She had fair skin and piercing brown eyes. She kept her dark brown off her face and scraped back into a bun at the back of her head. She also wore dark rimmed spectacles which were forever falling down to the edge of her nose. She kept them attached to a thin silver beaded chain for safety.
Denise alway kept work and home life strictly separate. Nobody knew much about her or really cared either. The only noticeable clue was that she wore no wedding or engagement ring. Nor did she have pictures of family on her desk.
Meg, a petite green eyed blond accountant in her latter twenties, secretly felt a strange yet undeniable admiration for her boss, and always worked hard to please her. She would have done anything for her.
One Thursday afternoon, Denise came into the accounts office. Meg glanced up briefly when the door opened, and saw the familiar figure. Meg turned her head away, suddenly feeling hot.
Denise walked over and paused at Meg's desk leaning over her in a rather imposing way, as if watching every figure she typed. For the thousandth time that week her glasses fell down her nose and Denise pushed them back up with an impatient air.
Meg stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Denise. She caught a strong whiff of a seemingly expensive perfume. She asked, “Can I help you Miss Grant?”
She looked down into Meg's green eyes and snapped, “I want you to finish the monthly figures tonight. I need them urgently.”
The commanding tone in her voice sent shivers down Meg's back and she wriggled, shifting position in her chair. She loved having Denise order her about. To Meg it was a huge turn on, something she could never explain.
Denise continued,“I'm staying late tonight too, so bring them into my office when you're done. I can count you, can't I? Don't let me down.” Then left the room not waiting for any reply or objection.