"Understood, Mr. Wilson." She stood up from his lap, and smoothed her skirt. "Your board meeting starts in 5 minutes." She pulled her shirt down over her breasts, but slipped out of her bra. She dropped it on the floor next to his desk as she picked up the coffee tray. "Don't be late, Sir." She grinned at him and left the room.
She hurried back to her desk to retrieve her tablet to take notes, and contemplated George's orders earlier. If he was serious, and she didnt follow directions, she'd be walked out immediately. If he wasn't serious, the embarrassment of not getting the joke would be exponential. She settled into her seat at the end of the large table. George had not seen her through the window yet, and as he turned the door handle, she made a split decision. She lifted her shirt up as it had been, her breasts nearly resting on the surface. She diverted her gaze to her tablet, but kept an eye on staff as they filed into the room.