Chapter 1

Gavin Brock was a highly paid, well-educated advertising executive, making well over $500,000 a year, plus expenses. He had plenty of reasons to be pleased with his life, but, lately, he was tired of the office politics at his company, where he was part of the management team. The constant bickering, backstabbing, and squabbling were wasting a lot of the company's energy, that could be better used to push its success and profit margin.

Gavin was also a telepath, unknown to his colleagues, which was no small part of his corporate success. He was able to "convince" his potential clients to go with him, rather than the competition. His talent had landed him the post of executive vice president responsible for negotiations. This made him the boss of the majority of the corporate staff. It meant that he had a secretary, several interns, and a few other perks.

However, he noticed, especially in his division at the corporate headquarters, that he could not prevent the infighting and intrigue that was troubling the company. Furthermore, he was tired of the PC nonsense, such as silly "sexual harassment" rules, that was handed down by the board. He had to get around that, because he found that "dipping his pen in the company ink" was something he really wanted to implement as a personal policy. Those damned lawyers and feminists were ruining everything!

Well, Gavin thought, the time to act had come! His new secretary, by the terms of the new corporate guidelines, was strictly verboten, but he was not about to let political correctness get in the way of personal and professional success. The company would run much smoother, if everyone screwed each other blind now and often.

"Natasha, come in here for a sec, will ya?", he said to the 36 year old divorcee he had hired to type and answer phones for him. She had no idea what was on his mind, but she was about to experience it.

"Yes, Mr. Brock.", she said, scurrying inside his office.

"Show some more leg, baby!", a voice inside her head suddenly told her. She could not help but give in to the notion, especially as turned on as she was by the 43 year old bachelor. She had been pleasantly surprised when he hired her, both because she thought that a younger woman would get the job, and because she wanted to take things further than was professional with him, but did not know how to get him to defy the corporate rules.

Natasha was divorced because her hubby had left her for a younger, "trophy" wife, despite her love and affection for him, not to mention her efforts to satisfy him in bed. Needless to say, her self-esteem was not at its highest point when she had been hired, and was only slightly improved by her selection. She did not know if she had the stuff inside herself to be a seductress.

Somehow, however, she found herself making the attempt, anyway.

Another voice spoke, "Bend over the desk, and show him some of your cleavage."

She complied with that voice, as well.

"Why, Natasha, if I didn't know better, I would say that you were teasing me!", Gavin told her, not letting her have a hint about his hand in her sudden sexual aggression.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I was not teasing- I did not mean to create that impression, sir!", she stammered.

"Okay, I believe you, but what was your intent?"

"Do you want to know the honest truth?"

"Yes."

"I won't get in trouble?"

"Not unless you lie to me."

"I kinda wanted to seduce you, as ridiculous as that sounds, I'm sure. I'm so embarrassed."

"What so ridiculous about that?"

"I don't know, except that I'm not really young enough to please a confirmed bachelor, I suppose. I am a divorced, thirtysomething mother, with the inevitable stretch marks to prove it."

"So, what? Do you think that all men want only women in their 20s, with D cup bosoms?"

"I hadn't thought about it that way, but I guess that individual men would have their own tastes. That's logical enough, but I am not used to the idea of men finding me attractive. I couldn't even keep my husband."

"That's his loss, his problem- not yours. He's obviously a man with dubious taste, no doubt leaving you for a 'trophy wife'."

"Yeah, something like that."

"Well, I happen to find you extremely attractive, both physically and otherwise, and I would love to have a little tryst with you, as long as you won't be jealous."