"Get dressed," he said after a moment and she thought he just might be struggling to keep his breathing under control.
Standing, she found her clothes on the floor, pulling her shirt back on, then her panties and shorts, using his desk for balance. Her ears were ringing with her orgasm, and her bottom was nothing but heat against the seat of her shorts.
"Have a seat, Miss Bauer." He nodded toward the chair on the other side of the desk.
Heidi was shocked to hear him say her last name, realizing he must have looked her up—of course he had. She worked for him, after all. Making her way around the desk, she sat down, wincing when her bottom touched the leather. Her pussy was a mash of pulpy, trembling wetness between her thighs and she squeezed her legs together as if to contain it.
"As I was saying... before your punishment..." He leaned forward in his chair. Heidi looked at the hand hovering over the white envelope and saw his fingers were glistening. That's me, she thought, staring, fascinated. "I would like you to take these materials home and review them."
"Yes, Mr. Kaiser." Heidi reached her own still-wet fingers out, brushing his as she took the envelope. He jerked his hand back as if she had burned him, his eyes dark as he looked at her.
"Nine a.m., Miss Bauer." He stood and reached under his desk and she heard the sound of the door again, unlocking now. "Don't be late."
"Thank you." She stood and picked up her backpack and started toward the door. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob, looking back at him and adding, "Sir."
He nodded, standing now and leaning his palms on his desk as he watched her. "Oh, and Heidi," he said as she opened the door. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes questioning. "You've made quite a mess of my blotter. We'll have to deal with that tomorrow."
Her breath caught, her ass clenching as she met his eyes. "Yes, sir," she breathed before closing the door behind her.
Chapter Three
The rain was coming down in sheets and she could barely see through her windshield, even with the wipers on full blast. The parking structure was nearly full and she had to squeeze her Honda into a too-small space, carefully slipping out so as not to chip Mr. BMW's paint job. The walk to the Kaiser building was short, but it didn't matter, because the rain made quick work of her hair and make-up, soaking her to the skin in a matter of moments.
Umbrella, Heidi, she admonished herself as she pushed the button for the elevator, wiggling uncomfortably in her rain-soaked attire. She had worn what the dress code requested—a skirt, no lower than 2 inches below the knee, and a blouse and jacket. Pantyhose weren't allowed—stockings were required to be worn, with garters, and heels couldn't be lower than three inches high. No pants, pant suits, trousers or jeans allowed. And definitely no shorts.
The elevator opened at floor forty-eight and Heidi stepped out, staring at the desk in front of her. My desk. The clock overhead read 8:35 a.m. She had made sure she left with plenty of time to get here. Mr. Kaiser's office door, to the left, was closed and she didn't know if he was in it. She wanted to go exploring down the other hallway, but thought it best to just sit and wait.
Stashing her purse under the desk, she took out the signed contract and other information she would have to turn in to personnel, smoothing the folds out over the surface. There was a computer and a multi-line phone, the usual pens and various office supplies tucked away in the drawers, and a huge filing cabinet behind her.
She puttered the minutes away, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, and was bending a paperclip into shapes when Mr. Kaiser stepped off the elevator. She saw his eyes sweep her, felt the heat of his disapproval, and then his gaze fell to the twisted paperclip in her hands.
"I was just... waiting." She stood, still holding the bent metal form. She held it up, giving him a little smile as she made it dance. "It's a dog."
He nodded, raising his eyebrows. "Delightful. Now, if you're done wasting office supplies, perhaps we can get to work?"
He motioned for her to follow him and she did, waiting while he put down his briefcase and hung his umbrella. His suit was impeccable, dry as a bone, and a Jon Green, Heidi noted, her eyes moving over the lines of his broad shoulders.
"I forgot an umbrella," she admitted as he sat at his desk.
He glanced up at her. "You look like a drowned rat."
She flushed, her hand smoothing her hair. "I know. I'm sorry."
"You should always be prepared, Heidi." He leaned back in his seat, looking over her outfit. "I assume, since you're here, that you have decided to take the job?"
"Yes." She nodded, eager, perching on one of the maroon leather wing-backed chairs. "I brought my paperwork."