, and it gives you more space to take in her elfish figure. Had she not been so tall, it would be elfin. She's nearly your height, and her eyes follow yours to her body.

“Like that,” she says. She seems to wait for a response, and you decide you should be honest.

“Absolutely,” you tell her. “Sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” Beth pulls a strand of hair behind her ear, and while she's your elder, you get the sense she doesn't know what to do about the attention.

“It's just that I'm your boss,” she says, but you can almost sense that's not it. You decide to push a bit more gently.

“What is it?” you ask. “I promise you I won't judge, and if I'm doing something I shouldn't I'll stop.” Beth sighs.

“Of course you're nice,” she says, almost sadly.

“Sorry?” you say. You are now completely confused.

“You're making it very difficult on me,” she tells you. Apparently you were not completely confused, as you are now more confused. She looks at you as if expecting something. “Well?”

“Well what?” you ask, stupefied.

“For a writer, you suck at communicating. I'm asking if you think I'm attractive, and if all your little stares were because you... liked me.” Beth starts out angry, and then realizes that she's going through with it. She becomes a bit more timid at the end of her question.

You swallow, careful to keep the smile off of your face. Of course you like her. Sexually, you've had several fantasies, and while some came to pass because Beth's the boss, some came to pass because of her slender build. Outside of he realm of sex (a realm you don't leave often), Beth's normally fine, unless she's in angry boss mode. The trip down's been fun, you say to yourself.

You take a much longer look at Beth, standing, her hand on her denim hip, her long fingers perfectly manicured. You follow her arms up her body, lingering on the “HARVARD” sprawled across her demure chest to a long neck, and a gently angular face, all framed by the red hair she's let down since coming into the house. Beth takes a sudden breath as she realizes you're staring. Her reaction makes you bold.

“Turn around,” you whisper. You have no idea what possessed you to go that far at that moment. Beth looks a bit surprised, but shocks you even more by turning around. Beth's ass is round at the top of her long legs. Beth turns quickly, apparently as shocked as you are that she did what you said. You step closer, and she leans in. “I definitely like you,” you tell her. You reach out and gently grab her wrist. She fills her hand with yours.

“I like you, too” she whispers back. “I've actually had my eye on you since you came into the office. You seemed a bit chummy with Sarah, though.” You glance at her body again. Beth looks down at her shirt. “I don't come with the deluxe version,” she jokes, and while you hear some wistfulness, you also admire her frankness.

“I'd still like to see them,” you say. Beth blinks, and while you feel a tightness in your chest that often coincides with sexual tension, you realize you may have stepped over a line as the redhead steps back, glancing at you and swallowing. You raise a hand to apologize, but Beth's hands slide behind her, and she nods. You hear a distinct click in the suddenly weighted silence of the room, and the part of your brain that normally screams about your coworkers and inappropriate contact has been bound and gagged in a room somewhere.

Beth makes another distinct swallow, and without removing her shirt, slides off her bra, pulling it through the sleeve. Her breasts make distinct impressions in the shirt, and her nipples are poking through. You are beyond baffled by the development. Beth's breasts look to be perky and youthful, and a girl ten years younger might envy them. Beth stands there, still as stone as you take in her chest. You swallow, your mouth now completely dry. She smiles at your reaction, then looks down. When she looks back up at you, you can't read the look on her face.

“I'm not sure I'm comfortable going further with the other girls here,” she offers, and her tone is nearly apologetic.

“Okay,” you respond, unsure what else to say. “Thank you,” you add. She smiles gently and steps closer. You lean and kiss her hungrily, and if she is surprised at your aggression, she doesn't show it. She lets you play with her mouth, your tongue and lips dancing around hers. She is a ridiculously good kisser, and she doesn't seem to mind letting you take the lead. As you slide your hand up to her left breast she shifts, giving you full access. Her nipple pokes through the shirt quite well, and you feel it bury itself into your palm. She pulls away for a moment to watch you caress her breast. Her nipple hardens further against your palm, and you pull away to tease her breast with your fingers, avoiding her nipple. Her eyes flit up to yours as she watches you take your fill, and you keenly avoid her nipple until her breathing goes ragged. Her nipple is quivering when you finally gently brush it with the tip of your index finger. It seems to bounce against the shirt somehow springing back into its shape almost instantly. She gasps as you work her over and when you pull away from her nipple, she sighs.

Surprised that she's let it go this far, you brush her face. “Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yessss,” she hisses as your hand unwittingly brushes her nipple again. “God, yes,” she murmurs.