Chapter Two
It was a grand cliché, Robin knew, but the supply room was the most private location in her office. Dean was a new hire, fresh out of college, and had the swagger of a man confident in his masculinity and sexuality. Robin wasn’t truly attracted to him; he was only pleasant to look at. His personality was as shallow as a mirror. His body and face however.
“Help me with the boxes of paper?” she asked him with her winning smile. It was late in the afternoon and, true to form, every employee who could leave the office early was already gone. The place was practically deserted. Practically. “We need to reload for the photocopier.”
Robin led the wait and pointed to the heavy boxes. When Dean bent over to pick up the first box she commented loudly enough for him to hear, “f**k me!
