Mia’s POV

I arrived at the office at nine thirty.

The gray pencil skirt hugged my hips so tight I could barely breathe. No underwear. The lining rubbed my bare cunt with every step from the elevator to the boardroom. I was already wet from the drive over. The seat belt pressed against my clit at every stoplight. I had to grip the wheel hard to keep from touching myself. My thighs were slick by the time I parked. I wiped them with a tissue in the parking garage. It didn’t help much.

The boardroom door was unlocked.

Long table. Twelve chairs. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. Morning...