Layla had been working for the marketing firm for 4 years now, she had gotten the job as the Vice Presidents personal assistant and loved it. Her boss was kind, understanding and caring, 2 years  into her job her mother died in a car accident and he not only supported her and let her take time off, he even paid for flights for her to get home. Since then, she told herself she would be the best damn assistant he could ever want. The school based internship had started as one day a week, filing and neatening his office as well as helping on weekends. But now it was full time and full time wages.

Determined, stubborn, creative and cheerful are how she is described around the office. When she bleached her light brown, dirty blonde hair to a platinum white, her boss didn’t say anything, nor does he seem to mind when she adds splashes of colour. Other staff have commented on it, but since she doesn’t see any clients, he doesn’t seem to mind.

Standing a petite 5’3 she wears 4 to 5 inch heels daily to bring her to 5’7-5’8, while she dresses professionally, her curvaceous body turns most clothing into a more racey version. V neck tops show hints of the crease of cleavage. Pencil skirts hug her rounded ass and full hips. Blouses strain at the buttons, and dresses, well they just highlight everything.

Not a stranger to being flirted with, asked out and hit on, Layla has never accepted any offer from men at work, in fact, her eyes are firmly settled on the one man she should avoid.