Chapter 50
by 
Shandy
To bed? Or something else?
You get a surprise
Sighing, and trying to clear your mind of fantasies of Diana Naylor you open the door to your office.
And stop dead, staring in shock at what's waiting for you.
Gabrielle DuPlessis, in a short white satin nightgown, posed on your couch, one knee raised to display a length of perfect thigh, one of the cupcakes she brought you earlier in her hand, her eyes looking at you with teasing mischief.
What do you do?
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