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I’m a ball of nerves. All my work has culminated to this moment. Everything needs to be perfect. I’ve worn my most professional outfit, a two piece black Donna Karan skirt suit and sensible pumps. I’ve set the presentation on the dining room table; all the mock-up designs I’ve been working on these past few weeks. I make sure I have my notebook handy to jot down feedback if needed.
I check my phone. It’s 3:59 PM. They should be here any minute.
I check my email and Facebook accounts to kill time.
Finally, Rosetta makes an appearance. She’s wearing her Valentino suit, and her hair is up.
“Wow,” she says. “This looks good, Honey.”
“Thank you. Please have a seat.”
She settles comfortably in one of the upholstered chairs across from me. “Where are the donuts?”
“Pardon?”
“You host a meeting, you need to have donuts… or muffins or something.”
I laugh. “You’re kidding again?”
“Yep, I’m joshing. Are you going to offer me coffee or tea?”
“No… I think you can get your own. This isn’t that kind of meeting.”
She shrugs. “Well, if that’s how it’s going to be.” She struggles to get up.
“I’m so sorry,” I’m quick to say. I’d momentarily forgotten about her broken ankle. “I’ll get you a coffee. Two sugars right?”
I quickly go fetch Rosetta a coffee, and we’re both smiling when Weston shows up.
“I’m here,” he announces, and I steal a glance. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and I suddenly feel overdressed.
“I was helping out at Lizzie’s school,” he explains. “I didn’t get the chance to change.”
“No worries. You look fine.”More than fine.
“Wow, these are fantastic, Gretchen.”
I blush a little. “Thank you.”
He sits right next to me, and leans over the table, diligently studying the designs; the logo, business card, informative flyer, website template, and so forth. Rosetta also seems quite riveted. They exchange boards and compare. They argue over some aspects of the designs. Rosetta favors the first, and Weston prefers the third. I also have a preference for the third design.
The conversation is lively, and the room full of energy. Weston in particular, seems wired up. He pulls his chair closer to mine and presses a hand over my knee. I stifle a smile.
He slowly slips a hand under the fabric of my skirt. I should tell him to stop, but I don’t. I should really pull his hand away but I don’t. “This one is softer,” he tells Rosetta.
“Yeah, but this one pops more,” she argues.
He travels further up, reaching my sweet spot. I close my eyes for a second. “Remember the emotions we’re trying to convey here. Calmness, hope, serenity…”
Rosetta shrugs. “I suppose.”
He rubs my pussy over my panties. God, it feels good, but it needs to stop. I reluctantly pull his hand away, and he shoots me a wicked smile.
He doesn’t try to get fresh with me again, and the rest of the meeting flows smoothly. We all agree on a design, and I’m free to proceed with the official design of the different components of the campaign.
I follow Rosetta out of the dining room. Weston nips at my heels, and slaps me on the bum as we turn the corner.
