On Thursday morning, I get to work and I write like always. I’m quite happy with the little system I’ve devised. Write, work, write, work, throughout the day. Lacy and Zane provide me with a nice little distraction from my own work.

At a quarter to eight, I head down the elevator and outside to grab some coffee. When I sit down back at my desk, I notice something is off. There is a little piece of paper sticking out of the bottom of my keyboard, which seems shifted.

I put my coffee down, snatch the piece of paper, and read. It’s a hand-scribbled note:

My heart hammers through my blouse. Who knows? Who is playing a trick on me?

Suddenly, everyone’s a suspect. I stand up, and glance at the guy a few rows down from me, who appears to have just arrived. Bob walks in, looking disheveled as always.

I take a deep breath, and sit back down at my desk. Once Bob is seated, and I’m satisfied he won’t be randomly stopping by my desk, I sit down and open my desktop back up and pull up my email.

There’s a email that just says ‘from .’

I curiously open the email and read, slackjawed.

“So this is what we’re reduced to?” Lacy says with a smile, her baby blues a warming the cockles of my heart. “The janitor’s closet?”

“Reduced to?” I smirk. “Don’t act like you’ve never wanted to hook up in one of these. This is hot. Look at all the tools we have around here.” I pick up a mop and hold it, smiling. “We could really have some fun with this.”

Lacy rolls her eyes as she unbuttons my shirt. She smiles.

“I think there’s another big, long item in here I’d rather have fun with,” she says.

She rolls her hand down my abdomen, my white shirt finally undone. She slips her hand further down and grabs hold of my rapidly hardening erection.

I groan, take the back of her head, and pull her into me for a deep kiss while she works to undo my belt buckle.

“Fuck, Lacy, those lips taste so good.” I growl. “But not as good as this pussy’s gonna taste.” My fingers drift down her ass, and I cup her butt over the cloth of her sexy white pants. My other hand drifts up her shirt, sliding under her bra. The makeout is sloppy, it’s sweaty. And it’s oh-so-fucking-hot, feeling Lacy’s heat against me.

We look each other in the eye, and I can tell she’s feral and on the brink of losing control. Just like me.

I unbutton her white pants and slide them off. They stick on her heels, and she goes to unbuckle them.

“Leave the heels on,” I command.

Once her creamy thighs are revealed to me, I can’t take anymore. I hoist her up onto the convenient waist-high stool and slide her panties off. I dive between her legs, flicking my tongue over her clit, and it tastes every bit as heavenly as I imagined. She comes at least once, quivering as I eagerly lap her up.

After a while, she grabs awkwardly at my cock until she finally grips it. “Please Zane. I want my boss to fuck me now. Make me purr.”

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How’d I do?

-Mr. X

P.S. - Pants changed to reflect the hottest girl in the office’s pants color today. I was inspired.

My eyes widen at the screen. I’m frazzled, and, holy heck, I’m aroused by whoever wrote this. My heartbeat quickens and I can feel my pulse in my throat.

I look down at my pants, just to confirm I wasn’t dreaming this morning when I put them on.

Yep. Still white.

I click off the email, and just in time, because Bob approaches my desk. I click onto another email, appearing very into whatever I’m reading.

“Morning, Brett!” Bob says, and he’s got a little more of a skip in his step today.

“Hi Bob. Top o’ the mornin’ to you.”

“We have an all-staff meeting at eight-thirty. Quarterly thing and all that jazz. Just wanted to make sure you have it on your calendar.”

I pull up my email calendar. “I do. I have it right here. Thanks.”

“Perfect.” He turns to leave, but then spins back. “I almost forget. Something I need to tell you.”

I swallow. Bob’s look is mischievous. He has to be Mr. X.

“We’re starting a task force,” he says, taking his time with his words. “It’s a cross-department team that will focus all of its efforts on completing the Blackwell Ranch project, and might bleed into the Shallowater distillery as well. It will have a few people from all teams. Sales, designers, suppliers, etc. Congratulations. Somebody high up likes you. Must be that sale you snagged this week.”

“Sounds great,” I say.

“Yep. You’ll meet up on floor nine.”

“Thanks. Well I had better check a few more emails before that eight-thirty meeting.”

The all staff meeting is pretty boring, per usual. Mr. Blackwell’s staff lawyer, Kim is running it, and it’s mostly about mandatory company policy. Basically, they are talking to us to make sure Blackwell Industries is covered in the case of any type of lawsuit. I do notice that Kim shoots me a couple of weird looks throughout the meeting, but I don’t think too much of them.

Once the meeting wraps up after about twenty five minutes, I have just enough time to head to the meeting on floor nine.

I grab a seat at a round table, and seven other employees fill in the chairs around me. We introduce ourselves. Other than me and Kim, there’s one other girl--the designer.

“Mr. Blackwell will be with us shortly,” Kim says. “He’s wrapping something up. But he wants me to thank all of you for being here and being a part of this taskforce.”

A few minutes later, Sebastian enters. Today he wears a navy blue suit with a vest.

He hangs up his suit coat, and rolls up his sleeves.

“Alright y’all. It’s time to hammer out some project details, and really get deep into this one. Blackwell Ranch is an ambitious undertaking, and we need all of us on the same page if we’re going to get through this efficiently. You’ve all been chosen for one thing--talent and dedication.”

He leans forward just a bit, setting his palms on the desk. I can’t help but stare into Sebastian’s dark brown eyes, the gorgeous things hidden under long eyelashes as he continues speaking.

“ The work we’re going to put in will be substantial. But as a reward, I’m providing each of you with a substantial stock-benefits package.”

Troy, one of the younger sales guys seated around the table, raises his hand.

“Yes, Troy,” Sebastian says, nodding at him.

“So there will be stock benefits. But Mr. Blackwell, will there be like any other benefits?” He winks.

Our little group cracks up, myself included.

Sebastian is smooth, and doesn’t miss a beat with his response. “There are of course the added benefits of working on a team with a diverse group of individuals from different parts of the company. Throw in the fact that you’ll get to work one on one with yours truly, and I’d say you have a whole slew of benefits, Troy. Any other questions?”

I swallow as Sebastian scans the faces of everyone in our group. When his eyes make contact with mine, electricity spikes through me as if the man can send a spark across the air between us. Seeing one on one before was hot, sure, but knowing how Sebastian can take control of a room is supreme sexy boss material.

I make a mental note that Zane is going to do it with Lacy after one such meeting.

“No more questions. Alright then. Schedules will be sent out. I look forward to seeing more of you all.”

On the way out, Troy stops me. “Hey there,” he says. “Troy.”

“Brett,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”

Troy is the self-proclaimed ‘bro’ of the office. He’s got an effortless charm about him, and two cute dimples. He pulls out a card and flashes an easy, natural smile.

“Here’s my card. I know you’re new around the office. Call me if you need anything. I’m happy to help you in any way I can.”

“Oh. Well thanks. I don’t have a card,” I say as we reach the shiny silver elevator doors.

“That’s the first thing I’d be happy to help you with,” he says as we step in. “Email me and I’ll tell you how to get your business cards made up for free.”

“Okay,” I say, and I have to smile because I think I just made my first office friend.

As the elevator doors close, I catch a glimpse of Sebastian’s face, watching me curiously. I can’t help flashing a smile back at him, wondering if he’s jealous.