Nancy sat at the desk in her 50th floor corner office. Being the CEO of a large, successful organization was stressful, but boy was the view nice. Not the view out the window, no. Nancy was staring at the butt of her handsome young administrative assistant John as he was stacking papers on the tables.
Nancy, having spent much of her life focused on her career growth, hadn’t been touched by a man in years. She just didn’t have time for such trivial pursuits. "Who has time for romance when they have so many unread emails?" she reasoned to herself.
That said, she was real sweet on John. She didn’t hire him for his paper stacking skills, that’s for sure.
John was new to the company, but he worked his butt off making himself invaluable to his sexy boss. He knew he shouldn't think such things about his employer, but he couldn't help but admire the powerful woman in her three-piece suit. He'd sometimes sneak peaks at Nancy while he was filing papers or composing memos. Nancy pretended not to notice.
“John”.
“Yes, Mrs. O’Callahan?”
Nancy took off her glasses, “John, it’s Ms, not Mrs. You know that!”
“Oh right, sorry Ms O’Callahan!”
“You know, John, you can just call me Nancy...I'd prefer it.”
“Uh, sure, of course Nancy.”
Nancy clasped her hands together on top of her mahagony desk, intertwining her fingers, “John, I wanted to talk to you about your future here at Zamazon. Where do you see yourself in five years?”
John looked down at the floor in thought, “I really like it here. I feel like the company really cares about me and my career growth, and I’m hoping I can still be working here in five years.”
“That’s a great answer, John. It seems like you really care about your job here.”
“I do. Thanks Nancy. I appreciate the opportunity you gave me.”
“How much do you appreciate it, John?”
“A lot...”
“No, I mean just HOW much do you appreciate the opportunity I’ve given you, John?”, Nancy said, eyeballing the increasingly awkward feeling young man.
“Um...”, John scratched his head uncomfortably.
“You do like working...under me...right?”
“Yes, definitely!”
“How about we get down to business then.”
Then they had sex.
The end.