Serena waved to Claire and Debbie before entering the CEO’s suite. “Yeah,” she muttered to herself. “Just what I need. The opportunity to look like a clumsy idiot.” Still smiling, she turned to her desk and froze. A plain, brown-paper-wrapped package sat in the middle of the blotter. From the doorway, she couldn’t see any address. Moving slowly, she picked it up. In large block letters, her name was written. Turning it over, she could see nothing else. A late birthday present? Maybe someone had forgotten to bring it by and dropped it off while she’d been at lunch. Figuring that made sense, she pulled off the paper. It would have been a close contest as to which dropped faster—her jaw or the paper from her hands—as she stared at the cover. Erotic Stories for Women. A woman, apparently naked, lay under an equally naked man. A man who was clearly fucking her; their hips were meshed together and he braced himself over her, even as his head bent toward hers for a kiss.
