Being employee and employer and after last time... The talk we had about never again... And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered bu... he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry person. You. Nothing short of murder most likely, but believe I screwed a fudge packer? Nuh-uh. No way. She hates faggots just as much as I do! She’d blow your fucking head clean off! Ha, ha, ha, ha.” George was rapidly working to hysteria as the giggling continued. Kristoff shrugged and started to walk briskly toward the door. “You’ve had fair warning George, resign or first I tell your wife, then the media.” He said as he walked across the office making sure he didn’t turn his back on the still shaking. She didnt even know his name, or anything about him other than his job, but she was willing to do&hellip,what? Robert wasnt even sure of that at the moment. Maybe he was just letting his fantasies take hold, when she could possibly be talking about something else all together. However, as her hand slid closer to his crotch, he quickly knew she really meant what he thought she did. He was already hard from the smell of her perfume, and the closeness of her sitting there. Now that her hand was. " I whisperedinto the phone. "Now listen to me, I am trying to get ready to leave,so I promise I will call you later tonight. Okay? In the meantime,thanks for all you did for me, and I promise, we will talk later..."Then I blew a kiss into the phone and hung up. I finished slipping onthe sexy sandals, stood up and walked back into the living room."Who was that on the phone, Angel?" Asked Charles, as I reached to pickup my Mimosa."Oh, that was my best girl friend Sandy. She was just checking up.