Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

"Mrs. Cummings, Mr. Alexander will see you now."

"Th-thank you," Kathy muttered as she rose automatically, flustered by the sudden presence of the blonde receptionist a few feet in front of her chair. Though she knew it was silly, she could not help but be embarrassed by the idea that she had been mulling over such personal things, right there in the anteroom of Mr. Alexander's office. Suppose his receptionist had been able to tell what she had been thinking by the look on her face? It was ridiculous, she knew, and yet Kathy felt relieved as she stepped into her husband's boss' office and heard the door shut quietly behind her.

"How do you do, Mrs. Cummings," Maxwell Alexander greeted smoothly as he rose courteously from his chair and extended his hand to the desirable, fresh-faced young blonde, a wide charming grin on his face. "It's certainly a pleasant surprise to see – I mean, meet you this afternoon. Now tell me, please, what can I do for you?"

"Well, Mr. Alexander, it's a little complicated," Kathy admitted slowly and rather shyly as she glanced covertly at the ruggedly handsome, middle-aged man who had seated himself again after making certain that she was comfortable in her own chair. From Henry's occasional descriptions of his boss' appearance and temperament, she had expected Mr. Alexander to look like a little old wizened man and not at all the hearty, he-man-like individual seated before her. "You… you are Mr. Alexander, aren't you?"

"Yes, the very same, my dear," he informed her with a broad chuckle. Max's gaze intensified as he drank in the sight of Henry Cummings' young wife's lush, girlish figure, the birth of a notion sparking in his narrowing eyes. God, what a juicy little bitch, he thought with salacious delight. Her long coppery-gold hair and big fluttery brown eyes were like something out of one of his wildest fantasies and her body, hell, his mouth was watering just looking at it. It was sensationally ravishing, an erotic dream, and he fully intended now to make that dream come true. God, how had that punk Cummings ever managed to land a sexy dish like this, he wondered in speculative astonishment. Max's mind was already working on the interesting possibilities of getting a devilish revenge against his forgetful magazine editor as well as reaping the sexual fruit of the fool's savory little wife. He smiled suavely and murmured suggestively, "Well, I'm sure I have enough time for a lovely young girl like you. Here, why don't you sit down over there, on the couch, where we can be comfortable during our chat?"

"Thank you, Mr. Alexander," Kathy replied in a soft but uncertain voice as she rose and followed the important, older man to the plush black leather couch that lined the span of almost one entire wall of the huge, sumptuously decorated office. Her thoughts reverted automatically back to Henry's words about this man, his employer, that he was "a powerful, dynamic leader of men", but all she could think of at the moment was how Max Alexander's penetrating gaze threatened to bore right through her clothes to her bare flesh when he stood for what seemed an eternity beside the couch, above her. She felt a cold shiver of apprehension course through her, as though his piercing eyes were stripping her bare, and the ever-fatherly, too-friendly, tone of voice he used with her made her feel even more uncomfortable and worried.

"It-it's very kind of you to see me without my having made an appointment," she excused herself, carefully avoiding his eyes as she settled herself more sedately on the sofa, struggling not to betray her discomfort around him.

"No, not at all," he reassured expansively. He recognized the sudden fear blazing clearly in the beautiful girl's brown eyes when she caught him blatantly inspecting her stunning, voluptuous body and he realized with lecherous delight that she was no doubt just as young and innocent as she seemed to be. Christ, what else should he expect, since she was married to Cummings, he concluded sarcastically. And that was all the better for him, the boss, for what could be more fun than introducing this perky-looking, hot little piece of exciting ass to a couple of things that she could take home to show her husband? He would make Maxwell Alexander a name that her husband would remember for the rest of his life. But first, Max decided, he would have to make this sweet young bitch feel more at home with him, not so touchy and afraid. He could hardly wait to get his eager hands and mouth on those ripe alluring curves of soft flesh and bring her to a grand pitch of abandonment and ecstasy that would make her beg, beg for what he had to give her – good hard cock!

But she had to be ready, he reminded himself and for the time being he would have to be content just to relish the youthful choiceness of her tender, intoxicating body from a discreet distance.

"Forgive me for staring at you, my dear," he said softly with the same sly practiced sincerity that he used so often with the more difficult members of his board of directors. "I don't know quite how to say this, but I certainly never expected Henry's wife to be so… so attractive… and intelligent, too, I imagine."

"Oh, thank you for being so kind, sir, but I'm just a plain housewife and probably don't deserve so much praise," Kathy demurred, yet was secretly pleased that the handsome mature man had immediately discerned the very thing that she had been trying so hard to show Henry. It was rewarding to be flattered so generously and the conversation was going so easily that she could not resist the temptation to get directly to the point. "Most men don't think a mere wife needs any brains to function, but I'd like to show Henry that that's not really true."

"Oh, that's too bad. I didn't know you two were having any trouble. I'm afraid I can't understand how any man could possibly underestimate a charming woman like you. You can tell me about it, if you want to… And please, call me Max," he said good-naturedly, tilting his face downwards to conceal the little smile of triumph that was twitching at the corners of his mouth. Holy Christ, he had already found the key to this gorgeous girl's emotions – on his very first attempt – not to mention what was surely the way into her pants! There was no doubt about it, Henry Cummings did not know how to handle his tasty young wife, but, by God, he, Max Alexander, certainly did… more than she knew… and he would keep on understanding her so well that she would still be thanking him for his kindness when he gained control of her luscious body. "Now, would you like to have a bit of refreshment with me?"

"Well, I…" Kathy blushed faintly as she tried to make up her mind about the wisdom of accepting a drink with Henry's boss.

"Oh, come on, we can talk more easily if we're relaxed," Max encouraged, a sudden flash of inspiration triggering his scheming mind on to fresh designs.

"Umm, well, yes, I guess I'd like a small one," she heard herself say, even though she had never imagined that she would become friendly so quickly with her husband's employer. Though it was already well into the afternoon and Henry would be getting off work in a few hours, the delicious strawberry-blonde decided courageously that it could not hurt to talk with this obviously warm-hearted man for a while longer. After all, he had immediately understood her predicament, the kind of problem she was having in her marriage, and she definitely needed someone to commiserate with her anyway. Besides, she was almost positive now that she would get the job whenever she worked up the necessary bravery to ask for it. It would be nice to become friends with her future employer – perhaps even convenient. "Uh, Max," she began hesitantly, using his first name for the first time as she watched the tall, brawny man walk quickly toward a Chinese lacquered cabinet on the other side of the commodious office, "please don't make mine too strong. I… I haven't had much experience at drinking."