She comes back to your office

Minka Kelly returned to your office within a few days and presented you a signed contract and then proceeded to pick up right where she left off with other things, too.

"You're looking good today John," she tells you, teasing you, thinking she has you right in the palm of her hand.

"You're not looking too bad yourself Minka," you tell her as you look at in her skintight jeans and little mustard yellow yank top.

"Look, why don't we quit beating around the bush here, Minka," you tell her, knowing she is under your employ now and believing she'll be receptive to what you're about to say, anyway, "we both know that there is something going on between us that is on more than a professional level. Why don't you come back to my place and see where that leads?"

"Or...we could do that right here baby..." she whispers in your ear, bending over your desk so you get an eyeful of her tits as she squeezes your arm.

"Get on your knees for me, then," you tell her, not even bothering to lock the door, since the thought of getting caught doesn't really scare you as much as it used to.

"I have a better idea," she whispers, once again bending over the desk as you come up behind her, knowing exactly what she wants.