The price of success(2)

The senior executive sat behind a smooth, boastful mahogany desk, which was complete with deep etchings of intricate design that showcased not only his taste for grandeur, but also his excitement for the finer things in life. However, the desk was not the only attribute that made the room feel expensive. A large Persian rug lay sprawled out across the floor, reaching towards all four corners of the room with a magnificent presence, while expensive paintings lined the walls and taunted Cynthia with their beauty. While the executive’s eyes looked upon her with the distinct pursuit of conquest misting over them, the beady little eyes of the paintings looked at her as though they knew the true lack of experience she held and threatened to expose her. Under the scrutiny of both the executive and the paintings, she felt bare and exposed. She had the sensation that at any moment, she would feel a light touch of a hand as it caressed her inner thigh, easily working its way towards her womanlin