Lexi sank her head back into the plush leather of her office chair. It was one of the perks of having your own office—you could pick your own luxury furniture. She’d decided on a padded, memory-foam recliner. Not that she ever really got to relax quite as much as she’d like to.
Tonight she was working late, another international account that required overtime. Maybe she could get in a quick cat-nap before her next call, refresh herself a little. She pulled off her patent heels and wriggled contentedly into the deliciously soft, cool leather. Her golden hair got mussed as she wiggled and fell in front of her face, obstructing her eyes.
Her feet could do with her a rub, she thought. Lexi let her hands wander down her stockinged legs. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could magic up an in-house masseur? She remembered back to the days when corporate coffers were overflowing and perks like massages were commonplace.
Her favourite memory from those early days involved a handsome office junior named Rory. He’d had a naked crush on her and she’d revelled discreetly in the attention. Working as hard as she did, meant she had little time for extracurricular affairs, so the odd office fantasy about Rory and his dimpled features were a welcome distraction on occasion. He was fun to think about and gave her some fodder for her lusty midnight fantasies.
Rory was dedicated to her and would bring her a decaf caramel mocha every morning without fail. Lexi would be a bit slow in the mornings and the stressed adrenaline of the day would be yet to kick in. Her slightly sleepy eyes would enjoy the sight of Rory in his tight, fitted shirts and she took pleasure in his big smile at seeing her each and every day.
Rory would linger a minute or two after reverently handing her the sweet coffee and ask about how she had slept the night before. Her make-up was fresh at that time and her clothes would be uncreased—she’d be unsullied by the day yet to come. They would chat and flirt, with long heat-filled glances and Lexi would ease into her morning, lightened with a dopamine rush.
Rory was always flattering her—not just her hard work ethic which often kept her in the office late into the night—but even her taste in books and quirky office decor. It was so warming to get that kind of attention.
Lexi had often wondered what it would have been like if she’d encouraged him even the tiniest bit more. She had no doubt that he would have leapt at the opportunity to rub her feet, for example....
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