When I open the door to my boss’s office, I’m instantly hit with the smell of teakwood. I sit down in his chair, the cold leather soothes my hot skin as I open his drawers to find every piece of paper and paperclip in an orderly fashion. I pour the amber whisky from his drawer into a crystal tumbler and swirl the bottom before taking a sip and sigh. It’s smooth like honey but has that bite at the end. And something about drinking Killian’s whisky in his office makes me feel dangerously aroused.
Opening the very bottom drawer, I find a black tie that he must have taken off and forgotten about. I take the tie out of the drawer, and clench the cold silk in my hot palm. My sex starts pulsating and my blood rushes to my cheeks and cunt.
No.
Focus.
I came in here for a reason, not to play with my things. I set the tie down on top of the desk like it’s poisonous, and take another sip of whisky. I continue opening the rest of the drawers just to come out empty handed. Fuck. I lean my head back in Killian’s chair but my eyes wander back to the tie, wondering what it would feel like to have the smooth material rub against me.