111- What do you think?

There’s a knock on the door, we both look up to see who has come into the reception.
I immediately recognize her as one of the receptionists from the ground floor. She is incredibly tall, hoisted up almost to Allen’s height of 6 ft 2 on six inch heels that I can’t understand why she’s wearing at work. She does appear comfortable in them though so I immediately check my jealousy. Her hair is a shiny wavy brown, and the nude wrap dress she has on is clinging to her body like a second skin. She looks naked.
Staring at the dress, for a moment both myself and Allen are speechless. “I have a message for Mr. Abbott,” she says in a silky, breathless voice. Even her smile seems too bright for me to take in.
Mr. Allen recovers before I do, “Shoot your shot,” he says as he takes his leave.

I can’t help but think that perhaps this is exactly what this woman is trying to do. My query immediately begins after the brief introductions, “I’m sorry that you come all the way here, next time please just give me a call.”
“Sure,” she says but her gaze is no longer on me. It is on the door leading to Grady’s office. Her gaze is twinkling with excitement.
I honestly can’t blame her. But there is no way in hell that I'm allowing her to shoot her shot at the man. It is of course not personal, but during work hours, it is my job to man his territory. She can do whatever she wants afterwards.
True to form, she takes a few steps towards me and whispers excitedly, “Do you mind if I hand this over to him personally? I can say that you stepped out for a bit and that this is kind of an urgent delivery. I heard that Cognizant would be a very big client for us.”
My eyes widen in amazement. “So you want me to come off as incompetent, so that you can hit on the boss?” It is not my intention to be this crude but I honestly can’t believe she hasn’t thought this through and has only considered her interest in this intended ploy.
She immediately becomes defensive, all the light and elegance in her eyes and frame disappearing. “Who says I’m hitting on him? Sheesh, take it easy.”
I keep my gaze neutral even though I am subjected to her sharp eyes, until she hands the folder to me. Then she turns around and storms out of the reception.
I eye her retreating frame and pull the folder open to look at the one page memo. Cognizant has indeed become a massive IT consultant and digital solutions provider with about fifteen billion in yearly revenue. So, there is no doubt that I stand to learn a lot and gain some exposure from the deal. I quickly study the memo and after memorizing what I need to about the company, I knock on his door and walk into his office.
He is however on his feet and putting on his suit jacket.
My heart lurches seeing that he is about to leave. His gaze meets mine and I momentarily freeze. “What is it?” he asks.
This is the cue that I need to get myself back together. “T-the memo came from the ground floor. On the call from Cognizant?”
“I don’t need it,” he says as he grabs his phone. He starts to round the desk and I take several steps backwards as though I’m the one he’s approaching. It’s only at the slight confusion on his face that I halt my steps. My mouth then immediately blurts out what I want it to, “Can I come along? Please?”

His face goes blank.
Cold chills begin to crawl down my arms. Why are you so goddamn intimidating? I cry inwardly. If it isn’t for the fact that he has been inside me, I’m not sure that I would have been able to take the pressure of working for him. “I apologize if I'm overstepping but I—”
“You are,” he says. “You are overstepping.”
“I-I’m sorry,” I stutter and step away from him. I focus on calming my state as he walks to the door. He stops at the door to look at me. “Do you know how to play golf?” he asks.
“Uh, no but uh, I can do everything else.” My mind goes blank at the utterance. I can do everything else? What does that even mean?
“Everything else like what?”
“I can uh… uh, I c-can get your drinks or uh… help carry the bags. The golfing bag I mean.” He stares at me.
I squirm like a worm under his piercing gaze. “Can you at least drive the golf cart?” he asks.
This is not a question to ponder on as I can see that he is already getting impatient. “Yes sir! I can! Most definitely.”
“Alright. Come along then.”
At his words, my spirit nearly leaps out of my body. “Yes! I mean… thank you.” He continues on his way out.
I do a quick, little girly swirl before going after him.



‘D istraction’ is an understatement for what Blair Tatum is in a caddy’s attire.
I truly didn’t expect her to change into the outfit since this is still a business meeting regardless of the location. But on a positive note, Sasha Vasiliev took one good look at her and lit up like a bulb.
Therefore, before I had the chance to inform her that she didn’t have to be too friendly to the older man, she took it upon herself to indulge him as much as he desired. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and neither could I for that matter, except of course when she is looking in my direction.
We have an official caddy assigned to us, but she insisted on driving us herself.
Her skills with the cart are jerky and bumpy at best, but not much else can be fully noticed with how short her plaid skirt is. It just barely rests above her ass. The creamy length of her legs, disappearing underneath the material to converge at a place I am no stranger to is more than enough to set my blood boiling. The skirt is complemented with a tight white shirt that hugs the fullness of her breasts, and on her head sits a white baseball hat.
“So, Miss Tatum, how long have you been working for Mr. Abbott here?” “About two weeks,” she replies with a dazzling smile.
I pause at the smile that I do not think I have seen on her before. It is sweet and bright and against my better judgement, pulls at something in my chest. I almost can’t look away.
It sure brings to mind what Allen said about her being a goofball. So is this a confirmation then? I wonder. That she is full of light but then when it comes to me, she becomes withdrawn and somewhat timid?
“Do you enjoy working over there?” Mr. Vasiliev asks her. “How does the highly acclaimed Mr. Abbott treat his staff?”

She glances back at me, and then slightly purses her lips at the older man. “My title is the executive assistant, sir, but I’m sure we can all see exactly what that entails, seeing as I’m the caddy for the afternoon.”
He throws back his head to release a booming laugh, while I on the other hand can’t think up a response.
So, I just rest my gaze on her but she seems too shy to look at me.
Soon, we arrive at Sasha’s putt, a tricky, downhill 20-footer. We both stand to the side as he readies himself for the hit but I can see already that he is going to miss the hole. True enough, he swings the club and it breaks about four inches to his right. The ball rolls right past the hole and stays out.
“Fuck me!” he curses.
Blair sends me a worried look.
I hold her gaze for as long as she has the guts to do the same, unmoved and relaxed. “I’m missing some good luck today aren’t I?” He laughs.
Blair sends a sweet smile over to him.
It makes him stop and myself too, for that matter.
The short, balding older man just stares at her. “Thankfully, these are the only times when I sometimes have trouble getting my stick to fill up a hole.”
At the comment, shock instantly flashes across her face.
I move my gaze from her to meet the slimy grin on his and it takes every ounce of my self-control to keep from swinging my club at his head.
“You’ve been doing quite well, sir,” she replies. “There’s just four more holes to go and I’m sure you’ll certainly win.”
“Hey! You can’t say that in front of your boss. He has ten thousand dollars riding on this game.” “I believe in you, sir,” she says.
He turns to me with unconstrained delight. “Abbott, you just might have the greatest secretary of all time.” Then his gaze roves down her body. “And they most definitely do not come like this anymore. All curvy and lively, and willing.”
Blair excuses herself to go over to our assigned caddy.

I can overhear that she is speaking to him about replenishing our refreshments. Her phone suddenly falls from her hand so she lowers to retrieve it and as she does certainly, neither myself nor Sasha can look away from the jut of her ass against the material.
At first, I didn’t think much about this outfit but now, I’m strung between ordering her away to change, or finding somewhere secluded so I can fuck her brains out.