Coming back to her desk after grabbing a tea, she saw the note on her desk. Willow grabbed the sticky note Dom must have left on her desk and squinted at his handwriting. Not for the first time, she believed Dom should have been a doctor. The man's handwriting was bad.
Dom: Iron Vibe - 2025 campaign file. Storage room. Please.
Willow put her tea down and headed for the storage room. She was hyperaware of the fact that she still wasn't wearing underwear under her skirt. Her thighs still ached, and she couldn't help thinking about him.
The storage room was at the end of the hall, past the break room near the elevators. She pushed open the door and flipped on the light. Rows of metal shelving lined both walls, packed with file boxes and binders dating back years. The air smelled like... we
