Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293
“Mr. Daniels… I swear, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”
I’m sitting on your desk, legs crossed, skirt hiked up just a little too high. My blouse is unbuttoned enough to reveal the lace of my bra — and the way your eyes keep drifting tells me I’m doing exactly what I intended.
You lean back in your chair, arms folded, voice deep. “This isn’t appropriate, Carina.”
I bite my lip, sliding one heel off slowly, letting it drop to the floor.
“I know. But you called me into your office… and I figured maybe you wanted a little one-on-one performance review.”
I shift, just enough to let the hem of my skirt ride up further. No panties. I made sure of that.
