I gathered up my notepad and pen and made my way to his office. Just before I went in the door, I moved my skirt just a little higher up my waist. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy looking at my legs and now he was about to see more of them than he ever had.

I walked in the door and he was sitting behind his desk with an air of expectation. He was trying to look professionally bored but failing. I pulled the chair I had sat on earlier out just a little further than made sense and sat in it. At first, I was prim and proper as...