This gave me a chance to have a good look up and down. She was a bit younger than myself. She had shoulder length mousey coloured hair with some blond... highlights and was dressed in a nice dark suit. You could tell she had a trim figure but it left a little to the imagination. The door closed and my thoughts turned to the job in hand. I drove to get the part. On my return I started to fit the new part. The door opened again. This time the suit had gone and had been replaced by cut off jeans. Eyes: assessing.She moves the box closer.What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now?She rips off the paper. The waiting staff seem at once to loom over her, and other diners appear to have turned themselves to see. The hush in the restaurant becomes deafening.But of course nobody cares. They’re all wrapped up in their own lives to look at a pretty woman, opening a box.The box is leather, dark blue. A clasp closes it with a single brass button. It makes. As I sat on the cold marble bench, I moved my skirt from under me so that the cold stone rested against my underwear, it felt nice against my private skin. I looked around the kitchen, the cream marble work was beautiful. Tom, I mean, Jillian's dad was really good at what he did. A steaming cup next to the stove caught my eye, I looked back at Jillian's dads office door, it remained closed and silent. I hopped off the counter, ice lollie in hand and mouth, and grabbed the handle of the mug. I. My breathing got harder too.I got off the elevator on my floor, guarding my raging hardon and throbbing balls with my briefcase. I deliberately didn't look back. I also could hardly concentrate on my work. I kept checking email, but nothing was there. Fucking bastard, whoever he was. Teasing me, taunting me. Well, the hell with this shit. I was gonna show him, so I picked up the phone to call my girlfriend. I was just horny since we hadn't fucked in a few days, that was all. And then my email.