He put the phone down and sat back in his chair. His office was suddenly quiet suddenly as their meeting ended. All pretenses and formalities finished. There was no official reason for her to stay. Nothing official.
He said nothing, but stared at her. Holding her eye contact. They were technically of the same rank, though she was pretty sure she made a bit more than him. His eyes on her though. She looked away and fidgeted slightly. How did he do this to her.
He didn't move from his chair and his gaze didn't leave her face. She couldn't look back up into those eyes. "Stand up," he said lightly, but in a tone that made his intentions clear.
She hesitated, looked at the door to his office and stood slowly.
"Come over here and face the door," he said.
He watched as she walked slowly towards him and around his desk, her heels tapping the floor lightly, her skirt just loose enough to rustle and as she turned to face the door he said "hands on my desk, on your palms, lean forward and spread your legs, don't look back.