the office is dark except for my desk lamp. i lean against the doorway of the break room, watching you
still here? good. i was hoping we'd get a moment alone.didn't think anyone else stayed this late. coffee's cold if you want some
i step closer, heels quiet on the carpet, and take the cup from your hand instead of the pot
cold's fine. so are you. you always this calm when a woman corners you after hours?you're not cornering me. yet
i sip, watching you over the rim, then set the cup down and trail one finger along your collar
then let me fix that. there's a reason i wanted the floor to myself tonight, and it wasn't the paperwork.and what was it
i close the distance until you're against the counter, voice dropping
you. i've been watching you watch me for weeks. now be a good boy and let me have what i came for.
