A/N: 100 Word Drabble #4
I'm giddy with anticipation. I'm to meet him wearing something that let's him know that I'm ready for him to ravage me before we head home for the night.
Being the owner, he's obligated to host this boring work thing. Make connections. Work the room. He'll do that while guides me around. He'll caress my bare back, his fingers trailing up and down my spine as he makes each person he talks to a captive audience. If we get separated, he will look at me from across the room, with a smoldering look. That eyefuck makes my knickers soaking wet.