Meet Georgina Dawson I zipped up my skirt and smoothed it back down my thighs. I was still breathing heavily from the unacceptable behaviour. My legs felt weak and my mind was in a whirlwind. How could a man you have just met make you feel this way? I gazed over my shoulder.
There HE was.
Sat at his desk as if nothing had happened. I watched as he placed a cigarette between his luscious lips and lit it gracefully. He inhaled while tilting his head back to release the climax of his nicotine.
How? I thought. How did I just submit myself to him?
Besides wasn't it illegal to smoke in the workplace??
Maybe not for him, maybe he thought he was special. No rules too big for him.