lock the door

I stepped into his office with a huge New York city skyline view and drag mahogany furnishing with a set of black leather couches in the middle.

"Lock the door behind you Jenny."

"...Uh okay"

Why would he want me to lock the door? I knew I was in trouble but not this much trouble.
Mr. Williams walked over to his office chair and unbuttoned his suit to sit down.

"Sit Jenny" Mr Williams said as he pointed towards the black leather three seater couch.

I sat down in the middle of the couch, but it was too short, causing my skirt to rise up. I saw Mr. Williams glance down for a second. Shit he could probably see my black lacy thong from here and think I'm a slut.

I closed my knees together in hopes of hiding whatever I could.

"Ms. Whitmore, do you know why you are here?" he asked.

"yes Mr. Williams" I said disappointingly.

"Messing up that report with last weeks... This is a big mistake Ms. Whitmore. How are you going to make up for this?"

"I'm so sorry Mr. Williams, I'll do anything!" I pleaded.

"Anything?" he asked. "Well then, I want you to..."