Samantha

Samantha Johnson, the new hire, was exquisitely beautiful. James Mann thought her the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met. He'd love to ask her out, but her good looks were somehow intimidating. He feared she'd reject him. If she did, he'd feel mortified. It was better, he told himself, to fantasize about asking her. That way, he'd control her answer, and her answer would always be yes.

The day that Mr. Sloane hired Sam as his new secretary, the office employees invited her to lunch. It was nothing fancy, just a welcome-aboard gesture. They met at the diner across the street from the office. James had hoped to sit with Sam, but her booth was full before he entered the restaurant. Ed Neely, Joe Parker, and Lou Alister were the lucky bastards, salesmen all, who'd managed to occupy the seats in her booth. James hated salesmen. They were so damned pushy.

He had to content himself with worshiping her from afar, between the perky waitress's visits to his table.

Sam had long, curly blonde hair that cascaded over her delicate shoulders, falling half way down her sculpted back. Her breasts were high, full, round, and firm. She'd left the top three buttons open to ensure that she showed plenty of cleavage. The tight silk blouse that she wore also showed the outlines of her puffy areolas and the stiff points of her jutting nipples. She also wore a red mini-skirt slit up the thigh that revealed her long, sleek, tapering legs through the fine mesh of her stockings. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. James wondered whether she was wearing panties and, if so, what type and color they were.

Ed said something, and Sam laughed. She was even more beautiful when her eyes went crescent and her lips curved upward, parting to frame her dazzling white teeth. A stab of jealousy pierced James' heart. He glared at Ed, without realizing it, and muttered, "Bastard!"

Joe said something. Again, Samantha laughed. Again, James scowled, mumbling, "Asshole!"