I didn’t have time to gather my thoughts!

He knew, he’d seen, and that was quite a thought.

The how and where were irrelevant.

The next moments were very relevant.

Was I going to be dismissed?

I’d have to deal with this without a plan. I would NOT betray any sense of contrition or nervousness.

With a confidence I did not feel, and pinning a smile on my face, I knocked on the door and entered the lion’s den.

He didn’t stand, he didn’t smile. He just said Mrs. Jones and gestured for me to sit.

What came next astounded me.

“Mrs. Jones, Chastity, Chas. I won’t waste any more time over niceties and protocols. I am also aware, although it doesn’t show, that you are concerned about your future employment with Scott’s. That future depends on you and how you respond to my conditions.”

OK. I wasn’t being dismissed on the spot. - Good!

Didn’t look like I was going to be spanked. - I’ll reserve judgment on that.

A quick shag on the boss’s desk didn’t look likely. - Fuck! What a disappointment.

“This very wild Scottish Thistle gift was given to me by a client in New York. He informs me it is a very limited edition and much sought after. It is changing hands for vast amounts of money. Who is the model? Where is she? Is being asked by all who see it. The producer remains tight-lipped.”

Thank you, Kirk. You are a man of integrity. I sent my friend in the USA a kiss.

“I want to have a Scottish Thistle calendar, which is for my eyes only. You are a highly intelligent woman and must be aware that I also want to have you, my Scottish Thistle. No, that is wrong. I will have this Scottish Thistle. However, I have rules.

One that will be broken by you. I never fuck married women…until now.

Two. I have never forced myself on any woman or abused my wealth and power to do so.

Therefore, if you are not willing to meet my conditions,I accept that, but you will leave this company immediately. Not through vindictiveness, that is not my style, but because I can no longer work beside you and keep my hands off you. That is why I have been in New York.

This calendar sends a message to me that you are not fulfilled in your marriage and that gave me the excuse to break my rule. Am I mistaken?”

I am not often at a loss for words, but I was speechless.

The air in the room crackled with sexual tension. His piercing blue eyes never left my face. I was tingling all over at his words and look. He had seen everything. This was no Tony, but a real man.

“No. You are not mistaken. My photo shoot proves that. It was meant as a surprise for Tony as an attempt to spice up our dull sex life.”

His face looked like thunder at hearing this.

“Tony has never seen the pictures. How it became a calendar is not important just now. I, too, will not waste time on niceties and protocols. I would not be unwilling to meet your conditions. I’d do it even if my future here was not involved.”

I smiled a slow, seductive smile, which was mirrored on his sexy, gorgeous face.

“Where and When?” I asked.

He stood and handed me a large envelope, careful not to touch me. I held my breath, breathing in his scent.

“Everything is in there. Every detail. I am asking for no signature , which is unheard of for me. I know your passport is up to date. You are being transferred, temporarily , to a smaller branch of Scott’s which is located in Naples. As you are fluent in Italian, no questions will be asked here in Aberdeen about this development.”

He walked towards me. I stood also, on legs that were shaking.

His face was serious. His blue eyes scrutinised my face.

“Your plane leaves Aberdeen in 4 hours. Pack only essentials. Everything else will be provided when you arrive. A car and driver will meet you at Naples Airport. Naples is not your final destination. I know your close bond with Beth. Please contact her to reassure her. There will be no further communications. Inform her your presence is non-negotiable.”

He lowered his face to mine, gently brushing my lips. The kiss deepened and became more demanding . Our tongues intertwined and explored with matching fervour. He pulled me against his muscular, taut body. I could feel his arousal. His hands moved to my hips and pressed my quivering body against his. I was on fire and gasping for air. I was really wet and my nipples were as hard as his cock.

Oh yes! I was wrong. That Fuck on the Boss’s desk was definitely on!

Then, with a groan, he pushed me away.

“No. I’ve waited too long for this to be just a quick fuck on my desk. I wont be a cliché . This is not going to be rushed. You have a plane to catch. I will join you within 48 hours.”

That was 36 hours ago. I won't bore you with my hurried, frustrated departure from Scott's. I left my darling Beth a message, praying that she was having fun and that she would not worry about me.

I had no time to shower, or think, for that matter. I changed into jeans and sweatshirt and my old battered converse high tops. Travelling gear. Malcolm Scott was not accompanying me, so no need to dress up.

I grabbed some make-up, toiletries, lingerie and a few clothes and stuffed them into a small case. I left jewellery behind. It's stuff Tony bought me. Not my taste. I checked my passport, bank cards, and my envelope of conditions was in my Valentino bag. Then I remembered my husband, Tony. Did you notice how far down my priorities he is? I sent a quick text. Much as I would love to say I was off to Italy to be well and truly screwed by my boss, I was demure.

