And for Mr. Jones, that was exactly what he was going to do. ‘Jenna, Monica, it’s nearly closing time and once were done balancing and reconcilin..., lock the front door and see me in my office. Both of you,’ he told them. His tone brooking no disagreement. Then he disappeared back into his office leaving Jenna giggling and Monica nervously looking at her. ‘Don’t worry Mon, we will probably just be getting yelled at for being late this morning,’ Jenna said. Then she giggled. ‘Just need to get. " For the first time that evening he didn't exude absolute confidence. "But I'd love to make this a regular thing. Would Ben be willing to give you to me on a regular basis? Maybe one night a month?"Echoing his earlier move, I kissed his cheek, and murmured in his ear, "It's not Ben who decides that, Sir."His eyes lit up and he smiled at me. "Indeed? So how can I persuade you?"I smiled back. "Let's consider tonight a performance evaluation. If all goes well..." I winked at him and turned to go. Especially with that bulge tenting the crotch of his pants yesterday.Stop thinking like that! she silently admonished herself. They went inside together and she stared at the ceiling while waiting for the elevator. But then, as though the silence was unbearable, she heard an unnecessary comment falling out of her mouth, about how hot Pierce kept the drawing studio and how she'd dressed this time with the high temperature in mind. They chatted about their drawings as they rode to the fourth. "Dan are you ready yet? Marie and Mary want to look at your hair.", Cathy yelled from the other side of the door.Dan noticed a curling iron in the bath area. He speculated what "look at your hair meant". He knew he had to leave sometime. He only wondered how long they would make him wear his "outfit"."Yeah, come on in." he said in capitulation.The door opened and Mary, Marie, and Cathy entered the room. They saw Dan standing there in skirt, blouse, and heels. They all looked in shock at.