Theda eased skin-tight jeans up over her hips trying not to yank her thong panties too high between her legs. As she reached for the zipper, he stopped her.

“Not just yet. Come here.” Paul pulled her again into his arms. “I think I want a little more.”

Theda tilted back her head and allowed her boss to plant his warm lips on hers. His kiss was demanding, hungry. He shoved his tongue into her mouth while squeezing a large hand down inside her jeans. She was still moist from their earlier coupling, but he didn’t seem to mind as his fingers found their mark.

“Go away with me, Theda,” he muttered against her mouth.

She shook her head, “No. You know the rules, Paul.”

“Make an exception!”

Theda pulled back from him, “No. Look, you’re not the only one. If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll get it from someone else.” Green eyes challenged him, dared him to deny her.

She saw the anger on his face, the storm in the blue eyes raging. “It’s a good thing you’re so hot then, Theda. As beautiful as a goddess.”

She beamed, knowing he spoke the truth. Theda was under no illusion about her looks. Her tiny sized six figure, long sexy legs, coffee-with-cream complexion and breasts only the best plastic surgeon could provide was the bane of many a female rival. Her body was her money-maker and business was very very good.

“I don’t go away with my men,” she told him. “I give them all the sex they can handle, but they give to me too.”

“Don’t worry,” he grunted. “I’ll give you what you want.”

Paul yanked down Theda’s pants along with her panties and hauled her again on to his lap as he leaned against his desk. She rested a knee on either side of him and he placed her in position. This was a bonus Theda enjoyed thoroughly. She didn’t always like having sex with the men she targeted, but Paul was an exception. His hard body and long thick member made her burn with desire for him.

As he brought her down on him, Theda’s knee bumped the woman’s picture on his desk onto the floor. She barely noticed the sound of glass smashing when the picture hit the floor as she rode her lover, moaning low in her throat.

“Paul!” Theda sank her nails into his shoulders, trembling at the pleasure that engulfed her being. Paul was the best of her lovers—the best and the richest.

Soon after he matched her cry of fulfillment and their wild movements stilled. His strong hands worshiped her skin, smoothing over the soft plane of her belly. “Theda, you cannot deny me.” “I haven’t yet, and I don’t intend to.” She reached for his wallet pocket, the pants drooping from his bare hips. “I need a new dress.”

“Ah!” Paul dropped her on her feet, annoyed. “It’s always the same isn’t it, Theda? I pay your bills…”

“I open my legs.”

Paul stood and dressed himself. “Put your clothes on before someone catches us.”

“No one ever does. You make sure of that,” she sassed him, one hand resting on her hip. “Theda!”

She continued to stand naked before him. Her pink blouse hung open, revealing her full breasts. The pushup bra had been discarded earlier and she wasn’t sure where it had landed.

“Fine, I know what you want, my goddess.” Paul reached for his wallet and peeled off several twenties. He dropped the money in her hand and she closed greedy fingers around it.

Money. It was all she ever wanted from life—that and sex. The money could buy her luxury, a great car, a nice apartment and all the clothes she wanted. The sex went without saying. She may choose her lovers carefully for their willingness to give her what she desired, but she also chose at least one for pure pleasure. Paul had lasted a while since he fulfilled two desires at once.

“Thank you, baby.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

He sighed and moved to stand behind his desk. “Well, we’ve been in here long enough together, Theda. Time you get back to your desk, hmm?”

She grinned, “May I dress first, sir? Or would you rather I go out naked? I bet a few men out there would like the view.” Theda placed both hands on her hips and wiggled her breasts. She laughed at the clear jealousy in his eyes.

“Theda.”

“Yes, lover?” Her voice was throaty, sensual.

“Nothing.” Paul dropped in his chair, defeated.

He couldn’t tame her. No one could handle Theda. She’d have Paul and she’d have any other man she wanted too. She fastened the last strained button on her blouse and blew him a kiss. “I’m leaving, lover. Be good while I’m away.”

Paul’s eyes darkened. He bowed slightly toward her and she whipped out of the office, pulling the door closed behind her.

“Theda!”

The beauty paused on hearing her name.

A squat woman with frizzy red hair flying around her small head bore down on Theda. “Where have you been? I needed that report hours ago.”

Theda snapped open the tiny purse on her desk outside Paul’s office. She scrounged around a few minutes for a stick of gum. Once she’d located it, she popped a strip into her mouth before meeting the enraged look on the supervisor’s face. Her own green eyes remained calm, uninterested in Margaret’s problems.“Well, Maggie,” she patted the woman’s soft shoulder. “I had a meeting with Paul. I didn’t really have time to work on your report.”

Margaret scowled, “Meeting? Everyone knows you weren’t meeting in that office. Everyone knows you’re just a dirty slut!”

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t hate, Maggie.” Theda turned on her five-inch heels and sashayed down the hall toward the bathroom. She needed to freshen up before deciding if she wanted to leave the office for the day.

Theda primped before the mirror, fluffing her corkscrew curls. She touched up the liner highlighting her almond-shaped green eyes and reapplied the glossy sheen to her lips. “That’ll be eaten off soon enough with Devon,” she giggled.

Another beau wanted to see her that night and she couldn’t wait to get into his wallet. Devon wasn’t as well-endowed as Paul, but what he lacked in equipment, he made up for in enthusiasm and generosity. Theda needed only to bed him and he’d take her shopping.

“Oh my god, Theda, that auburn in your hair is incredible!” Lesonia burst into the bathroom all legs and hair. Her nappy locks gave Theda many hours of entertainment, when she subtly made fun of her best friend.

“You like, Lesonia?” I got it done last night.

“Who paid for it?” The stupid cow should already know Theda never paid for anything on her own. She barely worked.

Theda leaned toward the mirror and flipped a last curl into perfect order, “Does it matter? Any one of my men will give me what I want. Who are you seeing lately, Lesonia?”

She knew her friend was desperate to keep up with her record, but she couldn’t cut it. Theda was much more beautiful. Lesonia had her pluses, Theda considered as she watched her friend’s reflection. The height of the other woman was definitely something Theda envied but would not give Lesonia the satisfaction of knowing. Five-inch heels were a regularity that was sometimes more than she could stand. It was the cross she must bear. Sexy came with a price.

The plain brown eyes slid away, “No one special.”

“Who!” Theda demanded. Lesonia was hiding something. When she lied, she couldn’t maintain eye contact. “Tell me right now, Lesonia.”

Still hesitating, “Javier.”

Theda screamed. She rushed her friend and penned her against the wall, fingernails digging into Lesonia’s neck “Javier…in Finance?”

Lesonia gasped for breath, “I…”

“You knew I was thinking about adding him. He’s a VP. You knew he was mine, Lasonia.”

“You didn’t know for sure that you wanted him, Theda,” she gasped.

A moment longer, Theda held Lasonia prisoner. The pressure of her nails made red marks on the girl’s neck, but she didn’t care. Lesonia knew not to cross her when it came to men. She knew better!

“Did you do him, Lasonia?”

“Not yet.”

“Then don’t. I want him now.”

“But—“

“You give him up and I’ll give you the name of my hairdresser. She can tame your hair for you.” Theda smiled to soften the insult to Lasonia’s wild mane.

“Alright, please let me go. You’re hurting my neck.”

She let up. “Ok, but I better not find you sniffing around one of my men again, or you’ll pay for it the hard way.” Theda returned to the mirror to complete her toiletries. She grinned down into her makeup bag thinking of the fun she’d have with Devon tonight and soon Javier. Lasonia, weeping behind her, was quickly forgotten.