"My office, noon."
"This has to end," she thought to herself. "I can't allow this to continue. He's half my age and I'm a married woman."
The decision made, she deleted the email and went back to work. A crisis arose around 11:15 that morning and it took the better part on the hour to deal with it.
Once it had been successfully handled, she glanced at her watch and saw it was already ten minutes past noon. Sighing, she hoped he had finally got the message, that he realized she wasn't giving in to him anymore. Less than five minutes later her phone rang. She absentmindedly answered. It was his assistant.
"Mrs. Stephens, Mr. Johnson would like to see you in his office now," she said.
"I... I," she stammered.
"Mr. Johnson said now Mrs. Stephens," she stated firmly, with emphasis on the word now.
"I'm on my way," she replied.
Standing up, she smoothed her blouse and skirt and headed for his office. As she headed down the hallway, she passed his PA heading out for lunch.
"He's waiting for you," she said. "Just go on in."
"Crap," she thought to herself, "Now we'll be all alone."
Reaching the door, she knocked and heard a curt, "Come in." She twisted the knob and stepped into his office.
"Close the door and lock it Mrs. Stephens," he drawled. His soft tone was deceptive. She knew he was angry.
She closed the door and clicked the lock, standing there, not moving.
"You're late," he said, using that same deceptive soft tone.
"There was a crisis," she said. "Besides, I told you this has to end," she said, finally turning to look at him.
His lips curved into a smug smile as he rose and stepped out from behind his desk. He moved steadily towards her. She involuntarily took a step back and felt her back press against the door.
"If you really wanted to end it," he asked, "why are you dressed as I requested?"
"I'm not," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Really?" he murmured as he stepped closer.
She shook her head no as he stopped right in front of her.
"I believe," he drawled as his eyes slid over her body, "That my instructions were a button up blouse, an above the knee skirt, at least three inch peep toe heels and a sheer bra that fastened in the front. Oh, and no panties."
"I... I just threw this together this morning," she said.
"Right," he smirked. "Let's just see what's under this blouse then, shall we?"
She raised her arms to ward him off, but he quickly grabbed them and pinned them over her head.
His fingers nimbly undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing the sheer black bra she wore underneath. He slid a finger under the front clasp and flicked it open, freeing her firm ripe breasts to his gaze. A moan escaped her lips as she felt her nipples peak under his gaze.
"It would appear, my dear, that you aren't telling me the truth," he said as he mauled one of her tits with his free hand. They both watched as her nipples seemed to harden further.
"There's just one thing left to check, Mrs.