Marlowe has proven to be a most excellent hire these past couple of weeks. Not only does her beauty strike me just as much each day as it did at that first meeting when I crashed and burned, but she’s quickly proving herself to be smart, proactive and competent as an assistant and genuinely excellent company as a human being.

I’ve very much enjoyed putting her through her paces. We’ve even managed to sneak out to a nearby hotel for a couple of lunchtime quickies where we can really let loose. Marlowe has put those sessions in my calendar as Contract Fulfilment Assessments, which made me chuckle. I’ve tried to coax her out for post-work drinks a couple of times, but she’s really dug her heels in around any after-hours socialising. It pisses me off, but I have no choice but to respect her decisions.

What I haven’t done yet, though, is anything too kinky. I haven’t needed to, if I’m honest. I’m as horny as a schoolboy just being around her. As someone who likes my sex the dirtier the better, I’ve been remarkably slow to add in bells and whistles. The simple knowledge that she’s sitting outside my office and can be summoned into my office to suck my dick at any point is kryptonite enough.

Today, I plan to ramp things up a notch. I made it clear in my questionnaire and in that first audition with Marlowe that I intend to show her off and work her hard. I intend to get full use out of my stunning little fuck toy, and I plan to kick things off this afternoon.

I told her yesterday to make sure she came in today wearing the black dress with a flared skirt and the very special underwear I’d bought her: namely some black lace, crotchless panties and the matching lace bra whose cups are held in place by a tiny fastener. When the fasteners are undone, the centre panels of the lace cups hang down, exposing her breasts.

I really enjoyed helping her try that lingerie set on last week.

After lunch, I had her come and perch on my desk while I indulged in a little leisurely fingering to ensure that she was indeed wearing the panties.

She certainly fucking was.

Aside from that, I haven’t touched her.

I can tell she’s in a state of suspense.

I can tell she’s wondering when I’ll make my move.

She’ll find out soon enough.

Yan drives us across the river, into the City. I told Marlowe that we were meeting with the head of The Kingsley Group, a global luxury hotel chain that contracts Sullivan Construction for all their London hotels. I haven’t, however, suggested that this is anything other than a regular business meeting.

Until now.