Losing my Edge: The Temp, Part #2

Melissa has just started a temporary assignment in an office with a boss that is hot as hell. She plans to tease and drive him wild until she’s off the payroll and they can really get down and dirty.

You can read part One “The Temp”

Tuesday morning I got dressed, putting on my most delicate black lace bra, just in case. I slid the matching panties up over my hips, taking a peek in the mirror to see that they accentuated everything just so. I slid the black thigh highs on and put on my best heels.

Today I was going to wear my wrap dress. It was perfectly acceptable for the office, but with just a slight adjustment, I could make it look so much more tantalizing. The fabric draped in such a way that everything looked appropriate, if not a little uptight when it was worn for the day.

Then, with a bit of adjustment with this string and that little piece, it suddenly became a sexy, sultry, ready to slide off at any moment kind of dress. I was sure Mr. Hallaron would appreciate the quick change when I visited his office after work today.

I spent the entire morning with a smile on my face. That kind of secretive smile that makes everyone wonder what your’e up to. The funny thing is, I actually found myself enjoying my time in the office. I really liked the work I was doing. So much so that the day was coming to a close before I even realized it. One of my new coworkers, Sharon stopped by my desk to tell me I was doing a great job and I was caught off guard.

“Seriously, Melissa, we’ve had temps before, but you feel like you fit right in. You’re doing great! I wish you could stay. Maybe you could join the rest of us for drinks after work tomorrow? We usually go out for a bit, you know, just to make the week go faster.”

“Um, yeah,” I said, surprised. I mean nobody had ever invited me to be a part of the group at a temp job before. “I’d really like that.” I said, still feeling a little unsure. I wasn’t generally the girly type, but what could it hurt?

“Great! Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night!” I waved good-bye and realized that everyone else was gone for the day already. I grabbed my purse and shut down my computer. As soon as I stood up, I felt the spark of anticipation again. I couldn’t wait to see Mr. Hallaron again. I quickly headed for his office at the end of the hall.

I could tell he had been waiting for me when I opened the door. He looked a bit anxious. “I wasn’t sure you were going to come by,” he said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mr. Hallaron.” I said, as I quickly let the fastenings loose to let the dress readjust. His eyes were focused on mine until I started walking towards him. The dress was clinging to all the right parts, but he could see that the fabric was shifting, baring a little more leg here, a little more cleavage there. One of the shoulders loosened a bit and slid down, looking as if it might slide all the way off. I saw his throat working as I got closer.

I perched on the edge of his desk, reaching over to loosen his tie. He cleared his throat, “I think you can call me James,” he gestured to my nearly bare thighs now resting on his desk, “We seem to be past the business politeness at this point.”
“James? I like it.” I said. I meant it, too. The name just sounded right. Smooth and sweet, it was fitting.

“Thank you,” He said with a glimmer of humor, “My mom gave it to me a long time ago. I’ve had it my whole life.”

I raised a brow. “Oh, so you’re a funny man then? I didn’t realize.” I felt like I was in an alternate universe. First my coworkers being friendly, then the fact that I was actually liking the job and now the hot sexy boss was likable AND funny? What was the world coming to?

James put his hand on my knee, “You are so incredibly sexy,” he said. I waited, knowing the sexy part was just heating up now. “Will you go to dinner with me on Friday after work?”

I was in shock. “What?”

“Well, as you said, there will be nothing inappropriate at that point. I won’t be your boss and we’re free to date.”

“But I thought we’d just have sex!” I blurted without thinking. I clapped my hand over my mouth.

He looked like he was trying not to laugh, “Well, I’m not going to turn you down, but you do eat, don’t you? I thought we could actually have a date first. Or hell, we could have a date after if you want.” He let his hand travel up my thigh just a little bit further and I thought I was going to have to wipe off the desk when I got up. He was making me so incredibly hot with just a simple touch, I didn’t know what to think. I was normally so much more together than this.

His fingers caressed my thigh as I sat there, trying to think of something flippant to say to bring us back to a semblance of order. I realized right then that I was in trouble, because I couldn’t think straight. I was supposed to be the one teasing him, not the other way around! I was definitely out of practice or something.

My knees felt weak when I stood up and I almost stumbled. He was in front of me before I even realized it, his hands coming to my waist to steady me. Instead it sent my heart racing. I caught his eyes, looking a little dazed. I think he felt it, too. We stood there for a second or two before his mouth lowered to mine.

‘Yep,’ I thought. ‘I’m definitely in trouble.’ His mouth touched mine and my world shifted on its axis just a little.

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Part Three: Making Friends

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