She noticed his attentive glance, taking all of her supple young form in at a glance, looking at the low-cut blouse, and resting on her crotch. She grew uncomfortable and cleared her throat. "Was there anything that you needed, Mr. Eldridge?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, I want you to take a letter for me, Miss Jones," he responded, so that she went back outside to get her steno pad and pencil. Then she returned to his office, careful to leave the door ajar and sat down beside his desk. Mr. Eldridge cleared his throat and walked around the office a few times before he began the dictation.

"Dear Sirs, it has come to my attention…" his voice droned on and on, the usual business letter. As he spoke, his eyes returned to her body, noticing with pleasure the way that her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs, revealing the top of her tanned thigh and showing off her slender, pretty ankles in the high-heeled shoes. It seemed to Valerie that he was unusually verbose in this particular letter; she knew him to be a man of elegant and articulate prose and she wondered why he was taking so long in getting to the point.

Her pencil continued its progress along the lined paper, writing the words.

"Shut the door. Your legs are driving me crazy and I have to touch them!" Valerie's eyes opened wide when she read those words. She was shocked.

Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Eldridge crossed the room and closed the door softly.

"Mr. Eldridge, I'm…" she faltered.

"Blair, call me Blair," he said, coming over to her and taking her lovely face in his hands as he stooped to kiss her trembling lips.

"No, no, it's wrong. You're my boss!"

"And you're a gorgeous woman that I want to make love to!"

"But your wife…"

"I don't want you to make love to her. Just to me!"

"Mr. Eldridge!"

"Blair!" he corrected, moving his hands through her long, silky ash blonde hair. The slow caress was making her blood begin to seethe and boil and she fought the desire that welled up in her veins.