The doorbell rang. The car which the boss had organised to take me to Dyce Airport was here. I locked up. No turning back now.

On the plane, I read the “conditions,” and now here I am, lying by a private pool, surrounded by fragrant lemon groves, in the hills outside Sorrento. The sun is caressing my pale skin wonderfully.

No, I'm not nude…yet. I had the presence of mind to grab my red bikini.

This house belongs to Malcolm Scott. It is an old farmhouse which has been beautifully and tastefully upgraded, retaining authenticity and charm. It is called La Solara. Guido and Louisa care for the house and grounds. They live in a beautiful cottage at the edge of the lemon groves.

Guido met me at the airport and drove me through the sprawling suburbs of Naples, up the twisty roads above Sorrento to this beautiful secluded place.

Louisa welcomed me like a mother hen, fussing over me and showing me to a beautiful, stunningly simple room. She brought me water and fruit and insisted I sleep immediately. I had flown during the night. She called me Signorina Chas. I did not correct her, apart from saying, Please it's just Chas. One of the conditions was, I was not to wear my wedding ring. Hence the reason I was not Signora.

The views from La Solara are breathtaking, across the Bay of Naples to Ischia and Capri. The only sound is birdsong, trickling water and the raucous call of a nearby Cockerel. That made me smile thinking back to our DTD night at the Strutting Cockerel.

I have swum in the pool, had the most amazing lunch on the small terrace, accompanied by Limoncello Spritz, perfectly chilled. I have slept but now I am fully awake.

I can hear voices, laughter and now footsteps approach.

My heart begins to race, my face flushes my nether regions start to pulse.

He is here!

Well-worn denims, deck shoes, open-neck pale blue shirt, sunglasses—I’d never seen him in anything other than formal attire.

God, he was sexy!

Did he truly want to fuck me?

He removed his sunglasses; his eyes slowly lingered on my body, then back to my face. He sat down beside me, never saying a word and took me in his arms, kissing me slowly and thoroughly. His hands caressed my neck but nowhere else.

He stepped back, kicked off his shoes and undressed to his black boxers.

He was fit! And hot, and I don’t mean because of the Italian sunshine. He took my hand and we slipped into the inviting cool water. He held my trembling body close. Stroking my face and hair and kissing me deeply. I’d never felt sensations like this before. My husband was more of a

“Brace yourself, Agnes. I’m coming in,” as the old Scottish joke says.

Then he quietly said,

“Not here. Guido is tending the lemons. I respect him too much to shock him. Come with me…please. “

I did not need to be asked twice. I slipped on my sandals and wrapped my body in the towelling robe. He dried off roughly before pulling on his shoes and clothes. He took my hand and led me to the house.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, the islands in the bay were silhouetted against the vivid red sky. That was the view from the open window of the room we entered—a room almost identical to mine, but the bed was much larger. I knew without doubt we would share it soon.

I started to tremble, nerves, anticipation, cold? A combination of all three? I'm not sure.

Malcolm looked at me and smiled that knowing smile

“You are trembling. I must take care of that”. He led me through a heavy wooden door into the most incredible bathroom. Tiled in the style that only Italians can achieve. Of course it was a double shower. He slid the doors open and turned the taps on. Then he removed his damp clothing and kicked off his shoes. My boss stood totally naked in front of me with a look on his face that told me I was next to get naked.

He slipped my robe off, then untied my top. My breasts were freed. My first instinct was to cover myself. God knows why because I wanted this with an intensity I had never experienced before.

Then he untied the bows at either side of my panties. They, too, fell to the ground. I stood naked and exposed before my boss. He drew me into the warmth of the shower and started to kiss me. This time, his hands moved from my neck down my warm, wet body to my breasts. He cupped them and started to massage my nipples, gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Our mouths locked under the tumbling water. Hungry and impatient. I felt exactly how impatient he was. He groaned

“Chas this was not what I planned for the first time I saw you and touched you. I was going to take it slowly and make love to you…” I silenced his words with my kiss. Then I moved my hands down his body to his erect penis. I started stroking and caressing him. I hadn't done that in a long time, but I hadn't forgotten how to. I couldn't hold out much longer. Neither could he. His hands pushed my legs apart and then skilfully and urgently, found my hidden core. I was gone.

None too gently he removed his hand and thrust his pulsing cock inside of me.

Now, Naples had a very famous eruption centuries ago. This eruption between my boss and I rivalled Vesuvius.

When the storm passed, we kissed and slowly and deliberately soaped each others bodies with the lemon-scented soap. As long as I live, every time I smell lemon, I will remember this night.

It was my first shower sex, and it was my boss, not my husband.

The night was still young…