Thread: Just A Kiss (Reserved)

This was the life...or so, many would assume. A primped job of strutting about the office scene, gathering papers upon papers, pouring fresh coffee, decorating a cute, personal desk...and remaining the vision of a well-rounded, gorgeous secretary that was on top of her job. It wasn't for the light of heart, given, that it could become quite a stressful environment. There was much that rested on her shoulders, and while Alexandra Clark wasn't given the brunt of the workload, she was the reason why her boss remained sane. She worked with him like milk and honey, their chemistry quite impressive when it came to getting down to business. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that her boss, Nathan Parker, was the older brother of her fiance. They had known each other for quite some time now, and while Nathan was happily married, giving Alexandra something to admire from afar, it always felt as if there was an unspoken...tension, between them. A sensation gone amiss, and ill placed. The attraction was almost tangible, and while she was forever promised to Jonathon, the fact that she couldn't keep her eyes off of his older brother, was a problem. It was near infuriating, the more she thought of it. A cliche, office affair? Like hell, she would give in to something so...cheap. She was better than that. They both were...or, so at least she thought. It was like any other Friday. People were fluttering about nervously, trying to get their assignments in before deadline. Phone calls for briefing in the secluded offices off in the corners, chatter and gossip erupting within the break room...and everyone wanting the day to finally fuck off, so they could enjoy their weekend. Or, attempt to. They always ended up working overtime, and eventually, their weekends were swamped with unexpected arrivals. It was a vicious cycle, but given that Alexandra was blessed to work with beautiful lingerie, it was something she'd happily trudge through. Their company, Lace , was well-renowned for their upper-class articles. They covered the breasts and asses of the highest paying clientele. From movie stars, singers, to simply dirty rich housewives who wanted to keep their husbands happy. Whatever needed to be delivered, was. She was often caught admiring the velvet soft unmentionables. Their price tags were beyond her reach...and even if she had her own collection that made Johnathon a very happy man, there was nothing like the talent of Lace . That was a pipe-dream, however, knowing full well she would never be on the modeling side of this business. She was a homebody, keeping to what she knew. Arranging the schedule for the lead design coordinator, a very busy man who was now going to be informed that the product he had previously spawned, was now finished. A thick folder was settled upon a medium sized box, which she carried diligently, towards his office. Donned in a sleek black pencil skirt, and fitted white silk blouse, it was no wonder Alexandra had managed to acquire a position here. Lace was intent of having those who supported their name-brand, look the part. Mr. Parker, she said, in that drawling, naturally sensuous timbre of hers. A package came in for you. A few more steps upon those impressively high stilettos, and she settled the bright red container on his desk. At the top, was the company's logo, a beautifully scripted impression of their name. The folder was brushed off to the side, now accompanied by the other miscellaneous files he had. It came in today... She smiled, obviously a bit excited to see how it turned out. Tapping lithe digits across the polished wood of the table, she leaned in, eyes wide, Going to open it?