Georgia Thinks It's Her Idea

Georgia Thinks It's Her Idea by MontSpam

There she is . . . standing before you, while you sit in the high-backed executive chair behind your office desk.

There had been a knock at the door, and Georgia, your newly hired receptionist, walked in.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" she had asked politely. What a gorgeous woman. She had long, dark hair, blue-grey eyes, and a body to kill for.