He tilted his head as she got down on the floor, her ass in the air. It was a good ass, round, tight in those jeans. Her tits were good in the teeshirt too. He could tolerate looking at her once a week while she cleaned. Plus, there was no way she'd ever be into him. Even better.
He shrugged when she approached him. "It's good enough," he said, leaning back in the sofa. "Well done. You're hired. I'll get you some money." He set aside his computer and slouched off into his office to find some cash for her.