I knew those would be his words, but I trembled in anticipation. I knew exactly where to place my feet by the love seat in his office. I turned and bent over. In a moment my body was ready for him and the cool air on my skin let me know that the next feeling would take over my entire being. He would grow, change pace, and explode. As always, I joined him.
It's how we work. He calls me to work on my presentation. I never know why. He knows when to tell me to lock the door. His next words will be "Give it to me." Sometimes he goes days. I remember a stresfull week when he needed it twice on Wednesday. I never know. I bring panties in my purse. Maybe I will be called on the intercom. The door will be locked. I will place my feet the exact distance apart the exact distance from the love seat and bend over. There is an angle; an angle of my hips and spine and legs. I have learned. That angle is what really matters. It's all about the angle.
When we're done, the other work goes on as if nothing happened, but not really. We work better, we communicate better, we're on. He trusts me. He knows I can be trusted. I have no ambition to replace his wife. He never even asks about my boy friends. There's something about turning my back, placing my feet, bending over, getting the angle right. We don't see each other's faces. No need. I give him my presentation.