Travis heard the familiar click-click stride of JD Parker on and glanced up from his desk in time to see the strawberry blonde sweep past. JD was short for Jessica and she always wore heels. Travis suspected it was for the height advantage since it put her petite frame nearly at eye level with most men. Like her preferred nickname, JD liked to be taken seriously.
Her outfit certainly suggested as much. Though she wore skirts, she had the same power suit look as any of the male executives in pants.
Still, no one would ever mistake her for a man. Even a tastefully cut skirt couldn't readily disguise the stark contrast between her tiny waist and the feminine swell of her hips. Moreover, as a steadfast observer of the female form, Travis strongly suspected that she was also concealing a truly incredible rack. Even a casual observer might note that she was on the busty side, but Travis' expertise suggested that her careful tailoring -- and probably some custom-made lingerie -- was successfully downplaying a bustline that would make a stripper feel inadequate. JD Parker was a stone cold fox, no doubt about it.
She was also a cast iron bitch. Absolutely zero doubt about that. Oh, she could be charming and sweet when she was pleased. But she was prone to hammering any subordinate who made even minor mistakes. She'd called him on the carpet a few times in the past month to rake him over the coals. Once she'd done it in front of a dozen onlookers; it'd been utterly emasculating to be dressed down in front of an audience.
But he was just a lowly intern and she was a rising star. Her aggressive, ball-busting approach had vaulted her into the executive ranks in her late 20s, Barely into her 30s, she was rumored to have the inside track for replacing Bill Peterson when he retired in six months. That would move her out west to become the youngest regional VP in the company. As the company darling, she could get away with most anything.
Travis smirked. It'd been blind luck to have found it, but he'd uncovered a hidden vulnerability in her perfect record. Probably enough to to cost JB her job if he told management. But Travis had other plans. With this kind of leverage, he could turn the tables. She would be the one afraid of him.
Travis waited till the workplace started to clear out after 5 to stop by her office. He slipped in her office and pulled the door closed behind him. When she looked up from her desk, he smiled softly. "Good evening, Mrs. Parker. I have something we need to discuss."
Her outfit certainly suggested as much. Though she wore skirts, she had the same power suit look as any of the male executives in pants.
Still, no one would ever mistake her for a man. Even a tastefully cut skirt couldn't readily disguise the stark contrast between her tiny waist and the feminine swell of her hips. Moreover, as a steadfast observer of the female form, Travis strongly suspected that she was also concealing a truly incredible rack. Even a casual observer might note that she was on the busty side, but Travis' expertise suggested that her careful tailoring -- and probably some custom-made lingerie -- was successfully downplaying a bustline that would make a stripper feel inadequate. JD Parker was a stone cold fox, no doubt about it.
She was also a cast iron bitch. Absolutely zero doubt about that. Oh, she could be charming and sweet when she was pleased. But she was prone to hammering any subordinate who made even minor mistakes. She'd called him on the carpet a few times in the past month to rake him over the coals. Once she'd done it in front of a dozen onlookers; it'd been utterly emasculating to be dressed down in front of an audience.
But he was just a lowly intern and she was a rising star. Her aggressive, ball-busting approach had vaulted her into the executive ranks in her late 20s, Barely into her 30s, she was rumored to have the inside track for replacing Bill Peterson when he retired in six months. That would move her out west to become the youngest regional VP in the company. As the company darling, she could get away with most anything.
Travis smirked. It'd been blind luck to have found it, but he'd uncovered a hidden vulnerability in her perfect record. Probably enough to to cost JB her job if he told management. But Travis had other plans. With this kind of leverage, he could turn the tables. She would be the one afraid of him.
Travis waited till the workplace started to clear out after 5 to stop by her office. He slipped in her office and pulled the door closed behind him. When she looked up from her desk, he smiled softly. "Good evening, Mrs. Parker. I have something we need to discuss."
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