She had been working for him for a week now.
She was short, athletic, with perfectly round breasts and a narrow waist. Her legs showed the tone and strength of her days as a high school soccer player. Her olive skin had a warm glow and her eyes were a deep brown.
She was always smiling. No matter what she did. No matter what he asked of her. Her lips were full and typically quite red.
He had promised that if the week went well, he'd take her to a celebratory lunch on Friday.
When she came in, he'd told her that at precisely 11:30, she was to remind him to stop his work and take her to lunch.
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