I enter Mr. Ashdown’s office and am floored by what befalls me. The large glass windows span the entire office, giving off an incredible view of the city. I walk over to the window and take in the scenery, a smile emerging on my face. I turn and walk around his shiny wooden desk, running my fingers along the surface.

“Is this mahogany?” I ask, picking up the placard on his desk. It reads: President Boyd Ashdown.

“It is,” he says, looking at me. He’s standing in front of the large bookcase, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “If you’re going to work smart, you have to have smart tools.” I walk over to the book case and examine the books, reading each spine in turn. I find a copy with a particularly interesting title and take it out.

“Who said that?”

“I did,” he says, in a tone that’s half sheepish, half cocky sounding. I can’t help but smile at his demeanor. I continue gazing at the large collection of books.

“You have quite the collection here, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, taking in the book titles. Each title looks more intriguing than the next.

“Please, call me Boyd,” he says.

“Your other employees don’t call you that,” I say, looking at him. “Wouldn’t that be out of character if I spoke to you so informally?” I realize as I’m saying this, just how formal I’m being. I look away from him and back towards the window.

“Fine then, call me Boss,” he says, giving me a challenging yet flirtatious look.

“Okay, Boss,” I tell him, a shiver running through me, because I like how it sounds.

“The ones that respect me do call me Boyd,” he says, as if on second thought, while crossing his arms. “However, there’s a fair share of employees who don’t. Take Brett, for instance. Don’t be surprised if you hear him speaking ill of me the next time he comes around.”

“He couldn’t seem to help mentioning that he knew some things about you,” I say, picking a book off the shelf. “Things that would probably make you look bad.”

“I don’t doubt he believes that.” Boyd sits down on the edge of his desk and watches me, silently.

“He doesn’t seem all that…fond of you. I wouldn’t think that being your assistant would make him want to come around me very often.” I say that with the hope that I don’t have to interact with him more than necessary.

“Oh, he’ll come around,” Boyd says. “Trust me. He slinks around every pretty young woman who walks into this office.” He gives me a knowing look and I can’t help but feel like he’s looking right through me. He gets up from the desk and comes over to me. He places a hand on my shoulder and stares directly at me, his eyes lingering on my face as if to memorize its features. I can’t help but do the same in return. I break eye contact with him after a moment, knowing what I’m feeling is wrong. “If he or anyone does anything that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me right away.”

All I can manage to do is nod silently. His closeness has suddenly taken my breath away.

“Mr. Ashdown…I mean, Boyd,” I correct myself, feeling stupid for asking the question I had felt the sudden urge to ask.

“Yes?” he asks, raising that eyebrow at me again.

Now I regretted asking him, thinking there was no way it could be the same guy.

“Did I happen to see you in a car yesterday, in between midtown and downtown?” I ask, deciding to plunge ahead since it would sound stupid now if I said never mind.

He smiles, as if pleased that I’d asked.

“I believe you did,” he says. “Isn’t that something.”

“Yes,” I say, shocked. It must be fate. But then I remember the way I fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit after I saw him, and warmth floods my face again. “It really is. I was on my way home from church.”

I laid back on my bed and touched myself while I thought about you, I think. I really did that. This is crazy.

“I was on my way here,” he says. “Because I’m spending the day meeting the new hires and helping with some of the training, I had to get some work done for clients yesterday. Usually I’m on the golf course on Sundays, of course.”

“Of course,” I repeat, as if it was obvious.

I still can’t believe the coincidence of our paths crossing yesterday. And the way he’s looking at me lets me know he doesn’t, either. I have a feeling there’s a lot more that will happen between us.