Evan called the office from his car, asking to be connected to his assistant, Laura.

“This is Laura,” he heard her pleasant voice. “May I help you?”

“Hi, darlin’.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to call,” she said with an exasperated voice. “What happened?”

“It’s all good news,” he replied.

Laura could see the smile on his face from the tone of his voice. “You got them to sign?”

“Of course I did,” he answered. “Did you ever have any doubt about it?”

“Not with you making the presentation,” she said with certainty. “Does the front office know yet?”

Evan pulled his car off the road and into a parking lot to concentrate on his conversation with Laura. “I haven’t told them yet and don’t plan to do so until tomorrow morning. The bastards can just sit and wonder for all I care.”

“Is that a wise idea?” she asked calmly.

“No. Not at all,” Evan replied, “But that’s the way I’m going to do it. Just let them stew in their juices for a while. We did this together, you and me, without any assistance from anyone in the office. They were just so certain it couldn’t be done. Well, sweet girl, we did it and you were just as much a part of this as me.”

He could hear the warmth in her voice as she answered, “Thank you very much. We are a good team.”

“Yes, we are,” he said. “And tomorrow we’ll celebrate at lunch.”

“Will it be a long lunch?” she asked.

“I would think so,” he answered. “Why do you ask?”

Evan could tell she had her hand over the phone’s mouthpiece when she whispered, “Will it be a long lunch like the one we had on my birthday?”

He was a little surprised by her question and his mind flew back to their lunch celebrating her last birthday about three months ago. She had taken him to an exclusive lingerie shop where she modeled for him before taking him home to her apartment for an afternoon and evening of wild, unrestrained sex. Until that day, he had no idea that Laura was interested in him sexually, but he found out differently. Now, three months later, the subject came up once again.

“Would you like to have a long lunch at your apartment?” he asked.

“I think it’s an excellent suggestion,” she said softly. “You haven’t been there for three months and this is the perfect way to celebrate. Don’t you agree?”

“I certainly do,” he answered with a broad smile. “I’ll let you take care of the details like you did last so that we won’t have to be concerned about getting back to the office.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, boss man,” she said with a soft chuckle. I’ll take care of everything. May I assume that you will not be coming back to the office this afternoon?”

“You assume correctly,” he laughed. “I have a few things to do and will be turning off my phone as soon as we hang up.”

“I would love to be in the meeting tomorrow when you give the President the news,” she said.

“There is no reason why you can’t walk into his office with me. This was a team effort.”

Laura covered the phone again, “What do you think this contract is worth?”

“It will be around $50 million in revenue and maybe $10 million in profit,” he told her.

“That is really exciting,” she said. “You’ll get a nice bonus, won’t you?”

“Let’s put it this way,” he explained. “My bonus will be enough for me to retire immediately, but they won’t give it to me all at once. I’ll get about a quarter of it in a month and the other half when the deal is a year old and still in effect.”

“That is even more exciting,” she said honestly. “If you are going to be a rich man, maybe I should start being nicer to you.”

“You can start tomorrow at lunch,” he said as he remembered the last day they spent together. She had a breathtaking body that she had managed to hide from him for years. Her soft white skin and red hair had always had him intrigued. But when he finally saw her naked, he was amazed. She had been a tiger in bed. The idea of going back for a second trip already had him aroused and eager.

“Do I need to find something to model for you?” she whispered. Before Evan could answer, she said, “Or maybe I should just wear some of the lingerie you bought me to work tomorrow. Then I could give you a peek at it before we walk down the hall to see the big boss.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Even responded. “The only problem with your plan is, if you give me a look, I might just lock my office door and have a good, close look.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Laura said softly. “I think it would be great fun.”

They both laughed before Evan said his goodbyes and warned her not to tell anyone what had happened and when he would be back in the office.

As promised, he turned off his cell phone and put it into the console of his car. He was sitting quietly, thinking of what he should do next. Perhaps he should get a gift for Laura. But what? He had always allowed her to pick her own rewards.

Just then, Evan looked up and discovered that when he pulled off the road to talk with Laura, he had pulled into a parking space directly in front of Miss Cynthia Lingerie Shop. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said aloud. “Some sexy lingerie would be an ideal gift if we spend some time together in her apartment.”

Thinking back, he remembered Miss Cynthia. She was a beautiful woman. At the time, he had guessed her to be in her early 50s, but she had a very well-maintained package. Evan remembered the look she gave him as he paid for the things he was buying for Laura. He recalled her handing him her business card with her personal telephone number. She had said, “When you want to see a woman your age that can be equally grateful, I hope you’ll give me a call.”

This was going to be fun.

Evan walked into the shop and stood alone in the smallish showroom. He looked around for several seconds before a woman he didn’t know came into the room and asked if she could help him. This wasn’t Miss Cynthia, but she was certainly attractive and had an air of sexiness.

“Hi,” he began. “I don’t have an appointment but was hoping to find Miss Cynthia.”

Before the woman could answer, Miss Cynthia came through the doorway and beamed a smile at Evan. “Mr. Sanders, how wonderful to see you again,” she said as she walked across the room to give Evan a hug. “To what do we own the pleasure of seeing you again?”

Evan closely watched her walk across the room and admitted that while his memory of her was reasonably good, it wasn’t good enough. She wore a tight black skirt, a white silk blouse and was an absolute knockout. She stood about 5’ 10” in her heels and was round in all the right places. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought that I should stop in to let you help me pick out something for Laura.”

Miss Cynthia’s hand reached out and ran down Evan’s tie. “Sweet Laura,” she said with a smile, “How is she?” Then she leaned over and whispered, “Is she still trying to hide those gorgeous breasts?”

