Ask for a coffee

"Sure," you say. "A coffee sounds great."

It does, too. First, you'd like to see if the executive coffee is better than the caffeinated sludge the programmers get and second, you really want to watch Barbara's ass as she walks.

Sure enough, her ass is great... a little small but tight and that little hitch sexy women get when they walk definitely makes you happy you wore loose khakis rather than tight jeans today. You wouldn't be unfaithful to Amber, of course, but who would mind having that kind of artwork around all day. Of course, even if you get the promotion, you won't be up here at the executive level or have your own admin. Still, you'll be on the path.

A few seconds later, Barbara returns with a steaming cup and saucer, along with a second plate with a couple of cookies and a pitcher of cream as well as lumps of sugar. Not that you spend much time looking at the coffee when you can look at Barbara.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"Sorry. My mind wandered there for a second. Thanks for the coffee."

"My pleasure." She heads back to her desk and checks the time on her computer. "It shouldn't be much longer, Mr. Strong."

"Call me Mike," you say.

"Okay." She gives you a beautiful smile.

You eat the cookies and drink your coffee which, unsurprisingly, is vastly better than what programmers get, try to think of something to talk to Barbara about and fail, then take out your phone and read the SF novel you've been working on lately.

Five minutes later, Barbara smiles at you again. "You can go in now, Mr... I mean Mike." She stands, knocks on Mr. Worthshill's door, then opens it for you.