A little flash of her legs can't hurt?

Lottie looked at Ron and could see that although his 20s were behind him, he still had the same spark of motivation in his eyes that he had talked about. She felt a twinge of pity--he'd been single since she'd met him and divorced, by the sound of it, for some time. What harm could come from a bit of leg? She slowly gathered her skirt in her hands, hiking it up slightly more than intended.

Ron's eyes were wide with shock and awe as he beheld Lottie's legs, now fully exposed and on show. He could see her muscular calves and thighs, her skin and curves illuminated in the warm light of the room. His gaze lingered as he took it all in, drinking in every detail... "Well," he said with surprise in his voice, "Maybe I'm younger than I think after all." He gave her legs a long once-over.

"I hope to see that motivation in your work later on, Ron--weren't you heading towards the toilet or something?" she replied.

"Actually," he replied as he stood up straight, "I think I'm going to head back to the office now, Lottie. Thank you."

Just as Lottie was about to let her skirt fall, Harry emerged from the toilets. "Wow, you look incredible! But you really need to stop playing with me here - I don't think I can take it much longer."

Lottie replied with a smile and decided against lowering her skirt, saying, "You just have to hang in there." Then she added, "I gotta go - I already told Charlie I'd give him more instruction so he'll stop pestering you." Harry's eyes were glued to her as she swayed down the hallway, but coming up behind him was Charlie, marching with a determined and uncontrolled stride. Harry felt a shudder run through his spine at the thought of what could happen in there. He stepped aside and watched nervously as Charlie passed him by, never slowing his pace to reach his final destination: her office.

Charlie strode into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. "Charlie, I see you kept your word," Lottie said, her throat dry and her heart pounding in her chest. She was trying to appear collected and composed, but the constant pressure of having three men moving in on her since this morning had taken its toll. She'd brazenly flaunted her curves at them all, giving a man nearly twice her age an eyeful of her legs.

Now she felt herself melting with a deep desire within her. Too excited to hide it. Some of her felt excited to be around playing this dangerous new game that had evolved far beyond Harry's initial idea. Yet, simultaneously, she was filled with dread that Harry would be hurt by this change. She wanted to let go and enjoy the moment, but she couldn't break out of her mind as doubts and worries about what he would think flooded her.

With a quick glance, Charlie noted that she had left her top zip open, the perfect opportunity for him to completely take charge. When he arrived at her side of the table, she shuffled her chair in anticipation so they could both view the monitor with ease, giving him a teasing glimpse of her succulent thighs beneath her skirt, which he was sure was higher than earlier that day. Charlie had to have her, and he was determined to ensure she knew it. Quickly taking his seat and ensuring Lottie watched, Charlie gave her legs and chest a good long look, his intense gaze bringing a flush to her cheeks. His eyes held no judgement but instead conveyed pure lust and desire.

Finally, Charlie pulled his gaze away from Lottie and looked up at the presentation he had sent through earlier that day. He began to discuss it in detail, guiding her through each slide with expertise and more than occasional glances back towards her. Lottie found herself unable to focus on what he was saying - all she could think about was the feeling of her body exposed more than ever to a man that wasn't her husband.

As the meeting continued, however, she gradually regained composure enough to advise Charlie on the presentation and almost complete it. Hoping she was nearly finished, Lottie turned to Charlie again to ensure he got this last point.