Evan laughed before answering, “To some degree, yes, she is. She still tries to be exceptionally modest in the office.”

Still holding on to his tie, she looked into his eyes, saying, “I’m so delighted to see you and I don’t mind saying that I’m not disappointed to see you without Laura.” Her other hand ran down the lapel of his jacket and said, “I assume the things that you bought here on your last visit were satisfactory.”

Evan laughed again, “Yes, I can certainly say that they achieved the desired goal. And I will assume that you understood that I was totally surprised by that entire episode.”

“Oh, there was no question about it. But then, that’s one of the nice things we can do with a shop like this using our private dressing rooms,” she said with a devilish smile. “Based on your reactions, I’m guessing you had no idea what she had planned.”

“Absolutely none,” he assured her. “We’ve worked together for several years and everything has always been very proper.”

The look she gave Evan left him feeling like she didn’t believe his story, but it didn’t really matter if she did or not. He continued, “We’ve had a bit of business success and I wanted to get something for Laura. Some kind of reward for her work. But, I had no idea what to get until I saw your shop. I’m hoping you can help me out.”

“Of course, I can, Mr. Sanders,” she answered with a sensual smile.

“I’ll need you to call me Evan,” he said softly.

“That’s lovely,” she answered, “And you’ll call me Cynthia. Some of my friends call me Cyn if you’d prefer.”

“Is Cyn spelled with an ‘S’ or a ‘C’?

Again she ran her hand down his tie and looked into his eyes. “I’ll let you tell me after we’ve found the right gift.”

Evan didn’t really know what to think of this woman, but unless he was utterly wrong, she was coming on to him like a freight train. “I’m in your hands,” he offered.

“If I remember correctly,” she said, “You don’t operate on a budget.”

“I do not,” he replied. “You find me the right gift and I won’t care what the price will be.”

Cynthia turned around to the other woman in the showroom. “Tammy, I’m going to take this gentleman into the Blue Room to pick out a gift. Would you please be in charge of the store? This may take a while.”

As she spoke to Tammy, Evan had an excellent opportunity to study her backside. “Wow,” he thought. “On a scale of one to ten, this woman’s ass is an eleven.”

Cynthia motioned for Evan to follow her, leading him down the hallway and to a different dressing room than he had used the last time. She opened the door for him and then followed him inside. “This is the Blue Room,” she said after closing the door. Each of our rooms is a little different. You may remember the last time we were in the Red Room, which was all in red tones. This room is a little softer.”

Evan’s eyes scanned the room before saying, “And this room has a bed in it rather than a large chair.”

She chuckled, “Ah, you noticed. To tell you the truth, some of my customers like to try on some of our sexier things and then have me take a picture of them reclining on a bed. Then they take the photos home and have their husbands or boyfriends pick out the one they best like.” She walked to the bed and fluffed the pillow. “My business is all about marketing, Evan. We do what is necessary to make our customers see the value in what we offer.”

“It doesn’t hurt that you have exceptionally great-looking garments,” he added.

“That’s true,” she said with a smile, “But there are dozens of stores that can offer things equally beautiful and sexy. My approach is to give them a sense of ownership in my products and the knowledge that their men will not be unhappy about how much they spent.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “As I recall, you didn’t hesitate to spend $750 to buy Laura some panties and bras. You could have bought something at Victoria’s Secret for less than half that amount.”

“And I would have gladly paid more,” he assured her. “The beauty of your products on my surprisingly beautiful assistant and in that intimate setting ... I would have spent twice as much.”

Cynthia smiled and stood up. “I’ll accept that as your approval of my system.” She took a few steps toward him and said, “Now then, shall we start finding the correct gift for your Girl Friday?”

Evan was alone in the room for almost ten minutes while Cynthia went out to find the items for him to consider. While there, he sat on the bed and studied the room. It was about the same size as the Red Room. The difference was that the bed and everything in this room were in shades of blue. There was a screen in the other room and a sizeable full-sized mirror on the wall. There was a waist-high table near the mirror and a straight-backed chair.

With her hands loaded with an array of colors and fabrics, Cynthia entered the room and went directly behind the screen. She looked around the edge, saying, “Now, Evan, you just sit down on the bed and I’m going to model these things for you. I’ve got four things to show you and I believe you will like them all. I’ll just take my shoes off to be closer to Laura’s height. You’ll just have to think of me being a redhead.”

Thinking of her as a redhead wouldn’t be easy. Cynthia’s hair was past shoulder length and quite blonde. Her eyes were dark brown to make the picture even better for Evan. To him, that was the perfect combination. He said, “Cynthia, you don’t need to model them for me. I’m certain that I would be happy to take your recommendation.”

“Not a chance,” was her reply from behind the screen. “I’ve got you here and I don’t plan to let you go for a while. You’ll look at everything and we’ll decide together.”

Before he could say anything else, she stepped out from behind the screen wearing silk pajamas in a pink and white stripe. She walked over close to Evan and turned around slowly. “This color combination would look great with Laura’s fair skin and red hair, don’t you think?”

The fact was Cynthia looked fantastic in the PJs. In fact, she looked so good that he was really unable to picture Laura in them. “I’m certain you are correct,” he offered.

She unbuttoned the top and let it hang open, giving Evan a good look at her bra and how filled it was with her breasts. “If you want to give a little sexier look, you just open the top.” She smiled as his eyes were glued to her chest. “Good,” she said as she spun around and moved behind the screen. “Now, we’ll try a different look.”