The next day

"Hey John," Hilary greets you as she bounces into your office in a skin-tight black dress close to the end of your work day, looking like she was on her way to a function, "hope you don't mind me coming in so late. But I signed your contract for you, baby."

"Hilary, don't worry about it baby, my door is always open," you tell her as you try not to stare at her incredible body in that dress she was wearing, the gears in your head turning as you think of a way that you could possibly get her out of it and get into her pussy by the end of the night.

"And, if you don't mind me saying, that's a damn fine dress you're dressed in," you tell her as you sit down on the couch next to her and stare into her eyes, starting to think that you're making a connection with her.

"Yeah, about that, I'm supposed to go to a Hollywood gala tonight, but my husband and I are in the process of separating, so maybe you'd like to be my date?" she asks you, which takes you about five seconds to respond as you lean in and try to kiss her.

"MMM...you know we can't..." she tells you, not pushing you away very forcefully as you give up your pursuit of her for the time being, since you figure you'll have plenty of chances to play your cards right throughout the night.

"You're not with him anymore Hilary," you whisper to her as you walk her out the door and try to steal a kiss from her again, "it's okay for you to give into me, you know."