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Before Peter even opened the door to Underworld, he could sense the tension in the air. It was obvious a major confrontation was building up.

Carla stood by the staircase, raising her arms in annoyance as the machinists gathered around her, all clamouring to be heard.

"Maybe I'll just.." he muttered, about to turn around, but she showed him in with an impatient gesture that couldn't be refused.

So he stood near the office door, arms tightly folded, watching as it all kicked off.

"This order's due by five you know." she said, icily stern, effortlessly cutting through all their shouting.

"We're doing our best." Eileen's bitterness showed this wasn't a new conversation, and Peter struggled not to show his amusement.

"That's hardly summat to boast about…" Carla replied instantly, with blatant sarcasm.

At the deep undertones in her voice, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Surely he wasn't turned on by this? He willed himself to stay calm, but his body didn't seem to obey him.

"Look at the state of these knickers…" Carla continued, and he found himself suddenly focusing on her deep red lips, glistening as she spoke.

Being her boyfriend didn't make him immune to her authoritative tone. In fact he was now realising he was more susceptible than anyone else.

And it didn't help him at all when she lifted up a pair of black lacy knickers, demonstrating how the threads came loose as she pulled at the side.

"Come on girls.." she coaxed, her voice becoming husky, then firm again. "Surely you can see this is not acceptable.."

Peter found himself transfixed, taking in the delicate lace against her fingertips, the almost transparent pattern. Subconscious memories stirred of the last time she'd worn something very similar. And he couldn't help but notice the way she held the underwear just inches from the curve of her breasts that suddenly seemed very prominent under her tight dress.

As the confrontation continued only a few feet away, he shifted uneasily from one leg to the other, trying to dampen down his arousal that was at risk of becoming embarrassing.

"Hardly our fault" Beth protested, and the others agreed.

"Now that's enough…. " she commanded, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

Her voice was like steel, and it was too much for Peter. Trying not to draw attention to himself, he slunk into the office, sitting down in her swivel chair. With relief, he concealed his increasingly prominent erection under the desk.

Double checking the blinds were drawn and he couldn't be overlooked, he ran his fingertip gently along the length of his cock, closing his eyes at the exquisite sensation.

By leaning over, he was still able to hear the conversation, and now that he couldn't be seen, he was beginning to enjoy the experience.

"We're makin' this deadline.." she ordered, her voice lowering. "In ten seconds I want you all at your machines, stitchin'."

There was a moment's silence, but he knew no-one would challenge her when she was in this mood. To everyone else she was the boss, unpredictable and feisty. But to him she was mind-blowingly sexy.

"Is that clear?" she said again. This time her authority was unquestionable.

Hearing them all return to their machines, he hurriedly removed his hand from his jeans, looking as innocent as he could as Carla appeared at the office door.

Almost immediately she turned back.

"There's pints all round if we meet the deadline" she called out, met by some sarcastic applause. Then she turned back to Peter, muttering "No-one can say I'm not a fair boss."

"All under control?" he said, unable to resist smirking at what he'd just been doing.

But she didn't notice, as she paced across the office, still fired up from the argument.

"It will be. They just had to be told."

He wondered why he never saw this side of her outside Underworld.

Although he must have had a reason to come and see her, it had now completely slipped his mind. All he could think about was one thing.

"How comes you never talk to me like that?" he asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

She laughed out loud.

"You won't ask that in a few months. You'll be callin' me a right moody cow…"

"Don't I already?"

"Oh I've been on my best behaviour…" she teased. She walked over to him, her hips swaying temptingly. Then she placed her hand on his cheek, tenderly kissing him.

How could he possibly calm down when she was like this? As he returned her kiss with passion, his cock growing even harder under the desk, he couldn't resist taking the subject further.

"Wouldn't want you talkin' like that all the time… " he said, feeling his cheeks redden slightly, noticing her puzzled look. "Just special occasions…"

A slow grin crossed her face as she finally noticed the way he was sitting, remembering how he'd disappeared into the office.

She reached to the back of the swivel chair, spinning it round slowly until he had nowhere to hide.

"You best do something about that before you leave."

Her voice was so husky, and suddenly nothing else seemed to matter. The workers outside, where they were. Nothing mattered except what he wanted to do to her.

He leaned backwards in the chair, imagining her straddling him, his cock deep inside her, her body rocking against him. The way they'd have to suppress their moans to keep what they were doing secret.

"I was intendin' to…" he whispered.

Then he looked up at her hopefully. He could see in her eyes that she wanted him.

He reached for her hand, desperate to make her understand his need. To realise after the row, the workers were hardly likely to disturb them again. That in seconds she could be above him, lowering herself onto him, and no-one would ever know.

But she shook her head.

"We've got an order to get out, in case you'd not noticed…"

And she briskly walked out the door, with just a final amused glance back at his predicament.

.x.x.

He lay in bed, struggling to get into his book, reading the page for what felt like the tenth time.

His mind kept turning back to the conversation earlier at the factory, to erotic thoughts. Yet again, he wondered why Carla was taking so long to come to bed.

Picking up the book, he tried again to get back into it, forcing his mind to focus on the page.

And then, with no warning, the light suddenly went out, and he found himself in semi-darkness, trying to work out what had happened.

It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim moonlight. Then he turned to the door, seeing her, wearing just a thin nightdress, sitting at the far side of the bed.

"What's going on?" he asked, baffled.

"Don't say anything.." she ordered, sliding her body over the bed towards him. Her voice was just like he remembered from earlier. He felt his arousal stirring already.

"But.." he began, but her hand was immediately over his mouth, her long black nails stroking his lips, forcing them closed, ensuring his silence.

She was so beautiful in the half-light. He pulled the covers back, trying to cool down, becoming very aware of his nakedness.

"You seemed to get some kind of… she let her eyes flick down, smiling at what she saw. "enjoyment…. from my bossiness."

She moved right up to him, her breath gentle against his cheek.

"So I thought we could try summat..."

This was starting to make some kind of twisted sense. He still didn't understand what she was up to, but he couldn't deny he liked it.

"I'll tell you exactly what I want you to do…" she commanded, her authority sending fire running through his veins.

"But if you say a single word… " she paused, looking deep into his eyes "… or if you don't do what I tell ya…".

He found he was holding his breath.

"Then I walk out that door, and you're alone tonight."

She leaned forward, pushing her eyes up against his.

"Understood?"

And he nodded, every part of his body throbbing in anticipation as he waited for her next words.