Thread: The Right Knobs to Turn { ThomasRHxTT }

Kaily sighed softly, as she rest her elbows against the table in front of her's hard surface. Her eyes gazed out the window by her side, a lock of her raven black hair, dropping down in front of her expensive glasses. She was attending, yet another, pointless class, in things she'd already mastered. And the teachers knew, so didn't so often hassle her about not paying attention. It was another class in Correction Writing, that she'd already, almost completed a few years back. But due to some issues in her family, she had to cancel her education, just before finishing her coarse. So now, she had to sit through them all again, to get the papers to prove her abilities. Times had changed. In the past, all you needed was a good, and fast, writing hand and basic abilities in order, and you'd be picked right up as a Employee Manager. But these days you needed all the right papers. And that's what she was doing now. But today, she wasn't really capable of thinking. She felt something was weird at home, and she couldn't quite place it. Her husband was a lovely guy, with a decent and strong job, but she felt it hard fitting in to his world. He was wealthy, handsome and proper. And she felt. Misplaced, sometimes. She had urges, she didn't quite dare admit to him, because they didn't seem right. But she felt she had to tell him about it, soon. Or she might continue to fall further and further away from him. She'd do so tonight. Classes went on until late today, and she'd been up before he had to get out of bed. She'd made him something to eat for breakfast, however. Some of his favourite, that didn't need to be warm, so it wouldn't get cold and boring. Just the thought of making him happy, crafted a small smile on her lips, as her head tilted to the side. Anelia chuckled lightly, as she read through another message on her screen, being leaned over her table at the office. Her chin was rested against her arms, that was folded on top of each other on the tables surface. Her teeth gently and carefully played with the piercing in her lower lip, as she read through a few of the messages she'd received the day before. She'd gone to bed early, so she could get up and clock into the office before her boss did. For several reasons. Now, she'd managed to finish some of the paperwork she hadn't been able to finish the night before. But mainly because, she liked to have a little alone time with him, before others clocked in. She knew what kind of man her boss was. She'd always had a big talent, reading people. And he was the kind of man, she wanted. So she'd been trying to seduce him for a while. But she'd had to be careful, because she knew he was married, and she didn't want to get fired, or scare him off of the thought. But still, she'd played gentle, and hidden games with him. Wearing short skirts, strapped stockings and slightly challenging cleavages in her tops. Her eyes drifted down over the clock, and a small grin shaped upon her lips, as she pushed herself away from the computer. She grabbed the paperwork she'd prepared to present him with this morning, and let the clicking noise of her heels lead her towards the coffee machines. She made him, just what she knew he preferred in the mornings, before heading towards the entrance to the offices, where she knew he'd be coming through. Papers in one hand, refreshment in the other. And a wide, challenging smile, across her pretty face. She had always been told, that she'd get any man she wanted. Her impressive, elegant curves, made for a beautiful figure, especially when wearing the right kind of clothes and the right height of heels, to give her legs and rear a little extra. It was almost scary, how much the two Ladies, in this business owners life, resembled each other. In both looks, minority and secret urges. Both African Asian's, both extraordinarily curved and both with urges, that'd have them crawling at his feet, at his word. All he had to do, was reach out, and turn the right knobs.