Contains mature content.
Of course, it was only roleplay. He’d never given the idea of having a secretary much thought, had never imagined being in a position to need one at work.
But the appeal of having one increased exponentially after she walked into his basement “office”, “accidentally” dropped her pencil and bent to pick it up in front of him, revealing she wore nothing at all under her short skirt. She looked back at him with a wry smirk, taking her time about picking up that pencil of hers and he was damned if he was going to rush her.
He decided right then that he hoped his company wouldn’t ever recall them from the ‘work from home’ environment. Now that he had a personal secretary, he didn’t feel the need to go back to the office.