Chapter 4

As she cycled to work the next morning, Carlotta cursed her choices of the previous night.

She’d been so calm at work all day - except for when talking to Matilda, of course - that she’d thought her hormones must have calmed down again, and so she’d decided to do something else she basically never did.

She’d decided to go shopping.

A first-year head chef in a small Gilliestone cafe doesn’t make a lot of money, but Carlotta had always been sensible with her spending, and so she had a reasonable amount of money tucked away for a rainy day.

Now, she barely had enough for a short sun shower.

It had been well worth it, she’d decided. She had bought what was basically a whole new wardrobe - her old clothes had a certain look to them. Cute, frilly outfits - pastel sundresses and polkadot skirts.

Time for a new look.

Lately she’d been feeling so much more ... adult. Sexual. It was starting to affect her professional life, and so obviously the best way to nip it in the bud was to express it in safe ways.

She couldn’t suck Jason’s cock in the middle of a shift. She couldn’t spend every break they shared on her knees, lovingly taking his member into his mouth, looking up at him with lust as his eyes fluttered with pleasure.

As hot as it would be, Carlotta couldn’t slowly slide his thickness past her lips, swirling her tongue around his head, enjoying the sensation of a man using her mouth for his pleasure, both of them getting off at the total decimation of their working relationship, the reversal of power...

No. No, that would be inappropriate.

But what she could do was the next best thing - she could show a little more skin, dress a little more scandalously. She couldn’t suggest that he let her gag on his cock until there were tears in her eyes ... not in words, anyway.

Instead, she could wear an outfit that screamed all of the above, while still being totally appropriate for a workplace environment.

After all, she’d have an apron over it. How could anyone be offended if she was wearing an apron?

A few hours into her shift, Carlotta was beginning to regret some of her fashion choices. The four-inch heels had seemed so sexy and alluring on the shelf, but kitchen floors often got slippery, and a few times now she’d only just managed to stop herself from falling over while carrying a tray of ingredients.

And while the sleeveless T-shirt (with no bra underneath) did an amazing job of showing off her tits and hard nipples, she was starting to remember why chefs typically wore sleeves - four times now she’d had to run an arm under cold water after being hit by a splatter of grease.

Fortunately, the apron was long enough that her short shorts weren’t causing an issue. She couldn’t wait until Jason - or Matilda - came in, and saw her endlessly long legs mincing around the kitchen, perfectly accentuated by the heels.

As soon as Jason entered, however, all of her regrets disappeared. His eyes boggled at the sight of her, and she was secretly thrilled when she noticed that he wasn’t able to take his eyes off her.