He casually tousled her long wavy hair and refilled her glass.

"You're going to make me drunk, Mr. Young," she said. "And I won't be able to type a thing for the rest of the day."

"Never mind that," he said. "It's almost three o'clock and it's your anniversary. Remember? We were celebrating. Now, tell me all about your boyfriend troubles."

There was something about the way he said boyfriend troubles and something about tile way he was fondling her hair that made the young secretary's heart beat faster.

"I'm sure half the guys around here have already made a pass at you," Mr. Young said as he took her hand and lightly stroked it. "A pretty little thing like you."

Terry smiled. It was nice to hear compliments. Anyway, the scotch had gone to her head and she felt mellow and a little dizzy. "Well, a few have," she admitted.

Now Mr. Young tugged at her hand. "Come sit over here, honey," he said. "Kick your shoes off and talk to me. A man needs a little relaxation after a week like I've had."

They sat down on the leather sofa and Terry found herself telling him all about her ex-boyfriend and her roommates and the fun she was having since she'd come to work at Century Ltd..

The longer she talked, the less nervous she became, until finally she found herself giggling and leaning against Mr. Young's chest as he draped an arm around her shoulder.

"Have you heard any gossip about me?" he said as he toyed with her hair.

"Gossip?"

"You know," he smirked. "The usual stuff that floats around a big office. Like my extracurricular activities, for example."

The young secretary had heard rumors about Mr. Young. She knew he was married and had a couple of children and she also knew he ran around with girls in the office.

She blushed as she looked down at her lap. "I try not to listen to that kind of thing," she said softly. She was aware of his fingers on her neck and she trembled slightly as she felt his hand on her thigh.