As a secretary, you have the priviledge to enjoy your boss's facilities in his property.

Seriously? You denied the steak I offered for fried chicken?

Joseph entered the private swimming pool area with a small pout that you were currently lounging in, savouring the junk food instead of the steak he wanted to order for you.

He dived in and caged you against the smooth tiled wall of the pool, leaning down slightly as the water lapped gently against your bodies, pushing away the floating tray of delicious fried chicken.

You sure I'm not tastier, baby?