in trouble with the boss

"Shit!"

The data analysis report I sent in was from the wrong week. How could I mess up again? Fuck fuck fuck I thought. I'm so getting it this time. It's third time I have messed up this month and Mr. Williams is not happy.

"Jenny! Come to my office now!"

Everyone looked at me. The men using it as an excuse to stare at my cleavage, barely held in by my slightly see through white blouse, and my perfect perky ass in the black pencil skirt that kept rising up.

But I didn't care. Because Mr. Williams was staring at me. Tall, handsome, clean shaven (and maybe some stubble on his busier weeks) he was my dream boyfriend. The way those navy blue suits fitted on him so well, conforming to the toned muscles along his arm. With the perfect white shirt that could not hide his beautiful chest and abs underneath. He was a true piece of work.

After following his muscular back into the office, he turned around to close and lock his door. I'm im real trouble now I thought.

But Mr. Williams went straight back to his desk and sat down. He then ordered me to...