Jim was just getting ready to lock his office up for the evening when the intercom buzzed on his desk. He’d been working all day and was looking forward to nothing more than going home getting out of his clothes and taking a hot shower. These long hours had to stop soon or he was going to lose what little bit of sanity he had left.

“Yes, Mr. Williams?” Jim could hardly contain the annoyance in his voice. His boss knew full well that he was getting ready to leave for the day; yet there was always something that he needed just before Jim left.

“I have a very important meeting tomorrow,” Mr. Williams began, “and I need to go over some notes with you before you leave.”

Looking at his watch, Jim realized that he had already worked about an hour longer than he was supposed to. The extra time with his boss would keep him in the office for at least another hour and a half.

Rolling his eyes, Jim responded, “I will be right in Mr. Williams.”

Jim put his briefcase under his desk and straightened his tie. Thomas Williams was a hard ass in the business world and was insistent that everyone in his office dress appropriately. His motto was: An office that looks efficient, is efficient. Jim grabbed a legal pad and a pencil and walked out the door and down the hall to his boss’ office suite.

Gently wrapping on the door as he opened it was his usual MO when it came to entering his boss’ office. Tonight was no exception to that rule. Jim was not prepared, however, for the sight that greeted him as the door swung open.

Standing in the middle of the room was Mr. Williams, stripped to the waist and talking on the phone. Jim closed the door behind him and took a seat on the couch as he waited for his boss’ phone conversation to come to an end. Mr. Williams pointed to a folder on the desk and Jim reached over and picked it up, welcoming the distraction from staring at Mr. Williams’ ripped body. He stood about 6’3”, weighing in at about 275 pounds of pure muscle. He had wavy brown hair and Jim was fascinated by the neatly trimmed hair on his chest that seemed to point in an arrow at the treasure trail leading from the naval set into his boss’ six-pack abs. The trail disappeared into the waistband of Mr. Williams’ neatly pressed slacks.

“No that is not what I said at all,” Williams screamed into the phone. He turned his back to Jim and walked toward the bar that was built into the opposite wall. Jim nearly gasped when he saw the man’s back. It was as muscular and ripped at his abs and tapered to a 30” waist. The slacks were an especially good cut and molded to Mr. Williams’ ass cheeks like a second skin. Jim had done his share of working out, but found that while he had a good body, it was nothing like the Adonis that was standing in front of him. Jim found that his cock was getting hard in his slacks.

“What the fuck am I thinking,” Jim screamed at himself in his head. It’s okay to lust after your boss in private, but it’s a totally different thing to