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    Regular Sex ~ Issue 6 ~ NSFW
     
    It’s normal to
fantasise about your boss, right? If you saw my boss, you’d fantasise about him
too. He’s like David Duchovny’s better-looking brother, and I don’t know what cologne
he wears, but it makes me want to hump his leg whenever he comes within six
feet of me. I’ve been his secretary for the last six months and he’s been the
only man I’ve thought about when I’ve orgasmed since the day I set eyes on him.
It’s just a shame he’s never the man underneath me at the time. Or on top of
me. Or that one time in the changing rooms at the gym... anyway, you get the
picture. Other men have been scratching my itch, but they never seem to quite
hit my spot until I close my eyes and think about Anderton Spencer and come
like a howling wolf.
    There is an
important meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning. He sent me a memo this afternoon
to make sure I’ve got everything prepped down to the last degree, and unusually
he signed off with a reminder for me to dress appropriately. I read the line through
twice, unsure what to make of it. I turn it over and over in my head, wondering
what it means until curiosity finally gets the better of me as I pull my coat
on to leave. I tap on his door and catch his eye through the glass.
    ‘Just to let you
know that I’m all set for tomorrow’s meeting,’ I say as I pop my head around
the door and smile. ‘You can rely on me to make sure it runs like clockwork,
Mr. Spencer.’
    He smiles. ‘Where
would I be without you, Jenna?’
    I let my
uncertain smile hover on my mouth. ‘Can I ask you something else, sir?’ I call
him sir every now and then, more for my own pleasure than his. ‘Have I been
dressing inappropriately for work?’
    He looks taken
aback. ‘Not at all.’
    ‘It’s just that
your email...’
    His face clears. ‘Oh,
that. It was a little joke. Because the meeting tomorrow is with the board of a
proposed naturist village?’
    He watches me
process his words.
    ‘So you want me
to wear... gardening clothes? Dungarees?’
    He frowns,
forcing me to elaborate.
    ‘Dirt under my
fingernails, butterfly catching net at the ready?’
    He narrows his
eyes, and then after a few seconds he starts to laugh. ‘You’re getting
confused. You’re thinking of naturalists. These people are naturists. It’s very
different.’ He pauses and steeples his fingers on the desk. ‘They’re nudists,
Jenna.’
    Whoa. So tomorrow’s
meeting has just got a lot more interesting.
    ‘As in naked?’
    He shrugs. ‘In
this case, naked and very rich.’
    I smile. ‘And we
want to convince them that we’re the right people to manage their building
project, right?’ I glance at the complex site plans pinned to the board on his office
wall. Jeez, it looks huge. A full scale village. No wonder he’s insisting
everything is bang on when we see these people.
    Anderton Spencer
looks me right in the eye. ‘We do. Let’s work closely together on this tomorrow
and get that contract in the bag.’
    I flush, because
I’m not sure how to interpret his words. They sound like a come on but they
could be completely innocent, a changing room pep talk designed to fire me up.
I leave the building in a hurry, because I’m not going to leave anything to
chance; I’ve suddenly got a full schedule of waxing and buffing to get
underway.
     
    I shower and dress
carefully for work the following morning, trying to ensure I cover all
eventualities.
    Anderton is
already in his office when I arrive even though I’m almost an hour early, and I
take him a strong, freshly brewed coffee and lay a friendly hand on his
shoulder.
    ‘All set for
today?’
    He picks the mug
up and drinks gratefully, closing his eyes for a second as he savours the rich
pleasure in his mouth. I privately savour the pleasure of his expression at the
same time; is this how he looks when he has sex? I let my gaze move to his
full, slightly parted lips. Would he kiss me back if I kissed him