32aa by Michelle Cunnah Read Free Book Online Page A

having ideas about anything other than typing his letters and making his coffee. Obviously the butt patting figured in there, too.
    But I don’t know how receptive Adam will be to a Secretary with Ideas. Before I ask him, I decide that it would be better if I show him rather than tell him, and I begin to plan my campaign.
    For the next two days, I work like a demon, in between flirting with Adam and working late with Adam. Although mentally undressing me with his eyes, he doesn’t try to put his lustful thoughts into action. Neither does he attempt to kiss me. I think he’s waiting for the right moment, once we’ve got to know each other a little better. So while all this flirty, pre-seduction game is in progress, and me actually doing any secretarial work, I work on my portfolio.
    But first I need some photos. I find a great on-line photo library. I search for the types of photos I have in mind. When you use a photo from a photo library, the price you pay for it varies accordingly to the photographer, whether it is fortelevision, or billboards, or magazines, and is also dictated by the number of copies in the print run. So, with costs in mind, I am careful to try and find midprice photos. This will show that not only will I make a great account manager, but that I am also thrifty and thinking about the company’s money.
    On the third day, just as everyone is leaving for the day, I present my portfolio to Adam. This is what I have come up with.
Image of hippopotamus with ass to camera, head turned around to look at camera, mouth wide revealing large teeth and almost-smile. Have (obviously on computer) added pantyhose, plus caption: “Do you think these pantyhose make my ass look firmer?”
Image of two ducks (obviously one male, one female), fondly nuzzling each other. One is wearing pantyhose, thereby creating new, hourglass female duck figure. Caption from other duck’s point of view reads: “I’m Quackers Over You.”
Image of Vietnamese potbellied pig, duplicated. On one picture, potbellied pig is featured minus potbelly because of fabulous control-panel pantyhose. Caption beneath both pictures reads: “Before and After.”
Image of mother hen with sweet little brood of chicks. Caption beneath reads: “On your feet all day running after your brood? Get some support with Perfect Pantyhose.”
    I’m so anxious as Adam looks through my portfolio that I nearly forget to breathe. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he hates it? What if he thinks I’m a complete idiot?
    “Emmeline, I love it! You’re a genius!” He smiles sexily at me, and I remember to breathe again.
    And before I know it, he’s asking me all sorts of questionsabout my portfolio, and then he’s all over me like a rash. This time, with tongues, and hands, and everything.
    Before we go too far, Adam locks his office door.
    Hmmm. Heavenly.
    I am very glad that Johnny’s desk has been replaced. It would have been very strange (and somehow morbid) to have sex on a dead man’s desk.
     
    Over the next few weeks, Adam and I become very close, but not to the point where we tell anyone about “us.” I mean, I do see his point about us working together as boss and secretary. It would be okay, though, if we were working in the same company but not actually together, as it were.
    One night, as we’re lying in his bed in his lovely loft apartment, Adam tells me about the cruel Sabrina Sheffield. His ex. And he is obviously in so much pain that I alternately want to whack her for having toyed with his tender heart, or to thank her for leaving me a clear playing field.
    Apparently, her family and his have been friends going way back and it was always expected that the two of them would marry. To keep all that lovely WASP blood (and money) in the family, I suppose. I wonder if I should tell Adam that Sheffield is a city in the north of England, and used to be famous for its steel and coal. I have a vision of the perfect Sabrina’s