Like a shamefaced, nervous schoolboy, he moved to the outer office door and turned the lock. From Roya’s office he could hear her making dinner plans with someone. Then there was silence.
“All right, come in.”
Trying to get a handle on his nerves, Brian took a few dep breaths and walked into her office. She pointed at the door and he closed and then locked it.
She was still wearing the snug-fitting gray skirt down to her knees along with black pantyhose, but had removed her jacket leaving only a white blouse. She looked, in no uncertain terms, stunning, and Brian once again felt the pulse of an erection mounting.