"We meet again."

"We meet again, Mr handsome," Caitlyn smiled and stopped in front of him. Martin sighed and made to walk away. "Mr Bernard isn't in at the momen," She informed him, and he paused.

"Let's leave, then," Martin said to his secretary.

"Sir, it was really hard to secure an appointment with him. If we leave now, we won't be able to get to him till the next three or four weeks," His secretary whispered to his hearing and hers alone. A small groan escaped his throat. 

"You both can wait in my office. He will be here in an hour or less," Caitlyn offered.

"Yes." "No." Martin and his secretary answered simultaneously. His secretary gave him an apologetic look. He cleared his throat and faced Caitlyn. "We will rather wait in my car," He told her.

"If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile.

Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

He knew he had to swallow his pride and do as she asked. He didn't want to delay the meeting any longer. He needed a lawyer's help and he had decided to go for the best. "We'll wait in your office," He stuttered. Caitlyn chuckled softly. "Follow me," She told them.

... 

Martin returned to his office around 5 PM. Caitlyn had indeed helped him make the meeting with lawyer Bernard possible. He had managed to mutter a 'thank you' to her. He thought it was important as the meeting wouldn't have held if it wasn't for her.

She was thrilled when he thanked her. He wondered how she could be so shameless. He was used to women going insane over his looks, but hers was different in a way he could not explain.

He dropped onto the sofa in his office. He was exhausted and famished. He stood up and walked toward his table, picked up his office phone and pressed a number. "I'm famished. Bring me food," He said into the phone and dropped it immediately afterward. 

He returned to his sofa, laid on it and shut his eyes. A thought suddenly crossed his mind and his eyes widely opened. "Two days?" He murmured. He raised his phone to his face and dialed a number. The person he was calling picked up after the second ring. 

"I need a girl tonight," He said into the phone. "Alright, boss," The receiver replied. Martin hung up.

The door to his office opened a few seconds after the call was over and a young lady walked in wheeling a tray of food. She carrier the tray and bent to place it on the table in front of him. Martin sat up. She remained bent as she began to open the plates one after the other.

Martin started at her exposed cleavage. Her shirt wasn't completely buttoned, and her bra was unusual, so her breasts were exposed. She stylishly looked up at Martin and smiled when she saw that his gaze was glued to her chest. After opening all the plates, she stood up. 

Martin swallowed as she walked seductively to the door. She locked it and walked to his table. She sat on it and opened her legs widely. Martin's breath hitched as he stared as her bare vagina. It was shaved clean, just the way he loved it. 

He managed to rest his back on the sofa. He was suddenly not hungry for food anymore. The woman unbuttoned her shirt completely.

Afterwards, she dipped her index and middle fingers into her mouth while maintaining direct eye contact with her boss. She was his personal chef and also his sex toy.

The fingers came out of her mouth with a pop. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on Martin's forehead.

The woman traced her fingers down slowly and stopped at her clitoris. As she attempted to insert them into her hole, Martin found his voice and stopped her.

"Be at my house by 6 PM. You know how I would love to meet you," He told her. His voice was low and deep. The woman nodded and buttoned up her shirt. She closed her legs and slowly got down from his table.

She traced her steps toward Martin. The man's heart raced. He was greatly turned on and was barely able to control himself. She squatted before him and rubbed his crotch area. "I'll be waiting for you," She told him with the most seductive voice and stare.

Martin reached for her shirt and dipped his right hand inside. He found her left nipple and pinched it. She bit her lips as a small moan escaped her throat.

Martin attempted to put his second hand in, but she stopped him. She gently removed his right hand from where he placed it.

"Meet me at home," She told him and stood up. Martin inhaled deeply and exhaled immediately, after she left his office.