He stared at her. Zoe was right, she was perfect. Tall, with long legs and large, firm breasts that defied gravity as only a teenager's can. He could see a glimpse of her deep cleavage and had to stop daydreaming about sliding his cock into it.
He looked at her and smiled. "Kat, I think we met a few years ago at my house didn't we? I have to say I didn't recognise you. You were a very striking teenager when we last met but you've grown up rather wonderfully".
He was awful. He knew it. Fuck it. He was the boss and soon enough he would be saying much much worse to her. And she'd be loving it.
"Yes, we played tennis together didn't we?" smiled Kat, with the hint of a blush on her cheeks. She had been a flirty, confident 14 year-old who was just realising the effect her body was having on men around her.
She'd deliberately worn a too-tight tennis outfit, with an obscenely short skirt and had pranced around the court with her doubles partner Joe, taking great delight in bending over slowly right in front of the net (and him) when it was his turn to serve.
Kat was looking round his office at its sofas and huge windows. Joe's office was high up on the top floor of the building, at the end of the 'executive' corridor, away from the hurly-burly of the office. For a moment she couldn't help think that it was slightly smaller than she expected it to be.
"Ah yes, of course. Now I remember." His smile broadened. "I don't think I've ever served so badly in my life as I did that day. Can't think why."
Kat saw the twinkle in his eye that she remembered from the tennis and was thrilled to see it there four years later. "I'll make sure you don't get too distracted now." she giggled.
"I'm just so pleased that you've agreed to help me out over the summer while we conduct a full executive search for my new PA," he said. "I hope I can make it a fun few months for you".
He idly visualised her in his hidden room next door, down on the floor on all fours, wearing only fishnets, his hands on her hips, grinding his cock deep into her tight, wet, teenaged pussy.
While he made her father watch.
Patience, he thought. Patience.
"Let me show you around," he said. "I'm really keen to get you started".
The morning went in a blur of new names and faces for Kat. She was surprised and touched that Joe made the time to show her around the building himself. She was also surprised how tactile he was. He was constantly touching her, his hand on her back or arm. Occasionally she would feel his hand on her bottom, guiding her as they left a lift. She liked it, although it made her nervous. What would people think?
The tour finished, she settled into her new position in the office that sat as an entrance to his. She tried to look as if she knew what she was doing.
"I'm taking you to lunch today," he emailed her, later that morning. "I want to get to know you better before we get down to business this afternoon".