Office Slut

They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.

"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.

She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.

"The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.

The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike’s and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia’s breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she’d seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute. And the man by his