Hannah

Today I woke up ready for the day. I decided to go with one of the dresses Jules had chosen for me to wear. A red dress with spaghetti straps and only stopped a little below my ass.

Once I got out of the shower, I put on my foundation, mascara and red lipstick. I added a pair of red pumps to go with it, along with a channel handbag I had burrowed from Jules. After I was done, I grabbed my purse, glasses, and a jacket. Jules said to act  as if it is a normal day so it wouldn't be suspicious. I go downstairs and see Jules is already up

"I'm taking you to work today. I don't need you messing up the plan, due to your clumsiness. Although you will still most likely embarrass yourself. I'll go get ready and be down in about twenty minutes, okay?"

Before I could answer, Jules rushes off to her room. About fifteen minutes later, she is ready and we go to her car. Shortly after, we are on the way to my job.

Jules chooses to go in and get the coffee this time.

"Just sit back and look pretty. We don't want you to fall." She says before going to the coffee shop.

When she is done, she notices how nervous I am and gives me a pep talk as she drives.  about how beautiful I am and all that other stuff. When we arrive, I thank her and say goodbye before getting out of the car.

Micheal

I'm sitting in my office waiting for Hannah to come thirty minutes late, as usual. If it was anybody else, I would have already fired them. But it was just something about her. 

When I kissed her yesterday, I wasn't sure if she was going to slap me or run away. Not once did I think she would indulge.

I am about to check the time again, but there is a knock on the door.

"Come in." I say and the door opens.

"Good morning Mr. Capone."

"Good morning Hannah. Do you have my coffee?"

"Yes sir."

I look up from my paperwork after she hands the coffee to me and I nearly drop it. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

Was she trying to kill me?

She clears her throat and I zone out,  "Sir, is that all?"

"Oh uh, yes. You may go to your desk now."

When she sits down, I watch her take her coat off and this time I actually do drop my coffee. Fortunately, only a small amount spills.

"Fuck, you are hot."

Hannah was wearing a short, bright red dress that had all of her curves on display.

Why the hell had she been hiding all of that?

"What did you say, sir?"

"Oh, I was talking about the coffee. Get back to work."

Hannah

I needed to find some way to kick this plan into action. So far the only thing I had done was give Micheal his coffee and take my coat off.

I decide to do the first thing on the list Jules had told me to do. The ass displayer. I wait for the right time when Michael isn't busy on the phone. When this happens, I pretend to drop my paperwork on the way to get something. I bend down, letting him get a good enough view of my ass before standing back up. When I turn around, he is glaring at me.

"Is there a problem, sir?" I asking, innocently.

He exhales a deep breath after a moment and rubs the back of his neck before answering,  "No, Ms. Brown. Just hand me the papers and get back to work."

"Yes sir,"  I reply, walking back to my desk.

I try to walk sexily but accidentally trip. I try to play it cool and when I glance at him I see he is holding in his laugh. I excuse myself and rush to the bathroom in embarrassment. 

"Dammit, Hannah! It's supposed to be sexy!" I blow a breath and fix my dress. "It's fine though. I got this in the bag. I'm already dressed like a skank might as well act like it."

Okay, take two. Showtime.

~~~

It was four now and since this morning I have managed to not embarrass myself anymore today. So far I had shown him my breasts by explaining to him something I can't remember and my ass. Now the only step left for me was seductive talk.

I don't know how I'm going to do this. I had never done anything like this before. Hell,  I've only slept with two guys, so it wasn't like I had much experience anyway. The first one was in high school. Jules had forced me to go to a party with her, and all I remember from that was waking up in the middle of the night seeing a random guy and my blood all over the bed. The second was on me and my asshole ex boyfriends two year anniversary. But that same day I can home he was having sex with one of Jules' old friends on my bed.  

After bashing my head against the wall lightly and talking to myself, I walk back to his office.

"Ms. Brown, where is my coffee?"

"I'm sure you left to in the break room, sir. Would you like me to grab it for you?"

Yes, Hannah, very seductive.

" Yes." He responds, not looking up from his desk.

"Okay sir, if it's hot and dripping, I'll make sure not to drop it. I don't want it to get all over me."

Seriously, that's the best you got? Gosh, you suck.

Micheal's eyes land on mine and he glares at me for the fifth time today. There is something in his eyes I can't quite figure out as well. He stares at me like this for a good minute.

After some time, he clears his throat and looks away. "Yes, make sure not to drop it please."

I walk away and when I grab the coffee from the break room across the hall, I learn it is  actually dripping and hot. The burning on my arms and hands makes me walk faster to his office. The pain increases I get closer.

"Shit, that burns!" I wince, practically throwing the coffee on his desk. Thankfully, it doesn't spill on it. I look down at my arms and see they are red as hell.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean-"

"Shut up and sit your ass down."

''But Mr. Capo-"

''Now!"

"Yes sir." I reply, running to the nearest seat before he became even more upset.

He walks away for a couple of minutes, and when he returns he is holding a towel, a bucket of water, and a multiple bandaids.

"Scoot over and give me your arm."  He orders.

I move over a little and hold out my arm. As soon as he touches it, I feel a sting. I wasn't sure if it was the burn or him.

"I've been watching you all day, you know." He whispers in my ear as he rubs the burn with the towel. I was already becoming all hot and bothered by this.

"What... What do you mean?" I ask, already starting to pant a little.

"You know what I mean. I've seen the little things you do. 'Accidentally' dropping things, just so I could see that pretty little ass of yours, or kneeling down a little when I'm talking to you so I could see those beautiful tits. Oh and my favorite. You trying so hard to make everything you say or question I ask sound seductive, and me knowing damn well you don't know what the hell you're doing."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Capone."

"Sweetheart," He begins, now applying cream to my arm and rubbing his thumb on the inside of my thigh as he did so. "You can play dumb all you want. Just know, I always win. Soon you'll be begging me to fuck you. And I'll taunt you the same way you've been doing to me all day. Yes, I could do that at this moment instead, but then you would win. And I wouldn't want that now, would I?"

"I'm up for a little challenge. Now you, on the other hand, I don't know. I think you might chicken out," I whisper in his ear as he did to me.

"It's cute that you think that. Really it is. But baby, I can guarantee you will be begging me to fuck the living shit out of you right in this office tomorrow," He retorts, way too cocky.

This made me want to win even more. I wasn't the competition type, but right now I so wanted to win.

"Oh, really?  I can also guarantee, at this same time tomorrow, you will be on your knees. Just dying to have your way with me." I respond, as I run my fingers through his curls with my other hand.

"Sweetheart, don't try me." He answers, a bit more raggedly.

"Mr. Capone, baby, don't try me.'' I reply, putting the last band aid on my arm and stand up.

I was finished for the day, so I straighten my dress, grab my purse, and begin walking to the door. He doesn't say anything, so I decide to put a little sway in my walk.

"Don't think about me too much," I say, not looking back as I leave his office.

Once I hear him groan, I know I have succeeded. I don't know who I've become today, but I kind of liked it. I'm like wonder woman or something, and it was damn powerful. I know Jules will be proud when I tell her.