All this should have elated Claire but she was jittery and very aware that the time, which had previously been crawling by, was now running away and threatening to make her late for her meeting. Finch didn’t seem to want to let her go, as if hoping his good news would have her dropping to her knees behind his desk, or maybe even bending over it to display her fine arse to him for the first time in ages. Normally she would have loved the game, teasing him and making him whistle to her tune. Today it was just unbelievable how little control she felt she had and she could only sit like a schoolchild longing to be dismissed.
Finch finally ran out of steam and concluded their chat, the disappointment at not having his prick sucked dry evident on his face. Claire ran out of the station, just as
