Annabelle lusts after her boss, the quintessential tall, dark and dreamy, but after six months, Mr. Smith still calls her Miss Fortier. A Halloween party changes that. Seeing her very formal boss striding toward her wearing nothing but war paint, a skimpy loincloth which leaves nothing to her imagination on a body that is her personal wet dream, Annabelle can't say no when he backs her into a secluded corner and reveals the savage lurking under that sinful smile. Until she hears the real Mr. Smith's irate voice asking, "Miss Fortier, what are you doing?!"
Blindfolded, telling the two men apart takes some ingenuity, but it's the beginning of a night of erotic mischief. When Halloween is over, what will happen at work the next day?
Steampunk
