POV: Lizzie is your new boss and you can't keep thinking straight. (maybe this could evolve into a drabble series🫢)
You stepped into the cozy meeting room where Lizzie had the first one on one meeting with you. Her brand new marketing manager. She was sipping casually from her macchiato, leaving a steamy and hot circle of foam above her upper lip. You felt a tension growing inside you when you saw how her tongue discretely sweeped away the white cloud of the remnants of coffee. Even when she does something as small as this, you have to focus on keeping your composure and not imagine her tongue somewhere else. She can't spot how insanely she compelled you.
Lizzie welcomes you with a firm handshake, her rings touching your fingers, slightly giving you goosebumps on your arms.
'Oh it's you Y/N, come have a seat please.'
You just sheepisly say yes and sit down in font of this godess you call your boss.
For a while she talks about your agenda for this quarter and explains what she expects from you and finishes:
'But I am confident you will excel with this whole campaign.' -she flashes those white teeths for a second with a knowing look, stands up and slightly swaying that perfect hip she walks up to the meeting board to draw something on it with a marker.
'Thank you, I can assure you I'll do my best to lead your department towards success.' you sit back a little taking in Lizzie from behind. Her light brown locks dance on her back as she draws a diagram and all you can imagine is Lizzie getting very close to you, almost touching you but teasing you without touch. Your fantasies wander further, making you squirm a little on the chair. You imagine Lizzie's head between your thighs, her fingers expertly tracing your legs locking her gaze with yours. She sensually leans in to lick you through your panties, driving you mad with want.
Lizzie dived in explaining her plans furher and realized you trailed off. 'I can see you are already thinking very hard about those famous strategies.' she raised her eyebrows folding her toned arms.
' I uh..I am really sorry Miss Maximoff.' you manage to babble something out and you suddenly feel your cheeks burning. This woman will be the death of you. How are you supposed to think straight when her gaze disarms you in a second?
'No problem..you can make this up to me later.' she said with a smirk and closed her laptop and gathered her notebook and glasses from the table. ' Oh and you can call me Lizzie'.
