Garrett
They spent that week at work in the office, drove in together and went home together. She was, he thought, happy to be going to work, sitting at her desk working and being a part of the company; she liked working, he thought.
He managed to contain himself during office hours, after Monday, mostly because she’d told him ‘no’ to lunch in his office if it was just the two of them. Monday's lunch had gotten a little hot and heavy on his couch in his office, and they’d both needed a shower before going back to work.
To his full amusement, she’d had to sit out there at her desk that afternoon panty-less, and every time he’d walked by her that afternoon he’d smiled right at her, or winked. He couldn’t help himself and going home that night had seen him pull her right into her bed to ha
