He couldn't believe how sexy he looked. Those perfect legs, that skirt. She wanted to tug it lower, hell she wanted it to be a foot longer. But it wasn't!
Emerging from the toilet, she walked unsteadily on the heels, the sound of her retirement party sounding threateningly loud and intimidating. Thankfully the carpet muffled the -tik- -tik- of her heels. Though it's softness meant she felt less stable as she walked. She couldn't face her friends. Have them ogle her legs, not recognise the 'Martin' they'd worked beside for years.
She wanted, she needed to go home.
A high, shrill cry came from her lips, as she felt a heavy hand land on her shoulder. It was brief, and she turned to face... to look up to see Dave Edmonds towering over her. That little shit, was short, about 5' 8", and he towered over her by a head. She swallowed nervously, and again as she recalled the extra height of her heels.
"The entertainment has arrived." Dave announced loudly.
His hand firmly taking her shoulder and guiding her towards the retirement party. A rowdy cheer of approval, as she was steered into the room. A few awkward glances from one secretary, and another P.A., the only other women present. With the heels, Martin couldn't resist, as Dave brings her to the centre of the room.
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