Your boss.

You dial the office, and prepare to put on your best fake cough for whoever answers.

The line clicks, and you hear your boss talking down the line.

"Hello."

Luckily, you a good relationship with your boss Becky. She was only in her late 20s, but she'd just come out of a bad divorce. She was gorgeous, and you hadn't been able to not offer her a shoulder to cry on whilst she was going through it. You'd stayed behind with her in the office plenty of nights, just the two of you working. You'd even taken her to the local bar for drinks when her ex had nearly reduced her to tears in the office.

You'd driven her home when she was totally drunk too, but she'd been the very model of professionalism though, and hadn't tried taking the situation past a chaste kiss goodnight on the cheek.

That hadn't stopped you fantasising about her on plenty of occasions though. She looked like she had one hell of a body under that office outfit of hers. There'd been a few times you could have sworn she'd deliberately been flaunting it for you to see too.

You'd definitely noticed her skirts had gotten shorter since the two have you had been spending time together, and those blouses of hers looked like they were getting tighter over her tits on a daily basis. And she had a great set of tits from the looks of it.

"Hi Becky, it's me. I'm feeling terrible *cough*, and I'm not going to be in work today. My Dr says I'll probably have to take the rest of the week off to shift whatever this is I've caught too. I'm really sorry."

"Oh no, that's terrible," she said. "Come to think of it you were looking a little flushed in the face yesterday actually."

You'd been flushed, because she had bent over to pick something out of one of the lower draws in the filing cabinet, and her skirt had rode up her legs just enough for you to get a glimpse of her thong clinging to her pussy, but it wasn't like you could tell her that.

"Yeah, I was feeling a little hot in the office actually," you told her, "but I thought it was just the weather. But I got home last night and it just hit me."

Her voice filled with sympathy. "Well look, don't worry about things here. We can cover without you for a few days. Although I could use a fresh set of eyes on the latest figures. Maybe I can drop them off to you later, and check on how you're feeling at the same time. I make a mean chicken soup."

Crap.

On one hand, getting Becky back to your place and in a caring mood wasn't the worst idea you could think of. On the other, she'd probably see straight through you faking and then you'd actually have a problem.