His thoughts tell me he doesn’t like my forwardness.  He thinks I’m an aggressive bitch who needs a man to tame me.  He’s speaking of himself.  He doesn’t want my aggressiveness to rub off on Spencer.  What a chauvinist pig.  Only ignorant men think like Aiden.

Now I want to play with the arrogant bastard. 

“Aiden what can I do to change your mind?” I asked him.  I had on a very short skirt so I got out of my seat and sat on the edge of my desk directly in front of him, crossing my legs which hiked my skirt up to my upper thighs.  I uncrossed and crossed my legs several times giving Aiden a very good view of what I had on underneath my very short skirt, which was nothing.  I heard his breath hitch as I watched the bulge in his pants grow. 

“Well Ashley I’m glad you asked me that,” he said clearing his throat while fidgeting in his chair and desperately trying to hide the increasing bulge from me.  “I’m an easy going person and a very good looking man who has money and you’re a very attractive woman, why don’t we see how the merge of Davies and Dennison will go.  We can have a very quiet dinner then we can discuss the different ways and positions our company, he said pointing to me and himself can… merge.”

“Dinner and merging.”  With me being the dinner.

“Yes to discuss the ways you can change my mind.”

“And where would we be having said dinner/discussion?”

“My place of course, I told you I’m a great cook.”

“No you said you make a mean chicken parmesan.”

“Yeah right, well what do you say?”

“Well I don’t know Aiden I don’t like mixing business with pleasure besides I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate me discussing what you want to discuss.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes I’m a lesbian.  Is that a problem for you?”

“Oh no not a problem, your personal life has nothing to do with us having a discussion over dinner.”

He thought that me being a lesbian was HOT  and maybe my girlfriend could join us in a threesome.  This thought of course further aroused him.  Now even his suit jacket could not hide the ever growing bulge inside his pants. You would think he would stop his erotic thoughts from going any further so the appendage between his legs would go down, to lessen any further embarrassment.